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I blink, my thoughts too hazy to understand what the fuck he’s talking about.How did he know…?

Then I don’t care because Hunter’s thumb is pushing against the base of my plug and his tongue is pressed right beneath the head of my cock and my orgasm is slamming into me and a flurry of emotions is surrounding me and I’m filling his mouth and desperately clawing at Maison’s arm and my mouth is open before Maison is filling it with his tongue.

I float, everything warm and good, the spicy rich scent of the two of them mixing with the salt of our sweat and cum.

I’m slipping under as Maison’s words return to me.I want too.

I’d been speaking out loud. What had he heard? What had Hunter heard? What did he mean, he wants too? Wantswhattoo?

“Shh,” Hunter hushes as they maneuver me around. I’m tucked against his chest this time, Maison at my back. “You can sleep a little longer, darling. We just couldn’t help ourselves, could we, Maison?”

“How could we, perfect guy like this?” A kiss is pressed to the back of my neck.What do you want, Maison? What did you mean?“Go back to sleep, baby. ThenIron Manand dinner.”

I want to argue. I have so many questions, so much hope, so much fear, but I’m dead-exhausted and they’re both so damn warm and safe and it’s impossible to fight the sleep.

Chapter Seventeen

Maison

We wake up too hungry to continue our movie marathon. Hunter suggests frozen pizzas, since we could still watch the movie while we wait and just pause to grab the slices when they’re done. Nolan looked deeply offended and refused to entertain that idea, marching straight into the kitchen without even bothering to ask permission. Hunter had looked shocked, then amused, then very close to something I didn’t want to name.

That’s how we find ourselves sitting at the breakfast counter, a mug of coffee in front of each of us as we watch Nolan work. It’s a strange twist on the first time we came here, Nolan anxiously making grilled cheese, my heart threatening to pound right out of my chest, Hunter treating us with kid’s gloves. Now Nolan is bouncing around and giving Hunter shit for his lack of supplies and groceries, my heart feels settled in a way it hasn’t in a very long time, and Hunter is teasing Nolan and shooting me conspiring winks.

It should scare me, the way we’ve all changed.

It doesn’t.

Hunter and I have touched so much just in the last twenty-four hours. The way he’d guided me during the rope scene last night was just a preamble to today. The way we settled ourselves on the couch this morning, letting shoulders touch, letting hands overlap, was just a warm-up.

Before the nap, I could chalk it all up to us just getting a little more comfortable together. To us finding our groove within this dynamic.

But now…

I can’t stop thinking of the restlessness I’d felt, knowing he was in bed with me, Nolan the only one asleep. I didn’t have the emotional or physical exhaustion to lean on that I’d had the night before. It was impossible to close my eyes and just doze. Not when I could hear him breathing. Not when I could smell him in the air.

“You’re not tired,” he’d whispered.

“No,” I had admitted, and it had felt like I’d been admitting to so much more.

He had rolled onto his side then, looking over Nolan’s body at me. It felt like he was magnetic, pulling at me,yanking. I didn’t even think, rolling too, meeting his gaze. His eyes were hungry. Intense.

“He approved somnophilia on his packet.” He had paused, letting the words sit with me. Letting their meaning become clear. Then, “Want to tire yourself out?”

It’d been so easy, agreeing. So easy whispering with him as we arranged ourselves, as he quietly found lube, as he gave me instructions despite us not being in a scene, despite Nolan being asleep, despite me not being his sub.

“Can I touch you?” he’d asked, his voice rough with want. “Like last night?”

It’d been easy then, too. Easy to say, “Maybe a little more.”

His fingers had skimmed along my thighs and over my cock and past my balls as he moved and manipulated and controlled. His breath had puffed over Nolan’s shoulder as he leaned forward, so close, so close I could have kissed him. His cock had bumped against mine, slicking it with precum, as we took turns fucking into Nolan. His finger traced Nolan’s hole where it was stretched around my cock, skimming the root of it with every pass. My finger pressed between Nolan’s tight wall and Hunter’s throbbing cock, both of them hot and silky.

Our boy, we’d called him.Our good boy.

And I’d twisted my finger, pressing against something on his cock, something that had him shuddering and gasping my name. His eyes were so damn bright when he’d looked at me over Nolan’s shoulder. His lips were slick and open. Mine were too as I panted.“That feel good?”

“Yeah. Fuck, that’s—yeah. Keep doing that?”

“You gonna fill him up?”