Did he just use a Dom voice on me? It didn’t matter. His muscles unclenched for the first time in what felt like days. “Okay. He’s yours.”
“Good.” That weird sense of power dissipated and Ian stood, grabbing his plate and the beer bottles. “You look like you’re about to do a face plant. Why don’t you go back to bed?”
Nick nodded. “Yeah, good idea. Did I say thank you for letting me stay here? Because, you know, thank you.” He took a deep breath that shuddered more than he liked. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
“That’s what friends are for,” Ian said, rinsing the beer bottles in the sink and stacking them to dry. “Are you going to be okay by yourself?”
“Unless you’re inviting me upstairs for some hot four-way action, I don’t think I have a choice.”
That earned him a familiar long-suffering look. “I meant if you need someone to stay with you, I’ll stay.”
Nick swallowed, all humor gone. God, he wanted that right now, wanted to have another body curled up behind him, an arm thrown around his waist, warm breath on the nape of his neck. Someone who would wake him up if he started dreaming about Barnard’s bedroom again.
But he couldn’t fit Ian into that image. It just felt … wrong.
He shook his head. “I’ll be all right. Besides, with my luck I’ll wake up humping your ass and that would be all kinds of weird.”
Ian snorted. “Yeah, I really don’t need to know that much about you. All right, I’m gonna go back upstairs, but if you need anything—”
“I’ll shout, I promise. Go get some sleep.”
The smaller man hesitated, then surprised him by pulling him into a strong hug. After a moment Nick squeezed back, grateful for the comfort. “Thanks. Again. I’ll probably keep saying that for a while, just so you know.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Ian let him go with a pat and an eye-roll. “Wish me luck. I’m gonna see if I can reclaim a couple inches of mattress space.”
“Yeah, yeah, poor you, sleeping with twin supermodels. My heart bleeds.”
Ian laughed as he headed for the stairs. “Dude, you have no idea.”
Chapter Two
The slanting sunlight coming through the window blinds woke Nick up out of a blessedly Barnard-free dream. Rubbing his eyes, he rolled over and checked the alarm clock. 8:12 A.M.
Then he looked up. A rhythmic creaking noise came from overhead, combined with muffled words and the occasional moan.
He grinned at the ceiling. Ian, you sex god, you.
The creaking picked up a notch, and he distinctly heard his friend beg someone to go deeper. He bottoms? Shit, that’s so hot.
Idly, he slid his hand under his boxers and stroked his cock, already half-hard. There was a brief twinge of guilt about masturbating to the sound of Ian and his two gorgeous boyfriends fucking their brains out overhead, but it quickly disappeared as the creaking sped up.
He tried to imagine how they were positioned. He could hear Ian’s voice, so the blond wasn’t going down on the other twin. Maybe he’s fucking one of them while the other one fucks him?
An image popped into his mind. The three of them on their sides, pumping in unison as Aphros fucked Ian from behind, and Ian drove into the other twin. He imagined all three bodies lightly sheened in sweat as they flexed and thrust, hard shafts driving deeply into muscled flesh.
He stroked his own cock more roughly now, picturing Ian’s hand reaching around and jacking off Bythos while he rocked on Aphros’s cock, taking the blue-eyed twin deep and loving it.
The fantasy morphed, and now he was in Bythos’s place, Ian’s hand massaging his cock while he plowed Nick’s ass. Aphros moved lower on the bed, warm mouth closing around Nick’s shaft as Ian’s hand dropped away. Nick moaned, imagining a head of auburn curls bobbing greedily and taking him deep as Ian drove into him relentlessly.
Pleasure sizzled down his spine and into his groin, and his climax came up quickly. For a moment he regretted not pulling his boxers down, then gave in as his balls tightened and warm semen spurted over his hand. Overhead, it sounded as if things were also coming to a head, judging from the hoarse cries and one low, loud roar.
Panting softly, Nick pulled his hand out of his boxers and wiped the translucent stickiness covering his fingers on his t-shirt. The creaking noises stopped, and all he could hear now was muffled voices talking and soft laughter.
His afterglow disappeared. Barnard usually sent him straight to the bathroom after they finished having sex, and his idea of aftercare was a pat on the ass and a casually tossed lap blanket. That should have been a big neon stop sign right there.
He squelched a flicker of jealousy. Ian deserved to be in a good relationship again. He wasn’t about to begrudge his friend any happiness, especially if it came courtesy of a pair of redheaded sex gods.
But God, he missed being with someone who laughed and pulled him back to bed after sex. Someone who would hold him and keep him warm after an intense scene, letting him come down gently from the high of subspace. Someone who wanted to be with him, full stop.
Even better, to get that in duplicate…
Well, hell, if we’re talking about the impossible, why not wish for a couple of hot mermen? That’s about as likely to happen as you finding a pair of perfect Doms. Sighing, he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Just be happy for Ian and leave it at that.
****
After a quick shower and shave, Nick headed into the kitchen. He found Aphros standing at a counter with his back to the room, doing something to a coffee maker.
“Need some help?” Nick offered.
The man turned, revealing a clean-shaven face and grey eyes. Not Aphros, then. “Crap. Sorry. You’re, uh...”
“Bythos,” the redhead said in a sexy baritone. “And thanks, but I have this. Aph and Ian are still getting dressed. Would you like some coffee?”
Nick sniffed and smothered a moan at the unmistakable scent of Jamaica Blue Mountain. “Oh, God yes.”
Bythos poured a cup and handed it over, looking amused when Nick blissfully breathed in the steam. “I take it you’re feeling better this morning?”
“I’m compos mentis, which is a huge improvement on yesterday.” Nick took the seat he’d used last night at the table. “Ian said that you took care of Norma. Thank you for that.”
Bythos made a dismissive gesture. “You’re quite welcome. I haven’t had a pet in a long time, so it was nice to play with her. In fact, I think—”
A patter of footsteps sounded and the terrier dashed into the kitchen, jumping up and planting her paws on Nick’s thigh with happy little yips. “Hey there, gorgeous,” he crooned, scratching her ears. “How’s my girl?”
“Wondering where’s all the bacon gone, knowing her,” Ian said as he wandered in, Aphros in his wake. “Hungry?”
Nick’s stomach rumbled on cue. “Yeah.”
“Good. We’ll get breakfast rustled up before the guys head off to work. I need to go into Olympic Beach afterwards and pick something up. You want to come with me or hang out here?”
He hadn’t paid much attention to the town yesterday, focused as he had been on finding a road to Olympic Cove. “If you don’t mind the company, I’ll tag along.”
“Good. You can keep him out of trouble,” Aphros said over his shoulder as he pulled out eggs, avocados, and other condiments from the fridge. “How does huevos rancheros sound this morning, gentlemen?”
Nick’s stomach rumbled again, louder this time. “I will eat whatever you give me,” he said with a heartfelt tone.
“Good. And I take it Norma is a bacon aficionado?”
“I’ve got kibble for her in the car.” He leaned down and rubbed her ears. “But yeah, she likes her pork products when she can get them.”
Aphros winked at the dog, who wagged her tail furiously. “Oh, I think we can do better than kibble.”
After devouring a heaping plate of huevos rancheros topped with fresh guacamole and sou
r cream, Nick put his cutlery down and made the groan of the well and truly fed. “Aph, has anyone told you you’re a cooking god?” he said, smothering a burp.
Ian choked a little on his orange juice, but Aphros just smirked. “Oddly enough, no. But it’s nice to hear.”
Norma, who was licking her bowl of shredded pork clean, paused and gave him a look of doggy adoration. “Well, I think you just made two fans,” Nick said, getting up. “Can I help with the dishes?”
The twins and Ian exchanged a look. “Oh, it’ll just take me a few minutes,” Aph said easily. “If you’re ready, why don’t the two of you head into town? Love,” he said to Ian, “we probably won’t be back for lunch, so you’ll have to forage. Sorry.”
“No problem.” Ian grabbed plates and carried them to the sink, giving Aphros a sweet kiss in passing. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” the blue-eyed twin said with a lazy smile, touching Ian’s cheek. Nick could feel the sudden change in the atmosphere even across the room, and glanced at Bythos. The other twin was watching them with amused approval.
Unexpectedly, Bythos looked at him. “I think you’re embarrassing our guest, gentlemen,” he rumbled.
Ian shot Nick an apologetic smile. “Sorry. We’re still kind of in the honeymoon phase.”
After losing his wife Diana in a car accident, Ian had gone into deep mourning for the better part of a year. Nick had never expected two sexy guys to be the ones who pulled Ian back into the world, but it was a huge improvement on the quiet, grieving man he had been. “That’s fine,” he said. “It’s just nice to see you happy for a change.”
After making sure that Norma was squared away on an improvised doggy bed in the living room, the two men walked out into the bright Florida sun. “We’ll take my car. You’re probably sick of driving,” Ian said, heading over to the red Corolla.
“You could say that.” Nick glanced around the gravel driveway. His Audi was the only other vehicle there. “Don’t Bythos and Aphros have cars?”
“Huh? Oh.” Ian stood and blinked at the driveway for a moment in bemusement. “Right. They’re both really big environmentalists, so they either walk or bike to work. If they need to drive anywhere, they just use my car.”
He didn’t sound very sure about that, but Nick decided to let it go. He had more important questions to ask. “So, apart from being gorgeous and fucking you silly in the mornings, what else do they do?”
Ian did a double take, stumbling on the gravel driveway. “What?”
Nick grinned. “I hate to tell you this, but the cottage’s soundproofing needs some work. By the way, I’m impressed. I never pegged you as a bottom, if you’ll excuse the phrase.”
“Oh, shit.” His friend went dark red under his tan. “I’m sorry. We’ll keep it down.”
“Hey, it’s your cottage, do what you want. I’ll get some ear plugs,” Nick said genially, getting into the car. After a moment, a still-red Ian slid into the driver’s seat. “So, Gorgeous and Gorgeouser, what do they do?”
“They do research for their dad,” Ian said after a brief pause, starting the car and backing it down the drive. “He owns an environmental reclamation company. Right now they’re working on a project to pull oil and other pollutants out of the Gulf of Mexico.”
That sounded impressive. “Nice. How’d you meet them?”
“It happened the first night I was down here. They were throwing a ball around in the water—I thought they were college students who’d snuck into the cove to goof around. I said hi, and they asked me if I wanted to play catch. I figured why not, so I jumped in the water with them. Afterwards, we wound up at the cottage.” The smirk on his friend’s face made it obvious what had happened at that point. “One thing led to another, and now we’re together. And by together I mean I’m with both of them. They’re strictly hands off with each other.”
“Yeah, I got that,” Nick said. “Did I mention I’m both happy for you and insanely jealous?”
“Thanks. I think.” Ian turned onto a two-lane highway. “I know it sounds kind of kinky, but it works for us. Even though I want to strangle one or both of them occasionally.” He glanced at Nick. “You ever been in a threesome before?”
Nick sank a little in the seat, feeling the gloom from the previous day creeping back. “For sex, once. And yeah, I really liked it. If you mean relationship-wise, no. It’s hard enough finding a guy who’s also a good Dom. Finding two Doms who wouldn’t mind sharing me?” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t even know where to look.”
“Yeah, well, don’t ask me,” Ian said. “All I’ve ever done is spank By a couple of times.”
It was Nick’s turn to do a double take. “Why didn’t I know you were bi and kinda toppy before?” he groaned. “We could’ve had so much fun.”
Ian laughed. “Trust me, it wouldn’t have worked out. I was pretty much meant for By and Aph. And I only spank By when he gets bossy.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Nick crossed his arms and pretended to sulk, although he knew Ian was right. They would have had a couple of great times in bed, but his friend just didn’t give off the Dom vibe that he needed. “I hate missed opportunities,” he mock-grumbled.
“Life does suck that way, sometimes,” Ian agreed. “If you don’t mind me asking, how did you get into BDSM?”
Nick settled back in his seat. “I knew I liked to be bossed around in the bedroom, but I didn’t know how much I truly needed it until about two years ago, when Memorial held this godawful fundraiser with a ‘Win a Date with a Doctor’ auction. I was constantly butting heads with my chief back then, so she put me up for the auction.”
Ian made a face. “Did she know you were gay?”
“Of course she did. That was half the fun of it for her—she got to watch me squirm. Thinking about it, she would have made a great Domme.” He shrugged. “Anyway, I got up on stage, and they started bidding on me. And when I say they, I mean some of the scariest women I have ever seen in my life. We’re talking Stepford Wives wannabes who really wanted a doctor husband, and cougars who were after some well-hung arm candy.”
Ian made a noncommittal noise. “That must have been a little nut-shriveling.”
“Just a bit. Anyway, it came down to this sweet young thing who was mentally fitting me for a tux and planning her bridesmaid dresses, and a woman in her fifties who looked like she lived on lettuce and kept staring at my crotch and licking her lips. The bidding got up to eight thousand dollars and it looked like Sweet Thing was going to win when I heard this man’s voice say, ‘Twenty thousand.’” Nick grinned. “Sweet Thing and Mrs. Robinson were seriously pissed off, but they shook their heads when the MC asked if there were any other bids. He slammed down the gavel and announced I was sold. As it turned out, I’d been bought by my first Dom.”
He avoided Aaron’s name. As well as being one of the more noted philanthropists in Chicago, Aaron Carstairs was both rich and famous, thanks in no small part to his robber baron grandfather “Black Jack” Carstairs and Aaron’s own multinational investment company. Aaron might have released him, but he wasn’t going to throw his beloved former master under the bus.
Ian nodded. “Okay, so a rich Dom buys you. And?”
“He came up to the podium, had a flunky write out a check, and told me to follow him. At that point I would’ve gladly followed him into Hell. He was in his early fifties at the time—really tall, in great shape, beautiful salt and pepper hair. His suit cost more than my monthly rent, and he looked like the classic millionaire philanthropist until you noticed his eyes.” His grin widened. “Then you realized he was a total predator. Just looking at him got me hard.
“But then I saw the wedding ring on his finger, so I thought maybe he bought me for his little girl or, God forbid, his wife. While I was trying to figure out what to do, he told the flunky to go wait for him in the car. Five minutes later, we’re in some dark little service hallway and he has my hands pinned over my head while he’s yanking down my fly zippe
r with his other hand. He pulled out my cock and started jacking me off right then and there. Anyone could have walked by and seen us, and he just didn’t give a shit. It was the hottest fucking thing that had ever happened to me.”
Nick closed his eyes, immersing himself in the memory. Aaron had been a force of nature, both in the financial field and as a Dom. “He trained me for a year. We didn’t really have all that much time together between our insane schedules, but he tried to give me as much time as he could.”
Ian made a noncommittal sound at that. “Okay. So why did you break up?”
Nick tensed. He didn’t like to think about the last time he saw Aaron. “He invited me to his condo to do a scene. Afterwards, he released me from his service. He never said why, just that it wasn’t my fault and I’d always be special to him.” It had felt like he’d gotten kicked in the balls. He’d wound up on his knees begging Aaron to change his mind, but the Dom gently insisted that he couldn’t keep Nick as a sub any longer.
He blinked hard, willing the wetness in his eyes to stay put. “After that I stopped playing for awhile. Licking my wounds, I guess. Eventually I went back to the local clubs. I knew what I needed, and I wasn’t going to get it in a vanilla relationship. I met some great Doms, but none of them ever really seemed to click. And then I met Barnard.” His mouth went dry. “I think he reminded me of Aaron at first, the whole rich, elegant thing. And then I got to know him.” He sucked in a deep breath. “I think I stayed because he was the closest I could get to Aaron. And that was really, really stupid of me.”
Ian guided the car onto what looked like the shopping drag of a small town. “May I remind you that I pretty much turned into a shut-in for a year after Diana died? Doing stupid shit is part of being human, especially when your heart’s broken. Don’t beat yourself up over Barnard.”
Nick had to smile. “Now I know you’re not a Dom. If you were, you’d say, ‘That’s my job.’”
Ian snorted. “The only one who needs to get beaten up is Barnard. If that fucker comes down here I’ll make him regret it.”
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