“I did. I checked on him a few times. Hey, are you guys on social media at all? My wife was keeping up on his recovery, and I think it was on Facebook,” he offered.
Garrett shook his head. “No, I don’t do social media, not anymore.” He glanced over at Anjuli, who had just written down the name Martin Foster and Alabama.
“I have a Facebook account,” she answered. “I’m not super active, but I used to keep an eye on what my daughter was doing—she doesn’t use it much anymore, though. She’s more of an Instagram girl now. Snapchat too.” She gave the gentlemen a sheepish grin, then had the slightest flash of curiosity about what it would be like to be sandwiched between them in bed.
Oh god, Anjuli! she chided herself immediately. What the hell is wrong with you? He just said he’s married, for fuck’s sake!
Garrett seemed oblivious to the naughty thoughts racing through her mind. “Anything that might have been helpful? Did you see any updates in the last year?”
“Just a sec. Let me text my wife and ask. She’s home with our son—we have a new baby. She’ll probably shoot me an answer right away.” His fingers flew over the screen of his phone, then he set it down. “I think I heard he disappeared, now that you mention it. My wife was friends with his sister. I think that might be where she was getting the updates because Jax wasn’t much of a social media kinda guy either. I think she put out a post asking for information. But I don’t remember hearing anything else.”
His phone buzzed at the moment Garrett stole a look at Anjuli. She was still scribbling down information. “What’s your wife’s name?” she asked.
“Carolee Woodson,” he answered before his eyes darted over the text on his phone. “She said she hasn’t heard anything for a long time and that the last thing was he was missing. She said Lilly was devastated.”
Anjuli sighed. “Thank you, Cole. I may want to get in touch with her later. I really appreciate you meeting us today.”
“Sorry I couldn’t be more helpful. I wish you the best of luck, and if I think of anything, I will be sure to let you know.” He stood up and offered his hand again to shake.
Walking back out to the car, Garrett was quiet, a forlorn expression painted on his face. “Probably just wasted our time,” he finally said after they got back in the car.
“Don’t say that yet. I’m going to follow up with Martin Foster’s parents and Cole’s wife, just to see if there are any other leads.” She patted his knee. “This is not going to be a walk in the park. Just be patient, okay?”
“Sorry, I guess I’m too used to instant gratification.” He shook his head and sighed. “So now what? You wanna hang out tonight?”
She wondered if the thought of instant gratification had made him horny. They hadn’t had sex since Friday night when she went to his apartment for the first time. “I wish I could, but it’s tech week at rehearsals. Can you believe opening night is next week?”
He let out a groan. “I’ve tried not to think about it, to be honest with you. Fucking disaster, that was.”
“You would have made a much better Billy Flynn,” she consoled him. “I could drop by later though, after practice, if it’s not too late?” She ran her fingertips up his thighs suggestively.
“Hmm...that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. It’s not like I have a job to get up early for.” He rolled his eyes.
“Fine, then I should be there by ten,” she confirmed. She felt a tingle surge through her core just thinking about having his cock buried deep inside her. Then she remembered the naughty fantasy she’d just chased away over coffee. Before she could stop it, another flash floated through her mind. This time involving his roommate. “So, what’s Chase’s deal, anyway?”
His eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“I just wondered if he had a girlfriend or—” She stopped herself before she added what she wanted to ask, which was...is he open-minded like you?
“He’s my roommate because it didn’t work out with the girl he was dating,” Garrett answered, and he wore a grin on his face—a suspicious, intriguing grin, but she had no idea why.
She peered at him curiously but didn’t know how to ask, so she simply said, “I guess I’ll see you guys tonight, then.”
“I’m off tonight,” Chase said, walking through the door. “Lucky me! I need a night off.”
“Great, you wanna order a pizza or something?” Garrett had just spent the last two hours trying to find more jobs to apply to. His head was aching, and he was itching for a drink. He didn’t wait for Chase to answer about the pizza before asking, “You didn’t happen to bring home any beer or anything, did you?”
I could have a beer, right? I mean, no harm in that. It’s not like drinking a fifth of vodka.
“No, man, sorry. I’m trying to cut out the carbs right now. I’ve got a shoot next week in New York—underwear, can you believe it? I’m trying to flush out any excess water weight.”
Garrett scoffed. “You look fine to me.” He watched as Chase stood up and lifted his shirt to reveal his abs. “Yeah, what are you talking about, anyway? You’re totally ripped.” He tried to hide the drool forming in his mouth after drinking in Chase’s perfectly sculpted abdominal muscles.
Chase reached down and pinched a minuscule bit of skin between his fingers. “This has gotta go. Here, feel for yourself.” He gave Garrett a look...a naughty gleam in his eyes.
He didn’t hesitate, stepping toward Chase, his fingers itching to discover what his roommate’s smooth skin felt like under their tips. He lightly brushed the pads of his fingers across the firm flesh as Chase exhaled softly. Then he wrapped an arm around his waist, drawing Chase’s body closer to his. His cock leapt to attention, straining against the zipper of his cargo shorts in no time.
This man’s body is perfection, he thought, looking down into Chase’s stunning blue eyes. His other hand traveled up Chase’s abs and chest until he reached his face, where he tilted Chase’s chin slightly up to press a kiss to his mouth.
Fuck... Chase tasted every bit as sweet as Garrett suspected he would. He made a circle around Chase, kissing his shoulders and leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles along the elaborate phoenix tattoo on his muscular back.
“Hey, nice tattoo. I have an owl on mine,” Garrett said, ripping off his shirt and turning to show his ink.
“That’s beautiful work, lindo.” Chase ran his fingers across Garrett’s back and down his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
Garrett bent to kiss him again, cupping his roommate’s well-defined jaw in his broad hands. Chase responded, opening his mouth to Garrett’s invasion. Their kiss was tentative at first, slow, exploratory, but deepened as soon as Chase pressed his own insistent erection into Garrett’s pelvis. Chase moved to Garrett’s neck, nibbling from behind his ear down to his collarbone while Garrett grasped one of Chase’s pert nipples in between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a tug.
Chase winced...more from pleasure than pain...as he threw his head back and let out something in Spanish that Garrett didn’t understand. Then, “Fuck, lindo, kiss me again...”
Garrett obliged, his lips returning to Chase’s with renewed passion. Their bare chests pressed together, Garrett’s ruddy with its smattering of red hair, and Chase’s smooth and bronze.
“Should we be doing this?” Garrett pulled back ever so slightly.
“Are you worried about Anjuli?”
“No, I told you, she’s not my girlfriend. I just don’t want to cause any roommate issues down the line...” He couldn’t believe he was coming up with an excuse not to fuck Chase. But then he remembered how bad of an idea Mara Atkins turned out to be.
“Let me suck your cock, and then you can tell me if it’s a bad idea,” Chase fired back, desire dancing in his eyes. He only waited for Garrett’s lips to crack a smile before sliding down his roommate’s body and onto his knees. He unbuttoned Garrett’s fly with nimble fingers, and only seconds elapsed before Garrett’s huge, throbbing cock wa
s springing free. “Dios mio!”
Chase, so in a hurry to sink to his knees, now took his time. His agonizingly sweet time, Garrett noted. He flicked his tongue against the crown of Garrett’s cock, intermittently looking up to see its effect on Garrett. Then he made longer, firmer strokes up the shaft while his hands cupped Garrett’s balls.
Well, it’s no surprise this man knows his way around a cock, Garrett thought as his eyes rolled back in his head. He wanted to relax and enjoy it, but he hadn’t had a release since Friday with Anjuli. Three days ago. He hadn’t even masturbated in the shower as was his daily ritual.
The more Chase teased, the more urgent Garrett’s need grew. His cock was aching by the time Chase took the whole thing into his mouth, and he very nearly succeeded in swallowing its entirety. “Holy shit, that feels good,” Garrett murmured, lifting his hands to Chase’s head so he could guide his movement. “Please don’t stop.”
The words “slow down or I’m gonna blow my load” were on the tip of Garrett’s tongue when the door burst open. Chase jumped back, leaving Garrett’s dick jutting out, glistening with saliva.
“What the hell?” came a voice, a female voice. Garrett whipped around and met those eyes staring at him in shock. He scrambled for his shorts.
“No, don’t stop,” she insisted, and her look of surprise slowly dissolved into one of interest.
Garrett’s erection had already started to wane. “What are you doing here so early? It’s only eight.”
“I’m just going to sit over here and watch,” she announced, ignoring Garrett’s questions. “Pretend like I’m not here.” Her dark eyes flashed with intrigue as she took a seat on the worn leather couch, ditching her handbag on the floor.
Chase shrugged and took Garrett into his mouth again. It took approximately three seconds for him to be right back where he had left off in terms of his proximity to climax. “If you keep that up, I’m definitely going to come.”
Chase’s lips spread into a grin around Garrett’s cock, and he popped off long enough to observe, “I bet Anjuli would love to watch that.”
Behind his shoulders, Anjuli’s head bobbed up and down, nodding in agreement. Garrett didn’t have time to make any other protests, his body overruling his brain from doing so. He threaded his fingers in Chase’s thick hair and groaned as his cock throbbed before shooting wave after wave of hot, salty cum down his roommate’s throat.
Chase did his best to swallow it all down, but some ended up dribbling down his lips and chin. Garrett’s body was still convulsing when Chase pulled his mouth away and licked the remainder of the cum off his lips.
“Damn,” Anjuli interjected, shifting into a more comfortable position. She’d taken one of the pillows and was squeezing it to her lap as if she needed to relieve some pressure building up in her core.
“Have you ever watched two men before?” Chase asked. Garrett was still incapacitated, the final waves of his orgasm still pulsing through him. He didn’t even notice when his roommate went to sit by Anjuli on the sofa.
“No, I sure haven’t, but holy fuck that was hot as hell!” She fanned herself with her hand as Chase let out an uproarious laugh.
“If she’s into bi men, she’s definitely a keeper,” Chase noted as Garrett’s eyes fluttered open. “What do you want to see now, beautiful?”
She brought her hand to her chest, which was heaving with her heavy breaths, even though she hadn’t done anything but watch. “Oh, wow. I don’t know. I want to see it all!” She emitted a sparkling laugh as her eyes darted between both of the naked men.
Chase stood up. “Well, I’m hard as fuck. I’d love to top you, Nav, if you’re up for it...so to speak.” He looked at Garrett expectantly. “I know I am!”
Garrett’s face had finally returned to normal. “Yeah, I’m up for that. Wanna go to my room? I’ve got lube and condoms in there...as Anjuli is well aware.” He chuckled and gave her a wink.
She squealed and clasped her hands together. “Oh, let’s go!” She stood up and followed them into Garrett’s room where she chose a prime viewing spot at the edge of the bed.
Garrett fell back against the mattress, and Chase positioned himself between his legs. Hardly any time elapsed before Chase had him in a liplock. Garrett’s cock was beginning to swell again, and he wasn’t sure if he was more turned on by Chase’s cock pressing against him or the fact that Anjuli was squirming with desire as she looked on. The only woman he had ever been with who seemed to enjoy watching him with a man was Sarah Lynde, and they didn’t get to explore that dynamic very much before Garrett ruined it with his stupidity and selfishness.
Chase came up for air and pulled back, stroking his cock. His eyes wandered up and down Garrett’s body as if trying to decide where to go next. He said something else in Spanish, but Garrett only recognized Chase’s usual nickname for him, lindo.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were bi?” Anjuli asked when her eyes met Garrett’s. “It’s so fucking hot!”
He sighed, more from Chase’s teeth on his nipple than Anjuli’s question. Once the pain evaporated and pleasure took its place, traveling straight down to his ever-growing cock, he answered, “I don’t know. I was afraid it would turn you off.”
“Quite the contrary,” she fired back. “What other sexual surprises do you have up your sleeve?” Her eyebrows arched as she watched Chase kiss his way down Garrett’s flaming red happy trail.
“Well, what fun is it if I spoil the surprise by telling you?” He shot her a devious smirk. Next thing he knew, Chase’s tongue was headed for his ass.
She clapped her hand over her mouth again as Chase lifted Garrett’s legs up, nearly bending him in half as he went to work licking and teasing his hole, preparing it for penetration. Garrett was vaguely aware through the mind-hazing pleasure rippling through his body that Anjuli had stood and begun to remove her clothes. She resumed her spot on the bed with nothing on, then lifted one leg up so her foot rested on the mattress, spreading her thighs wide enough to give her fingers access. Garrett could smell her arousal and heard how wet she was when she slid one finger inside her slit.
Chase pulled back, observing Anjuli’s costume change with an approving grin. He reached for the condom Garrett had laid out beside the bed and worked it onto his cock, which was not as large as Garrett’s but still impressive in its own right. It was uncut and looked positively mouthwatering—Garrett was in some ways disappointed that he didn’t get a chance to suck it first. There will be time for that, he consoled himself. We live together, for fuck’s sake.
“Are you ready for me, lindo?” he asked, coating himself with some of the lube. He put some on his finger and ran it between Garrett’s ass cheeks as he moaned with need.
“Yes,” he managed to rasp out, a sound that was quickly drowned out by Anjuli’s gasp as Chase steadied his cock against Garrett’s entrance. Garrett clenched the sheets in his fists, and a grimace gripped his features as Chase began to slowly slide his cock in, inch by inch.
“Holy fuck...” Anjuli exhaled as she watched Garrett take Chase’s cock, the grimace on his face slowly dissipating by the time Chase was buried to the hilt inside him. She slowly moved her fingers in and out of her pussy, her eyes never leaving the two men in front of her.
“You okay?” Chase confirmed before beginning to move.
Garrett managed to say yes before Chase made his first thrust, long, slow and deep. Chase’s eyes rolled back in his head as he bit his lower lip. “You feel amazing, lindo...so hot, so tight. I haven’t done this in a little while, so I don’t know how long I will last.”
Anjuli’s features melted with arousal the longer she watched Chase’s cock slide in and out of Garrett. Looking over at her, so turned on as she finger-fucked herself, Garrett felt his own need growing again. “Climb on top,” he ordered her. “I want you to come on my cock while he fucks me.”
She glanced at Chase, then back to Garrett. “That won’t mess you guys up?”
Chase chuc
kled a bit as he repositioned Garrett’s legs to make more room for her. “Go for it,” he encouraged her.
She climbed onto the bed and placed a knee on each side of Garrett’s muscular torso. “I’m so fucking wet. Where’s another condom?”
Garrett reached out to get another, then stopped. “I just got tested after my last partner... It’s up to you, but I haven’t been with anyone else since her.”
Shit, except Nigel, he thought. I should probably tell her about that. Of course, we used protection, but—
She looked at him skeptically. “Just give it to me,” she insisted, holding out her hand.
He obliged and handed her a gold packet, which she tore open without hesitation. She encircled his cock with her fingers and stroked it up and down just long enough for a pearl of pre-cum to appear at the tip before she placed the condom on top and rolled it down his shaft. “I remember teaching my daughter to do this with a banana,” she laughed.
Chase made a little grunt as he started to pick up the pace. “Apparently he doesn’t want to hear about bananas,” Garrett joked, but the sound of his laughter quickly turned into a low hiss as Anjuli engulfed his cock with her pussy, sliding down his pole until her pelvis came to rest on top of his.
She gasped out, the feeling of fullness was so abrupt and overwhelming, even though she had initiated it herself. “I always forget how fucking big you are,” she made out as she began to bounce slightly on top of him, moved as much by Chase’s rhythm as she was of her own volition.
She threw her head back as she got her hips to work in time with Chase’s. Garrett helped by gripping her on each side, stabilizing her as she began to lose control. Fuck, she was already so close by herself, he thought. It’s not going to take her long. He braced himself for her orgasm, which he knew from experience was so powerful, it was going to milk the cum right out of his cock. He usually had more stamina during round two, but it had been a while since he’d had two overwhelmingly sexy partners at the same time.
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