Excerpt from Opening Moves
Rook bounced as they headed toward the Z’va coffee house, walking between Knight and Bishop, his two favorite people in all the world. “He was a stud, Knight. He really was.”
“I told you.” Knight winked at him, goosed him gently. “O ye of little faith and large penis.”
He jumped at the goosing and rounded on Knight, his ire fading as he played the words back. “His was pretty impressive, too. You think it was just a shower? Or a grower, too?”
“That I don’t know. He’s never sprung wood in class.” Knight winked.
“That’s a damn shame.” Rook stepped back between them and looped a hand each through Knight’s and Bishop’s arms. He loved touching them. Hell, he loved them, plain and simple. “So. I know I’m not the only one who wants to do him six ways to Sunday.”
Bish snorted. “Or get done by him.”
“Sure. I’m easy.” He was. As both his lovers well knew.
“He might say no… You do realize this, dear boys.” Knight could be such a turd.
“You wouldn’t have suggested it if you believed that.”
Knight nodded, hips bumping his. “He’s got a great ass and the rumors are he’s unattached. A little gym bunny.”
“I didn’t get a good look at his ass, but the rest of him was vavavavoom!”
“I saw his ass,” put in Bishop. “It was great.”
“I need a cup of coffee. I told him where we’d be. We’re sticking with the original plan, boys?”
They’d made similar offers before—four times. No one’d ever said yes. Of course, Knight hadn’t picked before.
A boy. A man. A lover. Someone for them to play with at will. They’d started talking about it late one night—the three of them naked and lazy, sprawled. Knight had been teasing Bish about getting a houseboy, someone they could touch, drive crazy. Boss around a little. Play with.
That had been Knight’s phrase. Play with.
Rook nodded eagerly and Bishop grunted an affirmative.
Rook tried not to get excited, but damn. It wasn’t easy.
They piled into the shop, waved at Rick and Les. “The usual, boys?”
“Please. You and Bish go sit, I’ll get it.” He pulled his wallet out and sauntered up to the counter.
Rick grinned at him and Les made the black coffee, the mocha latte, and the triple espresso with a shot of caramel. “We haven’t seen you three in almost a week. I was going to send a search party.”
“If you promise it’ll be full of studs, it’ll be another week before we’re back.”
“Shit, I can’t afford that! Knight keeps me in business!”
He pouted. “Too bad. I guess we’ll have to keep finding our own studs.”
He handed over a twenty and waved away the offered change. Grabbing the tray, he headed to the table Knight and Bishop had chosen. Knight was straddling a chair backwards, Bishop’s hands on his lean shoulders, rubbing hard. Knight looked tired, but each touch seemed to make that sexy body to relax. Rook licked his lips. Who needed a search party of hotties when he had his two very own personal studs to love on?
The look on Knight’s face was pure bliss—lips parted, surrounded by goatee and mustache, the hair black as pitch.
“No orgasming in the coffee shop—they’ll throw us out again,” Rook teased, putting their coffees down on the table.
“Shh. He’s rubbing. Don’t distract him.”
He grinned at Bishop, who just smiled back. “I’ll do you when we get home.”
It was probably for the best—he’d never met a massage he didn’t want to turn into more. Especially when Bish was the one dishing out the massage—you could feel the love in every touch.
Knight moaned, the sound like liquid sex. “Bish has the best hands.”
“He does.” Rook was getting hard. Between the look on Knight’s face and the memories of what exactly those hands could get up to…
He sat down and pulled his chair up to the table. Bish could make you beg, make you scream, make you hurt in ways that felt so fucking good after… And after… He never ever doubted that Bish loved him.
He tried not to whimper—he already had a reputation for being easy, so the last thing he needed was to get all hot and bothered by memories.
Knight met his gaze, near-black eyes dazed. “Tell me when you see him.”
Not if.
When.
Excerpt from Middle Game
Jason had been watching the snow falling for hours, mounding up around the window sill, white and fluffy. The studio wasn’t cold, not at all, but a part of him felt a little chilled just from watching the ice crystals build.
Jason shivered, making sure the motion was tiny, not moving on the lounge chair in the least.
“Be still, Jase. I’m almost done.” Knight was painting furiously.
“I am.” He was naked, except for a soft, silken drape over his thighs.
The front door opened and closed, Rook’s voice singing out, reaching them even here in the studio, “Hello, honeys, I’m home!”
Jason smiled. The sound of Rook’s voice made him happy every time he heard it.
“Don’t move!” Knight spoke loudly enough that Rook no doubt heard it from the front of the house because it was followed by the sound of his laughter and he appeared at the door.
“Look at this! Two of my favorite people in the whole world, both together.” Rook draped himself over Knight and kissed Knight’s cheek.
“Working, Rookie.” Knight did smile, though, which Jason had learned over the past month was rare.
“I know.” Rook’s eyes wandered over the canvas, and he licked his lips. “God, you’re a talented asshole, aren’t you?” Rook gave Knight another kiss, then backed off, blowing a kiss at Jason. “So how long before we can puppy pile?”
“Ten minutes, tops.” Knight growled the words, eyes dragging over Jason’s body.
“Does he need fluffing or anything?” Rook asked, voice hopeful.
“No touching. You’ll destroy my view.”
Rook pouted and sighed loudly. “I’ve been working all day long.”
“You’ve been playing with dildos, Rookie.” Knight sighed, then set his brushes down. “Go on, Jase. I’m done.”
He pushed himself off the chair toward Rook. The man fascinated him, so pretty with his blond hair, his bright blue eyes. So different from Knight’s slender darkness.
Rook stuck his tongue out at Knight but gave the man a proper kiss even as he held out his arm to Jason. Jason went to them, moving carefully, suddenly painfully aware of the plug inside him.
Rook’s hand slid over his skin as soon as he was close enough and the kiss with Knight ended noisily. Then Rook’s mouth covered his, tongue pushing in. A sweet hum sounded, Rook’s blue eyes staring into his own like he was the most fascinating thing ever.
It was Knight’s hand, though, that slid down his back, moving to jostle the plug. He jerked away, cheeks burning. Knight shook his head. “Still so shy?”
Rook’s eyes widened, his lips pulling up into a grin. “A plug? Knight, you naughty, naughty man.” Rook slid a hand down his back just like Knight had done, heading right for his ass.
“I wanted to make sure he stayed awake.”
Jason groaned. He’d stayed awake.
Rook laughed, the sound happy and sweet. “Can we play on your couch, Knight? Or should we find a bed?” Rook found the base of the plug and began to tap it.
“Let’s go upstairs. Bish will be back soon.”
Rook bounced happily and grabbed Jason’s and Knight’s hands, leading the way like a naughty Pied Piper.
“I need to clean up, Rookie!” Knight was laughing, though. Rook was the only one who made the man laugh.
“We’ll help. After.” Rook shook his ass, making it very clear what came before the after. Jason was given a sweet smile. “I think someone needs some help with that plug up his ass…”
“Rook…” His cheeks heated, but his cock jerked, filling.
Rook grinned and squeezed his hand, moving faster.
“Horndog. I love the way Jase walks when he’s full.” Knight’s voice had a sexy, husky note to it.
“And you call me a horndog?” Rook laughed and took a half step behind him. “Knight is right, though, honey, you move like magic with that plug.”
His cheeks were burning and he ducked his head then shook it.
“You should have seen him take it in for me.” Knight’s fingers slipped over his skin.
Oh. Oh, God. He… He still wasn’t used to being a…plaything for these three men.
Rook moaned and rubbed against Knight. “I wish I’d seen that.”
“I’m sure we can revisit after we play…with a bigger plug.”
Rook beamed. “That would be perfect.” Rook wrapped his arms around Knight, giving the man another one of those kisses. And then Rook’s attention focused on him, mouth latching on.
There was nothing on earth—nothing—like Rook’s kisses. Slow, lazy, drugging. They made him dizzy. He almost didn’t feel the hands that slid down to his ass. It wasn’t until two held his cheeks open and more fingers played with the plug that he realized there were in fact four hands touching him.
He whimpered into the kiss. God, that was so perverse, so hot.
Rook teased him with his tongue as the fingers on the plug twisted it, tugged it partway out before pushing it back in again.
He shook his head, and Knight chuckled. “Sweet baby. Our hot little size queen.”
Size queen? Him?
Rook moaned. “God, yes. I need to start bringing home some of the merchandise.”
“You know it. Big ones. Metal ones. Tiered ones. Vibrating ones.” Knight sounded evil.
Rook jerked against him. “Oh, yes. I’ll do it. Tomorrow, I swear.”
“Bring me one of the shower nozzles, too. What do you think, Jase? A long weekend of ass play?”
How did he answer that?
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