This?
This was purgatory. Heaven. Hell. All of it rolled up into one violently sexy bastard I couldn’t get enough of.
“You make me crazy, Ezra. You are such an asshole. You suck cock like it’s your job, you can make our girl come with a scream, and you literally try to kill me with your mood swings.”
No, I really didn’t, but he was thrusting his thumb a little deeper with each word and a little more spit. If we were going bigger than the thumb…
“You were pissed at me because Milo said good luck.”
Oh, it all crashed back in and the haze of pleasure drowning me, jerked back like a yanked curtain. “Secrets…” I choked that one word out. “I hate the secrets.”
“I’m not keeping secrets from you, asshole.” His lips were at my ear and he was bending over me. The tease of his cock against my ass was a whole new level of torment. “He said good luck because you and I were going to be alone. He was giving us the night so we wouldn’t feel self-conscious.”
Wait…
Adam bit me. The scrape of his teeth on my shoulder grounded me and had my cock jerking.
“You stupid asshole,” he muttered as he pulled away. “Milo may be a lot of things, but a blind asshole is not one. Apparently, you got all of that in the family.”
The insult could have hurt if it wasn’t so accurate. Milo left to give me and Adam privacy. I didn’t know how to respond.
“But no, you can’t just accept that he might say something you don’t understand the reference to immediately without blowing up. So, my fucked up friend,” Adam continued, his voice dark with passion and anger. Passionate anger? It was hot no matter what it was.
His thumb was out and there was something warm and wet drizzling over my ass. He brought the lube.
I was wrong. I hadn’t died before.
I was about to die now. I was going to die impaled on his cock and I shifted on the bed. I wanted this so goddamn much. He slapped my ass again.
“Fuck,” I barked out the word. He had big hands and that fucking hurt, but then he massaged the cheek he’d struck and the heat went into my bones.
“Don’t like that?” Adam taunted me. Oh, he was definitely taunting.
“Didn’t say that—” I regretted my smart mouth almost immediately because he slapped my ass again. This time, the sting was far hotter and I swore. “God…”
“Adam,” he corrected with another slap. It was scrambling my brains as he spanked me.
Adam fucking Reed was spanking me.
And what was I doing? Pushing my ass back at him like please sir, may I have some more?
Laughter and tears tangled up in a hysterical mess, but then I became aware of a finger in my ass… wait, no two fingers. Holy shit, he’d distracted me and he was fucking my ass with his fingers. It felt good as he stretched me.
“You don’t have to be so careful—” That didn’t go over well. He just slapped my ass three times in rapid succession until I was breathless from the heat of it all. His gentle massage as he scissored his fingers inside of me brought real tears to my eyes.
Not tears of pain.
Far from it.
He was adding a third finger.
“This is easier when Lainey is here,” Adam said, the words filtered through the wild emotions choking me.
“Yes,” I agreed.
“We focus on her.” Adam was leaning over me, his hips against my hot cheek while he finger fucked my ass. All three, stretching me and when he teased my prostate, it was my hips that were bucking. “We turn all that aggression on her even as we dance around each other.”
“You let me suck you off.” It was a plea and an argument.
“I did and I fucking loved it,” Adam’s declaration threatened to destroy me. I collapsed, almost face first into the bedspread. My arms and legs wouldn’t hold me up anymore. “I fucking loved it and I’ve never looked at a man once in my life and thought…I want to sink my dick into him. I want him to suck me. I want to kiss him until his mouth bruises and he shuts the fuck up.”
Jealousy vied with shock as the flip-flopping emotions tore through me. “No?”
“No,” Adam said firmly.
“But you do with me?” I didn’t want to ask the question, yet I had to.
“Ezra,” Adam said, all traces of the rage and exasperation with me just gone.
All at once, he was the man I’d grown up with, the best friend who’d gone to hell and back with me. The man who’d gotten in the way of my father’s blows, and who’d put me back together more than once.
Real tears escaped me at the genuine emotion bleeding in his words.
“Yes, I do with you…I love you, asshole. I love your dumb fucking remarks, your crazy antics, your insane decisions, and your jackass temper.” His fingers were gone but his words buried themselves in my heart. The feel of his dick against my asshole was right there. “I’ve never done this before… I’ll never do this with anyone that isn’t you or Lainey.”
Yes. That was how it should be. “We love her.”
“Yes, we do,” he whispered as he pushed past that ring of muscle and I arched my head up to groan.
