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ARIC WASa mess.

So far he’d unpacked Brick’s duffel, filled the laundry hamper, and made room in the closet for Seth’s things—until he realized Seth didn’t have anything other than the clothes on his back. And while their sizes weren’t too dissimilar, his clothes would fit Seth like a second skin.

He’d also showered—twice—taking special pains to make sure one region of his anatomy was squeaky clean, because hey, he lived in hope.

Brick chuckled. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow, okay? Seth can have whatever he wants.”

Aric rolled his eyes. “Be warned, Seth. Letting this man loose with a credit card? Fatal.” Brick had taken Aric on a shopping spree when he’d first arrived in Homer Glen.

Brick’s wallet—and his closet—were still in recovery.

“I don’t want to think about shopping, not when I have something far more important on my mind.” Seth crooked his finger. “Come here, kitty.”

Aric’s heartbeat raced as he walked over to him, drinking in the sight of Seth’s lean frame—too lean, to be honest—his toned upper arms, the brown hair swept back like it always was, those dark brown eyes that had the power to melt him into a puddle of goo….

From the moment Aric had realized boys revved his engine rather than girls, and had taken his first tentative glances at porn, he’d known one thing for sure.

He was a bottom.

Porn had proved useful in one aspect—well, several, if he were honest. It had shown him being a bottom was nothing to be ashamed of. In fact he secretly believed bottoms had more fun. And once he’d met Seth, something else became obvious.

Seth might be a force of nature, but he was a bottom too.

Okay, so they’d never done more than kiss and indulge in some very hasty, very secret mutual masturbation in the camp, but he’d seen insideSeth’s head, and that left him in no doubt as to whose dick would be going where no man’s had gone before.

That would be Brick’s.

The same Brick who was staring at them as if they’d just walked into his life.

I get that. We’re finally together, but damn, we came the long way around.

You okay?

Aric knew where Brick was headed.Let’s say I’m getting there.He didn’t want to think about Fielding—not that he’d ever forget him—but this was a time for being with his mates.

He chuckled.Who am I kidding? This is all about handing in my V card.

Aric had waited long enough. They all had. “So what comes next?” Aric asked.

“Me, I hope,” Seth quipped. “Or both of us simultaneously, if it can be arranged.” His eyes twinkled. “Except I don’t think Brick’s cock can be in two places at once, so we might have to draw straws.”

“Wanna watch you undress each other.” Brick sat on the bed, then patted the comforter. “On here, boys.”

Seth grinned. “If we’re going to give you a show, there’d better be some audience participation.”

Aric glanced at Brick’s crotch. “I think that’s a given.” He knelt on the bed, and Seth joined him, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. He leaned in, his forehead meeting Seth’s. “Missed you,” he whispered.

Seth kissed him, only this time it wasn’t a fleeting embrace but a long, sensual connection that made him hot and cold at the same time. Their movements were clumsy as clothing was discarded, punctuated by frequent kisses, as though neither of them could bear to be parted for more than a couple of seconds. And as each new area of Seth’s bare skin was revealed, Aric kissed and stroked it, reacquainting himself with Seth’s familiar scent, the feel of warm, smooth flesh beneath his fingertips.

Neither of them made any effort to remove their underwear, and that felt right.

We’re in no rush.They’d waited this long, right?

“Fuck, you two are cute.”

Aric turned his head and lowered his gaze. He swore Brick was even bigger. He stretched out his hand and gave Brick’s bulge a gentle stroke. “What have you got in there? A puppy?”

Brick laughed. “Why don’t you find out?”