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Sex. He was worried about the sex. Oakley recalled what Jack had said about a straight guy being willing to have sex with a man he loved. While there was definitely a strong attraction and a powerful pull, Joel had never considered sleeping with a guy before now. The rest wouldn’t come naturally. There were still some barriers in place and it would take time to scale those walls. “It’s okay, Joel. We can ease into that. There’s no rush.”

Joel looked back toward the bar, where Sadie was cleaning up like a mad woman. Oakley started to chuckle, but the serious look on Joel’s face stopped him.

“I don’t want to mess this up. Any of it.”

Oakley understood. He’d felt the same way since the beginning. Joel had gone along for the ride, convinced from the start there were limits. Now that Joel had rejected any restrictions and admitted to his feelings, he could see exactly how much there was to lose.

“So we’ll slow things down, watch our step. I got your back, bro. And you got mine. We can figure it out together.”

“I don’t think we have as much time as you think,” Joel said, his gaze still glued to Sadie. “She’s like a caged bird. I keep thinking we’re going to leave that door open for one second and she’s going to fly away.”

“No.” Oakley refused to believe that. He couldn’t. Not when he was so close to getting everything he’d ever wanted. “We’ll convince her to stay.”

Joel gave him a crooked grin, but Oakley got the sense it was meant to comfort him, that Joel didn’t really believe they’d succeed.

After a few minutes, they were decent enough to walk back into the bar and help Sadie clean up. It took closer to an hour, but finally, Sadie was able to lock the door and they were alone.

They wasted no time. Oakley grabbed Sadie and kissed her hard, Joel’s words still troubling him.

After several minutes, she was the first to pull away. Oakley started to tug her back, but she shook her head and looked at Joel. Then, she walked over to the closest chair and sat down. She wanted to watch. Them.

Oakley had promised they would take things slowly—and he meant that—but he’d waited too long for this moment. He gripped Joel’s shirt by the front and pulled him close, kissing him.

Joel wasn’t a passive lover, not with Sadie and—thank God—not with him. He cupped Oakley’s face with his large, calloused palms and deepened the kiss.

Oakley released Joel’s shirt, his hand drifting down. He stroked Joel’s erection through the thick denim of his jeans. Joel sucked in a loud breath. Oakley wondered if his friend would shove his hand away when Joel released his face.

Then Oakley’s eyes drifted closed as Joel covered his hand and pressed Oakley’s fingers harder against his cock.

“Open my pants, Oak.”

Like Sadie, Oakley was a goner whenever Joel issued his commands in that deep, sexy tone.

He unbuttoned Joel’s jeans and slid the zipper down. They both went commando. Oakley was glad for that easy access now as Joel’s cock sprang free.

Oakley wrapped his fist around Joel, stroking him. He’d seen his cock every night for weeks as they fell into bed with Sadie. He had longed to touch it, to hold it. To…

To hell with slow.

Oakley dropped to his knees. He could feel Sadie’s gaze on them, watching their every move. It made the moment even more intense, hotter.

Joel didn’t move away, didn’t resist as Oakley opened his mouth and took the head of his cock inside.

He heard a quiet gasp from Sadie. Oakley hated that she was so far away. He released Joel and looked at her. “Come here.”

She stood and walked over to them. “I thought…”

Joel pulled her close for a kiss. “This only works if it’s all of us.”

Oakley felt the same way. He loved Joel and he was truly attracted to him, but without Sadie, there would be no them. Not like this.

Oakley tightened his grip on the base of Joel’s cock, prompting his friend to groan. Sadie glanced down and smiled. Then she dropped to her knees next to Oakley.

Oakley kissed her briefly, grinning when Sadie bent closer and ran her tongue along Joel’s cock.

“Jesus,” Joel muttered. “You two are trying to kill me.”

For several minutes, he and Sadie took turns with Joel’s cock—licking, sucking, even nipping at it—each trying to push their lover over the edge. Joel had a grip on each of them, one hand in Oakley’s hair, the other in Sadie’s. Each time one of them did something he liked, his fingers tightened. Oakley’s scalp stung from the pressure, but the pain didn’t make him want to stop. It made him want more.