Page 14 of Sinister

Fucker was grinning at me.

“No deal.”

Burne laughed, his eyes lighting up beautifully. “Yes, deal. You already agreed. Don’t get to back out now.” He ran his eyes over me. “Make it out of the shower before I’m done cooking, and I’ll give you a fucking hella nice parting gift to last you until we see each other this afternoon.”

That was definitely enough motivation.

I flung the covers back. He barked out a laugh before leaving the bedroom. Leo snickered and quickly joined me in the bathroom.

Fuck, who the hell was I to turn down that deal?

Epilogue

Burne

My and Leo’s decision to date Josh together had been one of the best decisions we’d ever made as a couple. Because a year later, I couldn’t imagine my life without the bratty boy. He slept between us each night without fail unless Leo or I were sick and wanted extra cuddles, and we both woke him up each morning the same way we had the first time he’d slept over with us. Leo loved sucking cock as much as I loved pounding ass. Having Josh with us let us have what we wanted at the same time, and it never hurt that he was quick to return the favors.

Really fucking quick. God, the man was insatiable.

After the fall semester was over, Leo and I convinced him to move in with us. I mean, fuck, he was already practically living with us anyway, only spending time in his dorm if he wanted to hang out with Derrick, who, I had to admit, was actually chill as fuck. Josh had been worried about Derrick having to live with someone else, but Derrick threatened to shove his foot up Josh’s ass if Josh didn’t do what he wanted and stopped worrying about him. I’d been quietly snickering when I overheard that conversation.

“Wonder what Josh is going to the party as,” Leo pondered as he parked his car in front of the frat house holding the annual Halloween party. It was already bustling with people. I knew this wasn’t Josh’s scene. It had taken me, Leo, and Derrick pleading with him to get him to agree to come here. Hell, he’d only agreed yesterday. Parties were not Josh’s thing.

It was quite funny seeing Josh and Derrick argue because Derrick technically broke his word to never ask Josh to come to another party again. But he softened when he found out he was doing it because Leo and I really wanted him here with us.

Josh had been secretive about his costume after finally agreeing, not telling us a damn thing. And he’d spent the afternoon with Derrick, promising to meet us here. Neither of us liked it, but we dealt. If it meant he was here, then what the fuck ever.

It was annoying that Josh wanted to force us to wait to see his costume, but I had to admit, the suspense would probably be worth it. Josh was sexy as fuck, no matter what he wore. And I’d witnessed his work out routine—had picked him up from the gym one day after his work out session with Derrick. Damn, our man really got into it.

A smile tipped the corners of my lips when I remembered Derrick being our watch-guy as I bent Josh over in one of the showers stalls and fucked him. It had been absolute hell gagging him enough to keep him quiet. He was so fucking vocal.

Leo and I slid out of the car at the same time, and Leo reached over to grab my hand as soon as I rounded the hood. I pulled him in for a hot kiss before we walked up the steps into the house. He moaned into my mouth, curving into me, his fingers dancing over my leather harness. I had a pair of skin-tight leather pants on with black combat boots. Leo had almost made us late when he saw me come out of the bathroom.

But shit, Leo was hot as fuck too in his prison guard uniform. I had some wicked ideas for those cuffs dangling from his belt.

Strobe lights were flashing when we entered the house, instantly giving me a fucking headache. Leo gently squeezed my hand, his silent way of giving me reassurance, and led me through the crowd. I didn’t do well with flashing lights and too many people, but alcohol usually numbed the skin-crawling sensation a bit.

My breath left me on a whoosh of air at the sight of Josh. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants with no fucking shirt on. His abs and all those muscles were on full display, and I could see the imprint of his dick through his sweats.

And was that oil glistening on his body?

Fuck. Me.

“Fuck me,” Leo hissed, voicing my exact thoughts.

“Does he ever fucking dress up?” I wondered as I led Leo over to Josh. I mean… I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. The shirtless thing one hundred percent worked for me. And those sweats meant easy access.

“Where the fuck is your costume?” Leo asked as we walked up next to him.

Derrick snorted from his position against the wall. “Getting this fucker into a costume is like pulling teeth. I don’t fucking recommend it.”

Josh slanted his lips across mine before I could say a word, then moved on to Leo to do the same. Derrick grunted. “You guys make me feel like a fourth wheel.”

Josh winked at him as he slid his hands over Leo’s prison guard costume. Leo closed his eyes and moaned, his body swaying toward Josh’s. “You can always join in, bro.”

Derrick barked out a laugh and pushed off the wall. “Remember, you’re the first person I’m calling if I ever want something up my ass,” he called over his shoulder as he strode off toward a group of girls.

Josh laughed and turned back to face us. He winked at me. “That leather…” He licked his lips, and I groaned, my dick so hard, I was afraid it would burst through the leather. “It’s doing something for me.” He grabbed my hand and one of Leo’s in his other before nodding his head in the direction of the stairs. “There’s a room available upstairs. I hate parties. Only reason I came is because of you guys and Derrick,” he reminded us.

I grabbed his cock, and he sharply inhaled, his lips softly parting as he stared at me, his pupils blown. That submissive look filtered into his eyes, his body softening. Leaning forward, I flicked my tongue over his jaw. He whimpered. “Take me upstairs, babe. This party isn’t really my scene either,” I breathed in his ear.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He tightened his hold on our hands and led us up the stairs, not even giving a shit about the stares we were receiving.

And honestly, I didn’t care either. I just prayed for the poor soul who happened to walk in on us tonight because I planned to fuck both of my men until they couldn’t function anymore. And if we got interrupted…

It was their funeral.