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“He wants you almost as badly as I do.”

The thought of it was almost too much. My hands flailed out, scrabbling at Vince’s shirt, mindlessly tracing over the thick scar on his chest from when Caspian had tried to kill him in cold blood.

Vince was trying to turn the tables. He was trying to position me at his side and the two of them in front of us for the taking. I didn’t deserve the honor, but once upon a time, he’d saved my life, and I didn’t have it in me to tell him no. I would take anyone or anything if it meant in the end I had him.

I was seconds away from coming, a breath shy of my release…my revelation, when Vince took his hands off my body. The cry that fell out of my mouth was nearly unhuman, feral and desperate with need. I flung myself toward him, chasing after the friction that had hurt me to the point of pleasure.

“Good boy,” he whispered, falling onto his back and making quick work of his fly. Propped up on one bent arm, I watched him throw his head back and stroke his cock while I humped his leg like a fucking animal.

Vince groaned, pointing his dick toward me and shooting his load all over my face. Jet after jet of cum streaked out of the swollen purple tip of his cock, and I moaned, grinding down against his calf and coming with the taste of him on my tongue, the salt of him in my nose.

“Take it,” he whispered. “Take it, Orion.”

And I did.

Chapter 37

Jacob

Caspian looked like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. His nerves were making me nervous, even as I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to ignore him.

“Hope you’re happy,” I said. “I hope it was all worth it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snapped.

“I don’t have anything to lose here. I’ve already had them both.”

At my confession, his cheeks burned a violent and dark pink. “I’ve sucked Vince’s cock and…”

I trailed off, not wanting to admit to the things Orion and I had done together.

“I’ve sucked his cock too,” Caspian said.

I relished the fact he had nothing to say about Orion. A sense of propriety that didn’t belong in that bedroom wrapped itself around me, untangling the tension thathad begun to knot around my spine at Vince’s return home.

But what the fuck?

When had Orion been anything other than a hindrance at worst or a means to an end at best? Scrubbing a hand down my face, I tried to focus instead on the labored way Caspian was struggling to catch his breath across the room. “It’s not a contest. Would you sit the fuck down, please? You’re making me nervous.”

“Aren’t you anyway?” He threw himself down onto the edge of the bed, his back near my knee.

“No,” I answered honestly. “They don’t scare me.”

They did, but not in the way Caspian was afraid. Vince’s ruthlessness frightened me, and so did Orion’s obedience, but it also turned me on in equal measure. The trust and devotion between the two men was unmatched.

“I think I’m in over my head.”

I scoffed, stretching out my legs and crossing them at the ankle. “That sounds like an understatement.”

Caspian shot me a death glare, but there was a wall of unshed tears in his eyes that had him looking more like a kicked puppy than a hired hitman. How had a man like him gotten roped into this mess in the first place? What had Vince said his last name was earlier? Andersen? It didn’t ring a bell.

“I’ve just wanted him for so long,” Caspian whispered, bending in half at the waist and dropping his head into his hands.

“Who? Vince?”

He nodded.

“So you decided to kill him?”