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I wished he would have come there instead of my leg. Instead of his hand.

Without a word, he zipped up his pants, yanked his hand out of my mouth, and stormed out of the room, leaving me hard, alone, and confused.

Again.

Chapter 33

Fletcher

Much to my surprise, I woke up in Daren’s bed, a warm body flattened against my chest and a tangle of someone else’s hair in my face. Fighting my first instinct to recoil, I took a steadying breath and settled deeper into the sheets. I inhaled an unfamiliar scent, opening my eyes enough to recognize the man in front of me was Luca and not Daren. He was either a light sleeper, or a horny one, because he must have sensed me waking up. Luca made a sleepy noise and pushed his ass against my sleep-hard erection, reaching back and digging his fingers into my thigh.

I was still half-dressed, my pants from the night before absolutely beyond repair, and I’d probably owe Daren a new set of sheets for what a mess I’d made of his bed the night before. Reaching behind me, I felt around the bed for my deputy, finding Luca and I the only two bodies tangled in the sheets. I did, however, find the lube, casually discarded half under a pillow. Closing my eyes, I groaned in warning, Luca starting a slow and steady grind against my dick, arching his back to search out a better angle.

“I can take it,” he said sleepily, letting his hand slide from my thigh to my fly, which was still undone. He worked his fingersinto my underwear, grazing against my cock before pulling me free of my pants.

“I don’t care what you can take,” I told him.

He hummed. “I like that about you. You’re so much like him.”

“Like who?” I opened the lube and shot a glob of it onto my cock and Luca’s talented, manipulative fingers.

“Like Daren,” he murmured, notching my tip against his asshole. After the way I’d fucked him the night before, the way Daren and I had fucked him, I was impressed he had another round in him. Even more impressed that I had to fight to get inside of him. One inch and then another, and then Luca said, “Like Gideon.”

I went still as a statue, and Luca worked his hips back to take me down to the root, content to do the work on his own if I wasn’t going to help out. He started fucking himself on my cock while I fought back a thousand questions I wanted to ask about what the fuck exactly he’d meant by that comment.

Deciding against any of them, I rolled Luca onto his stomach and slammed my entire length into him so hard I wondered if I was going to end up buying Daren a new bed to go with his new sheets.

“Oh, fuck,” Luca moaned, turning his face to the side against the pillow. He didn’t have his glasses on, and his golden brown eyes rolled back as I thrust into him, hard and long strokes meant to bring the both of us pleasure.

“You’re a minx,” I accused, pressing my palm against the flat of his back for leverage.

Luca laughed, a sleepy and all too seductive sound, then squeezed his muscles around my shaft.

“My downfall,” I murmured, dragging my hand from his back to his face. I meant to press him into the bed, hide his face, but he had other plans.

Luca took one of my fingers into his mouth, sucking it like it was a cock, moaning and writhing beneath me like he’d never been fucked this well in his life. I wanted it to be the truth, but I’d watched Daren fuck him twice and I’d seen Daren fuck plenty of other times too.

I knew he was endowed and talented, but so was I.

There was something intoxicating about the way Luca spread himself open for me, the way he took my cock like he was a starving man and I was the only sustenance he’d ever been offered. His expressions, his sounds, it was enough to drive anyone mad, and I understood how Daren had fallen prey to the enticing other man.

Falling forward, I sank my teeth into the back of his neck, almost hard enough to draw blood. Instead of pulling away, Luca spread his legs wider, moaning like the perfect little cock slut he was. No wonder Daren loved him; he was a gem in a pile of shit.

“This ass could ruin empires,” I whispered, laving my tongue over the divots shaped like my teeth.

“I don’t..don’t care about all that,” he panted.

“I believe you,” I told him. “You wouldn’t be here if you did.”

Luca was attractive enough to be calculating and dangerous, but he didn’t have designs on any of that. He just wanted to love Daren, get fucked, and get out alive. Admirable goals across the board, though I worried if he’d find success with the first and the latter. The second one…he’d never struggle to fill that void. Physically and otherwise.

“I don’t want to leave here,” he said on a moan, clamping his teeth down on the finger he’d been sucking on earlier.

I pulled back enough to lift one of his legs over my shoulder so I could flip him onto his back. With his leg up, I could get even deeper inside of him, every thrust of my cock punching the air out of his lungs.

“Don’t. Say. Shit. Like. That,” I grit out, a snap of my hips against his pelvis punctuating every word. I wanted to tell him dreams were worthless here. They had no place and would only bring everyone misery, but I was interrupted by the sound of Daren’s voice behind us.

“He’s addicting, isn’t he?” Daren asked, not sounding anything besides amused and aroused.