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“You’re lucky I’m excited to see you naked. Next time I strip you down, I’m going to take my time.” Dare pulled out Ryan’s shirt and started easing it over his shoulders. “I’m going to lick and kiss every inch of you. I might even make you come while I play with you and explore, but then again, I might not let you orgasm. I might just decide that I want you hard and aching while I play.”

I couldn’t decide what sounded better…getting to come or being denied.

Neither could Ryan.

He just moaned and nodded, clearly glad it wasn’t up to him.

Dare gave him a wicked smile but was quiet as he tossed Ryan’s shirt to the bed beside mine. When he moved to take Ryan’s pants off, we both held our breath in excitement. When his pants and boxers fell to the floor, the excitement in the room ratcheted up another notch.

Ryan was incredible.

Sculpted muscles and a tight, firm ass made him look like one of the statues I’d read about in school. But his long, thick erection took the living statue in an erotic direction that I’d never seen in any museum.

Dare knelt down behind him and helped Ryan step out of the rest of his clothes. By most definitions, he should have looked submissive. But his expression as he stared up at Ryan was possessive and in control.

Ryan was his and Dare knew it.

Relished it.

Relishedus.

As Dare rose, he gave Ryan’s ass a pat. “Go kneel beside Scott on the bed.”

Then Dare turned that sexy focus to me. “Lie down on your back in the middle of the bed and grip the bars. You’re going to stay just like that until I’m ready to tie up my sweet boy.”

As we followed the directions under Dare’s gaze, I couldn’t help but look at them in wonder. It wasn’t weird. It wasn’t awkward. I wasn’t embarrassed to be sharing this with them. It was perfect. I couldn’t picture anyone else I’d share something like this with.

When I was stretched out on the bed, Ryan kneeling beside me, Dare nodded like we were just as he’d pictured. “My boys.”

As he started to strip out of his clothes, the words rang in my head.

We were his.