Chapter 5
Riley had made one mistake after another in the last few days. Somehow this particular one had to be the absolute worst. Waiting for Dawson to arrive at Gideon’s apartment. To have sex? To talk about the strange tornado of heat that swirled around all of them?
Gideon returned to the room, now wearing a clean set of clothes—a pair of loose-fitting black sweatpants and a dark-grey wool jumper—his hair damp from his quick shower. He dropped his phone on the counter. “He messaged back and said he’ll be here in fifteen minutes. Ten minutes ago.”
“In Sydney traffic?” Riley asked, raising an eyebrow.
Gideon shrugged and sat beside Riley. He spread out, nudging Riley’s foot with his own. “He was nearby on a job, apparently.”
“It’s almost nine.” Nearby on a job doing what, exactly?
“Guess he works hours as weird as we do.”
Riley didn’t even know what Dawson did. Something to do with weddings?
“Is something burning?” Riley asked, noting a distinct smell in the air.
“Oh my God, the cheese.” Gideon burst up from his seat and bolted towards the kitchenette.
Riley watched, bemused, as Gideon pulled out a dish from the oven. A little worse for wear, though not unsalvageable. “Don’t you have a timer?”
“I forgot to put it on.”
Of course, he had. At least he hadn’t burnt the place down. That would have made for an unfortunate night for them all.
Riley absently flicked through the colouring books on the table. “Why do you colour?” he asked. He had for as long as Riley had known him and had never been ashamed of it, always ready to freely admit it to any random person willing to listen to him. Riley had even seen him take one into an interrogation room a few times. Somehow him sitting there colouring while waiting for them to speak put people on edge. Not a technique any of his other detectives had any desire to try.
“My mum is an artist,” Gideon said. He draped a tea towel over the baked dish and pushed it off to the side, presumably to cool off. “And I got none of her artistic talent. Zero. I’m sure you can confirm that; you’ve seen my stick figures.”
“I have.” Some nightmares didn’t go away, and Gideon plastered them all over the precinct as a constant reminder. “I suppose you had to give up something in exchange for the stunning good looks.”
“You think I have stunning good looks?” Gideon asked as if he didn’t know. He had a mirror; he couldn’t be that oblivious. He’d only gotten more handsome as he’d aged, which Riley hadn’t appreciated.
“The colouring, Gideon.”
“I think I want to talk more about this ‘stunning good looks’ thing.”
“If you’re fishing for compliments, don’t.”
“I don’t need to; you gave it already.”
“And we’re moving on.” Riley didn’t feel like getting into just how long he’d been admiring Gideon’s face… and the rest of him.
“A shame.” Gideon dragged his bin over to the counter and dropped what looked like tentacles into it. “Well, when I was a kid, I tried to be like my mum, as you do, and I’d get upset when I couldn’t replicate her art. It’s hard to explain to a four-year-old why his fridge drawings aren’t as good as an award-winning artist who has pieces in exclusive galleries. One day Dad came home with a whole box of colouring books and enough pencils and Textas that I could have made a life-size statue of myself using them. And then it became this family activity to spend a few nights a week colouring together.” Gideon draped himself over Riley’s shoulders, nuzzling into him. “Turns out I was good at keeping in the lines. And as long as you can do that, there are no levels. We were the same.”
“She had to have been colouring down to make you feel better.”
Gideon smiled against Riley’s throat. “Probably,” he murmured, kissing the spot.
Riley reached up and curled his fingers in Gideon’s hair, keeping him there. A tongue flicked out, and he shivered. Leaning back, he gave Gideon more room. Gideon took full advantage and locked his lips over a patch, sucking sharply.
Riley could only take it so long before needing to be in control. He twisted, fitting their lips together and tumbling Gideon into his lap. Gideon moaned, fitting perfectly. Riley fisted Gideon’s jumper in his hand and encouraged him to rock back and forth, the perfect pressure against his rapidly hardening cock.
The unwelcome knock at the door had Riley groaning in frustration.
Gideon chuckled breathlessly. “That’ll be Dawson.” He reached down and massaged Riley’s dick. “Feels like you’re ready for him.”
“We’re not—” He cut off with a sigh as Gideon slid off his lap and moved to the front door. He couldn’t believe he was even entertaining this idea. The three of them were a disaster individually; mixing them together could only make everything a thousand times worse.
Riley’s body apparently hadn’t gotten the memo his brain had sent out. The second he heard Dawson’s voice, everything in him tightened further, echoes of wet heat around his dick making him hard as steel.
Dawson wore the same outfit as earlier, though a little worse for wear. There was a dirt streak across his cheek, what looked distinctly like a paw print on his plain, light-blue T-shirt, and were those pieces of grass peeking out from his pocket?
Dawson glanced down at himself and smiled ruefully. He ran a hand through the long strands of hair on top of his head. “Sorry. It’s been an interesting afternoon.”
“So I heard,” Gideon said slyly.
Dawsons’s eyes widened, and he glanced between them. “You told him?”
“Yes.” Hiding it implied shame in his actions, and while there were regrets mingled in with other complicated feelings, shame had no place there. “Gideon and I are…” He trailed off. They were what, exactly? Not lovers. Yet. They’d proven the inevitability of it multiple times.
They’d spent years in close proximity without any of this distracting them. A split second of weakness, and doors had opened. Riley had tried to close them, and it hadn’t worked.
Dawson shuffled his feet. “Are you two—together? I didn’t mean to—I didn’t know—” The panic on his face might have been comical if Riley’s dick wasn’t trying to burst out of his pants.
“We’re not together,” Gideon said. “You didn’t step on anyone’s toes. Contrary to what you think about Riley, he’s not that kind of person. He wouldn’t have let you suck his dick if he were taken.”
Riley appreciated the faith in him. Cheating implied a relationship, and he’d never had one.
“What am I doing here?” Dawson asked. “I thought we were done.”
Gideon closed the door and leaned his back on it, crossing his arms over his chest. The large sweater engulfed him endearingly. “If that’s what you want. It all depends.”
“On what?” Dawson moved so he had them both in view. Creating a triangle.
“What you want,” Riley said. This might have been Gideon’s idea, but if Riley had really wanted to shut it down, he would have.
Dawson had no idea how to keep his mouth shut, he was incredibly annoying, and his connection to someone biologically related to Riley made Riley uncomfortable.
Riley also wanted to get Dawson on his knees to suck his dick again. Along with more than a few other things.
Would Dawson throw caution to the wind the way he and Gideon were doing?
“Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?” Dawson tugged on the hem of his T-shirt, sucking his lower lip into his mouth.
Riley knew what that lip tasted like. Knowledge he’d never wanted. Can’t put it back once you open Pandora’s box.
Gideon tightened the triangle, stepping closer. “We’ve established that you’re not opposed to getting down and dirty with Riley. What about me? If you’re only interested in Riley, we can end it here.”
From the way he’d been eye fucking Gideon in Riley’s office, Riley doubted they had a problem in that area. Who could look at Gideon and not want that? Riley had wanted it for eight years, ever since he’d met the man at twenty-two.
“Are you serious?” Dawson’s brown gaze flitted between them. “You brought me here to…” He licked his lips. “If you’re fucking with me, I swear to God, I will punch you in the mouth.”
Riley raised an eyebrow. “Making threats to a police officer with a witness in the room—another police officer, I might add—is a bad idea.”
“I’m made of bad ideas.”
Riley had known that from the moment he’d laid eyes on him, drunk on the front steps of the Chatswood Police Station.
“You’re actually serious? You’re asking me if I want to have sex with you? With both of you?”
“Feel free to say no,” Gideon said. “We won’t for—” Dawson fisted his jumper and tugged him close, their mouths meeting in the middle.
Gideon’s hands settled on Dawson’s upper arms. Dawson tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and Gideon moaned, relaxing fully against him. The alluring contrast between them had Riley adjusting himself in his pants.
Dawson had height and bulk on Gideon, not only forcing Gideon to lift his head to catch his lips, but enough that he’d be able to hold the detective down and give him exactly what his body begged for with every noise he made.
Riley didn’t know what he expected to feel, watching them. He’d kissed them both in the last two days. Now they were here, together. How had they gotten tangled in this so quickly?
Better yet, why didn’t he put a stop to it?
Riley palmed his hardening cock. As if he didn’t already know.
He rose from his seat and shrugged off his jacket, draping it over the back of the couch as he approached the two men. He circled around to Gideon’s back, sliding his hands up under his jumper and over the warm skin of his back. Gideon tipped his head back with a breathless gasp.
“Is this what you want, Gideon?” Riley whispered in his ear, dragging his lips around the edge of it. His eyes met Dawson’s over Gideon’s shoulder. “Why you wanted him here?”
“ Please .”
“Monosyllabic answers aren’t enough. You and I are taking a risk by allowing this to get as far as it has. If you really want this, I need you to tell me what you want, with words, clear and concise, or this goes no further.”
“I want this. Please. ” Gideon’s plea came out needy and soft, feeding the hunger inside Riley. Riley tensed when Gideon froze. Changing his mind so quickly? “I don’t—fuck, I don’t have any condoms.”
An unexpected cog in his plans he hadn’t accounted for. Especially since this hadn’t been his intention when he’d come here. “I don’t carry them on me.” Random sexual encounters weren’t appealing to him. He didn’t date, but any hookups he had were planned to the letter, with strict rules and a desire to remove himself from their space as quickly as humanly possible.
Riley looked to Dawson in question.
“What are you looking at me for?” Dawson asked. “I’m not the one that called me here for a quick fuck. Isn’t the onus on you to be prepared?”
“There isn’t going to be anything quick about it.”
“You’re completely missing the point. I already used the one I carry in my wallet on you today, and restocking it wasn’t an immediate concern. Besides, one wouldn’t be enough, would it? If you haven’t noticed, there are three of us here.”
Did he think Riley hadn’t noticed that?
He drew Dawson closer, holding his hip firmly. It effectively sandwiched Gideon between them. “You’re here because I’ve allowed it.” Riley teased Dawson’s lips with his own, breath mingling. “Because my attraction to your good looks—which you can hardly be praised for—overrides my common sense, and Gideon never had any to begin with.”
Gideon leaned back, hands reaching for Riley’s hips and resting his head back on Riley’s shoulder. “You say the sweetest things.”
“You’re so much more attractive when you don’t talk,” Dawson whispered.
“So are you.” Riley closed the distance between them, taking his lips in a deep kiss.
Dawson met him stroke for stroke, just like he had in Riley’s car, not giving an inch. Pushing at Riley the same way he’d been doing from the moment they’d met. Infuriating. Too sexy for his own good.
Gideon pushed his hips back against Riley, and Riley rotated his hips, rubbing against him in a motion not dissimilar to what he wanted to do with their clothes off.
“Oh!” Gideon said suddenly. “I do have some?”
Riley gave Dawson’s bottom lip one last lick before shifting focus. “Memory suddenly returning?”
“They were a housewarming gift from Lucia.”
“Interesting gift from your ex-wife,” Riley said. Most people gave kitchen utensils or glasses. Random household items. In Riley’s case, a colouring book.
“Is this really what you want to talk about right now?” Gideon asked.
Riley turned Gideon in his arms and lifted his jumper and shirt up and over his head. Gideon helped, raising his arms.
“In the bathroom?” Riley asked, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Gideon’s sweats.
“Y-yes,” Gideon said, breath hitching. Dawson crowded behind him, hands on his hips, fingers brushing against Riley’s. Connecting them all.
“Good. Dawson needs a shower.”
“Are you trying to say I smell?” Dawson asked, frowning.
He smelled good, like a hard day’s work. That didn’t mean a shower wasn’t in order. Especially since Riley had plans to put his mouth all over him. “Have you had one since you finished work?”
“I came straight here. What’s your point?”
Riley fingered strands of Dawson’s hair, sun streaked and ruffled. It wasn’t slicked back like the last time Riley had seen it, instead falling free over his shaved sides. “We’re going to clean you first, and then we’re going to get dirty.”
“That’s the first good thing I’ve ever heard you say.”
Riley fisted Dawson’s hair and tugged his head back, nipping at his jaw. “Savour it.”
The bathroom wasn’t far since Gideon’s apartment hardly took up a lot of real estate.
Riley kissed the side of Gideon’s throat. “Take off your pants, get Dawson naked, and then start the shower.” He eyed said shower. A tight fit with three of them. Good thing he hadn’t planned to fuck anyone in there. Get clean and move it to the bedroom.
Gideon wriggled out of his pants hastily and then pulled at Dawson’s clothes. Dawson grinned, and instead of helping, he swooped down and claimed Gideon’s lips. Gideon’s stripping faltered, movements more erratic as Dawson kissed him.
Riley removed his own clothes while they were occupied, hanging them carefully on a nearby towel rack. Only one towel was hanging on it.
“Do you have a laundry basket in here?” he asked when Gideon dropped their clothes on the floor.
“Uh… no. Probably.” Gideon tilted his head as Dawson kissed across his jaw, giving him more room. “Maybe. I have no idea.”
“Where do you put your dirty clothes?” There hadn’t been an abundance of them on the floor in the main living area. He either threw them straight into his washing machine, or he had a basket somewhere.
“In the washing machine?”
Option one shouldn’t have surprised him. Riley stepped out of the way of the door with an expectant gaze.
“You want me to put our dirty clothes in the wash?” Gideon asked. “Really?”
Riley tilted Gideon’s chin up with the tip of his thumb and brushed their lips together. “Be good for me, and you’ll be rewarded for it.”
A shiver ran over Gideon, pupils dilating. “Uh… okay,” he said breathlessly, a mere whisper of words across Riley’s skin.
It was a good thing that he’d never known this about Gideon before. It had been hard enough keeping his ridiculous crush at bay. Knowing how beautifully Gideon could melt in his arms? That he wanted to behave ? Riley would have been a walking erection.
“Colour me surprised that you’re obsessed with neatness,” Dawson said with a huffed laugh.
“There’s nothing wrong with liking things in their place,” Riley said. He pointedly looked down to where Dawson’s hard cock rested against his stomach. Swollen, ready, and leaking pre-cum already. “Seems to me you like it too.”
“Maybe it’s just about him.”
“Maybe it is,” Riley agreed. He rested a hand on the wall above Dawson’s head and leaned closer. “But we both know it’s not. Sucking my dick today had nothing to do with him.”
“I closed my eyes and thought of England.”
Riley smoothed his thumb over Dawson’s bottom lip. “The things I want to do to this mouth to shut you up.”
“Are you waiting for a written invitation?”
Riley wanted to fuck up that composure, ruffle that hair, and have Dawson panting and begging for him. He wanted the same thing with Gideon for entirely different reasons. They both fucked up his composure; it was only fair that he returned the favour.
“If we’re not having a shower, we could have done this in the bedroom,” Gideon said, coming back.
“Where’s your lube?” Riley asked.
“Behind the mirror, top shelf,” Gideon answered. He opened the shower door and leaned in, fiddling with the taps.
“Turn the shower on, Gideon,” he said while he opened the mirror cabinet and easily found his prize. Perfect.
“Get in.” Riley nudged Dawson’s hip.
“Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?”
Gideon stepped into the small, glass-enclosed space, right under the hot water, closing his eyes and tipping his head back, exposing his throat. Water ran over his collarbone, down his chest, and over his hard cock. “You should see him at work; he’s worse.”
Riley gave Dawson a once-over, the corner of his mouth lifting. Mouthwatering muscles and stomach definition that Riley wanted to wet with his tongue. “You don’t want to get in the shower with him? He’s waiting for you.”
Gideon wiped the water from his eyes and smiled. “Is anyone coming in, or am I doing this by myself?”
Dawson went first, stepping into the shower to kiss him hungrily. He crowded Gideon against the tiled wall diagonal to the taps, covering him and giving Riley a view of his spectacular ass. Gideon almost disappeared from sight, only his arms visible around Dawson’s back, fingers digging into the grooves of those impressive muscles, one sliding down.
Riley took himself in hand, stroking slowly as he enjoyed the enticing show. “Turn around,” he ordered. “Against the wall.”
“Or what?” Dawson asked, smirking.
Riley crowded Dawson’s back and then turned his head, kissing him just to shut him up. It seemed to be the only way to accomplish it. “Turn around because I told you to.”
“And if I don’t want to?”
“Then this night is going to be a lot shorter for you.”
Dawson licked Riley’s bottom lip and then flipped himself and Gideon around, presenting Gideon’s back to Riley. “Like this?” he asked, grin turning sly. “Or should I move a little to the left?”
Gideon leaned up and kissed him at the same time Riley reached down, taking hold of Dawson’s cock. Dawson immediately shut up, moaning and dragging Gideon even closer. They’d both figured out his off switch.
Riley slid the glass door closed behind himself. A tight fit. He shifted around the two men, dick gliding across Gideon’s back, and placed the lube on the holder hanging over the showerhead—next to the shampoo, conditioner, and a child’s body wash with a frog sponge dangling on a green thread. Water ran down Gideon’s back, a thin line streaming over his spine. Riley licked up it until he reached the base of Gideon’s neck, biting down gently on the curve.
Gideon shuddered, fisting a hand against Dawson’s chest. Riley fit himself perfectly against Gideon, the top of his head reaching Riley’s nose.
“Rose,” Riley mused, picking up the soap bar. A familiar scent. “This is what you smell like.” It had only been recently that he’d noticed the difference in smell whenever Gideon got close. It hadn’t occurred to him that it coincided with Gideon moving out of the place he’d called home for years.
“It’s just something I picked up,” Gideon said. He hung his head forward, resting it against Dawson’s chest. “I’m not really a cologne guy.” He paused. “For myself. Yours is—I really like it.”
Dawson smoothed his hands up Gideon’s arms and thumbed his neck. His brown eyes met Riley’s over Gideon’s head. “It smells good.”
Riley didn’t respond. He didn’t do compliments. Time to move away from that conversational topic.
He brushed his knuckles across Gideon’s back, goosebumps following in his wake. He rubbed his hard cock idly between Gideon’s cheeks as he carefully washed every inch of his back with the soap. Then across his arms, down his sides, continuing the line onto Dawson’s arm and giving him the same treatment as far as he could reach.
Learning both their responses. Of which there were many. The curve just below Gideon’s elbow made his fingers curl against Dawson. The hollow of his hip—more on the left side—clenched his ass against Riley’s cock. The most sensitive spot had to be his neck, eliciting the most beautiful sounds from his lips. Not an uncommon trigger.
The thin line of skin above Dawson’s collarbone had his lips parting and red streaking over his cheeks. His stomach shuddered when Riley trailed fingers just under his pecs. Interesting places.
Riley kissed behind Gideon’s ear and then got down on one knee to wash their legs. He ran the soap over Gideon’s thick thighs and the curve of his calf, massaging the muscles, the coarse hair pleasantly brushing over his palm.
Gideon’s knees buckled, knocking against Dawson’s, and he laughed when Riley ran fingers behind his knees.
Ticklish. Riley licked the same spot, eliciting the same response. Gideon’s foot slipped on the tiles, and Riley held his ankle at the same time Dawson steadied him with hands over his hips.
“Careful,” Riley murmured. If he lifted his knee too far, Dawson might be out of action longer than either of them wanted.
“Stop being such a fucking tease, then.”
Riley brushed over the same spot with the pads of his fingers, and Gideon’s leg twitched in his hold. He laughed again, a sweet sound that echoed against the tiles.
Dawson stared intensely as Riley stood, like he had a question he didn’t know how to articulate. When he leaned over Gideon, Riley met him halfway, lips parting and sliding in perfect synchronicity. He didn’t know what answers Dawson was looking for. He only knew that he didn’t have them. All he had was this.
The second their lips lifted, Riley turned to Gideon. The heady contrast between the two men made it hard for Riley to think. Gideon melted in their arms, rolling his hips between them and wriggling. Who knew his inability to sit still would translate so well?
That kind of fidgeting would normally irritate Riley, even when in bed with someone: he wanted them to move when he told them that they could, not before. Gideon had always been different in everything. His squirming caused a deep, dark craving inside Riley to come roaring to life. No hint of irritation, only an endless cavern of need. He’d never been able to resist even if Gideon had had no idea how much he affected Riley.
Riley grabbed the lube, flicking it open with his thumb. Dawson took possession of Gideon’s lips, and Gideon arched his back, pushing his ass back like he knew what came next.
He whimpered when Riley brushed fingers over his puckered hole. Christ, his responsiveness would drive Riley to madness. He slipped one finger in, heat squeezing around him. He rotated his hips, cock sliding against the soft smoothness of Gideon’s ass as he worked his finger in and out.
Gideon gasped, mouth ripping from Dawson. He pushed back with a desperation that fed that same darkness in Riley. He slid another finger in, stretching Gideon’s tight muscles.
“More. More, I need—” Gideon’s head rested back against Riley’s chest. His mouth opened on a silent gasp as Riley added a third finger.
Riley nipped Gideon’s throat. “You’re so needy for it, Gideon,” he whispered harshly. “You love the way I’m fingering you, getting you ready for my cock. You’d bend over right now and let me fuck you right here, wouldn’t you, baby?”
“ Yes ,” Gideon begged, turning his head to the side to mouth at Riley’s chest. “Please.”
“Do it,” Dawson groaned out.
Fuck. Gideon clenched around him, and his resolve faltered. He hadn’t planned on doing this in here. Had wanted to take his time with them, in Gideon’s bed. This was only supposed to be the warmup to get them hungry for it.
“We didn’t get the condoms,” he said in a strained voice. “We can’t do this here.” The tip of his cock slid against Gideon’s hole. He added pressure before retreating and then coming back for more. He needed to slow down. Not here . Just a few more minutes, and they could have whatever they wanted, in bed and with condoms. The head of his cock slid in, Gideon squeezing around him. He rolled his hips and then pulled out again.
“Don’t care, don’t care.” Gideon’s fingers laced with Dawson’s, joined hands sliding across the tiles. “Need you, need— Ah!”
Riley groaned loudly as he pushed in. He bit down on the curve of Gideon’s shoulder as he worked himself all the way to the hilt. He’d never imagined he’d get to experience it, not outside of his dreams, where Gideon had haunted him for too long. It was better than anything his imagination could conjure. Hot, wet, and taking all of him so perfectly.
Gideon couldn’t keep still, gyrating and pushing back, his body begging for Riley to wreck it.
He hadn’t used nearly enough lube or spent enough time loosening him up. It had been a long time for Gideon, and Riley should have been more considerate. He started slowly, letting Gideon get used to the feel of him. His hands found Gideon and Dawson’s, wrapping around their tangled fingers.
Riley’s gaze found Dawson’s as he snapped his hips. Gideon groaned, and Dawson’s hands flexed under theirs, like they were all feeding off each other.
From the moment he’d gotten his arms around Gideon, kissed Dawson in his car, and let those lips wrap around his dick, this had been inevitable. Now or a month down the track, it didn’t matter. Impossible for them to resist the strange pull between them.
“You like that?” Dawson whispered, nudging Gideon’s chin up with his nose so he could kiss him. “He feel good inside you?”
“So good,” Gideon slurred. He let out a strangled gasp as Riley changed his angle, getting himself deeper. “So— Oh God .”
Riley’s knuckles went white around their joined hands, and he pressed harder, forcing Gideon to arch his back under the force of the thrusts. He couldn’t slow down, didn’t want to.
Needy noises spilled out of Gideon’s mouth, each one elevating in pitch every time Riley drove into him. Whatever madness had taken over Riley, he wasn’t alone in it.
Dawson marked up Gideon’s neck with his eyes closed, his thick lashes resting on his cheeks. He worked his hands out from under theirs, one disappearing between him and Gideon and the other sliding over his shoulder, across to Riley’s chest.
Gideon gasped and tilted his head, and Dawson took advantage, slanting their lips together. Riley dug his fingers into Gideon’s hip, holding him steady. Then he reached down, feeling where Dawson stroked Gideon’s cock.
Riley removed Dawson’s hand and splayed it over the tiles, adding pressure to keep him there. Dawson curled the tips of his fingers around Riley’s, heat flaring in his eyes.
Gideon moaned in protest. “No, what are you—”
“Can you come without us touching you? Just from being fucked?” A desirable trait for some. Not for Riley. It made it that much harder to control when someone came. Gideon’s orgasm belonged to him. Both of theirs did.
“No, I need—I need—”
Perfect.
Gideon tried to touch his dick, and Riley grasped his wrist, putting that against the tiles as well.
“I don’t think so,” he growled low in Gideon’s ear. He needed four hands to control these two.
“I need to come,” Gideon sobbed.
Riley mouthed at his throat, tasting skin and warm water. The mixed scent of the floral soap and the underlying musk that was all Gideon heightened Riley’s arousal. He didn’t need a fancy cologne to be enticing. “You can, when I tell you to,” he whispered.
“What if I beg?”
“You think I’m so easily manipulated?” Gideon didn’t need to know how derailed his plans were already. He’d never meant for any of them to allow it to go this far here. A quick stop on the way to the bedroom.
Riley grazed his teeth over the thin skin above Gideon’s pulse. He shuddered, and Riley latched on, sucking hard as he slowed his thrusts. The way Gideon tried to keep him inside as he pulled out made his own knees weak. The perfect amount of pressure. If he wasn’t careful, he would come too soon.
“No, no, don’t, please.”
“Are you in control here, Gideon?” Riley asked, shoving back in hard enough to push Gideon into Dawson. “Or am I? Do you not trust that I can take care of you?” He lifted Dawson’s other hand to the tiles, resting the backs of them against the cold surface. Then he did the same with Gideon’s. They curled around each other automatically, with beautiful symmetry. “Leave them there.”
Gideon moaned, knuckles going white as he squeezed. Dawson’s throat worked, his brown eyes darkening. His hips jerked against Gideon’s.
“And if I don’t?” Dawson asked hoarsely.
“Then I hope you like cold showers.”
Dawson’s arms flexed, and Riley waited for a smart-ass remark that never came. A win. Guess he could be taught.
Riley nuzzled Gideon’s neck. “And you, Gideon? Are you going to leave them there for me like a good boy?”
Gideon let out a strangled noise before gasping, “Yes. I’ll leave them there, I promise.”
Dawson’s head tipped back, eyes squeezing shut. “ Fuck ,” he whispered brokenly. “Why is that hot?”
Riley kissed beneath Gideon’s ear. “Are you going to be good for me?”
“So good,” Gideon promised. He turned his head, and Riley kissed him. Those lips were a siren, a creature of the sea luring men to their deaths. Gideon had the potential to leave broken hearts in his wake wherever he went. That boyish charm, that infectious optimism, and a mouthwateringly beautiful body. Lucia had been enjoying these lips for too long; they belonged to Riley now, and he had no intention of ever letting them go. Her loss; his gain.
Riley slowly pulled out and then pushed back in with a hard thrust. Gideon whimpered, eyes wide and hungry. Fucking hell, could he be any more perfect?
“Look at him, Gideon,” Riley said. “Look at how much he wants you. He’s so hard for you I bet you could blow on his dick, and he’d come all over your face.”
Dawson exhaled shakily. “If you keep talking like that, I won’t even need that much.”
Riley’s thumb slid across Dawson’s bottom lip. “Why don’t you get on your knees and occupy yourself, then?”
“What makes you think that’s gonna help stop me from coming?” Dawson asked. He slid to his knees anyway, far more gracefully than someone his size in a shower this size should have been able to.
Riley opened his mouth to ask if Dawson wanted him to get a condom. He didn’t have a chance to get the words out before Dawson had Gideon’s cock in his mouth. Gideon cried out, hands spreading out on the tiles.
“That feel good?” Riley asked. He threaded his fingers in Gideon’s hair and tilted his head. “Watch him. Look at him swallowing you down like you’re his last meal.”
Dawson’s eyes flicked up, and the two men stared at each other, the heat between them scalding. His large hand skimmed up Gideon’s thigh and then around to squeeze his ass.
Riley caressed the soft skin of Gideon’s hip. He spread Gideon’s cheeks, watching as his cock moved in and out, Gideon’s muscles stretching to accommodate him. He poured out more lube, spreading it over his cock and dripping it generously over Gideon’s quivering hole.
He added the tip of his thumb in beside his dick, stretching the muscles even further.
Gideon’s strangled, keening cry went straight to Riley’s cock. He worked more of Riley into him and settled a hand on top of Dawson’s head, urging him on. His litany of please was barely audible over the stream of the water and Dawson’s moans around his cock.
“Do you need a thicker cock in you, Gideon?” Riley asked, grazing his mouth over Gideon’s nape, his skin warm and wet. “Want Dawson in there as well?”
Gideon’s ass spasmed around his dick in response. Of course, Riley wouldn’t do something like that in here, not without a lot more prep and Gideon in a far more comfortable position—at least the first time.
“You do, don’t you?” Riley grasped Gideon’s shoulder and drove deep. “Your greedy hole wants it all.”
“Nngh.” Gideon reached up, curling his arm around Riley’s neck, and then they were kissing, a messy, desperate slide of tongues and teeth.
Riley fucked harder, with an easier slide, courtesy of the extra lube, letting him get nice and deep without the friction. Dawson choked on every thrust. The slurping sounds dragged Riley closer to orgasm, pressure building inside him.
Riley turned Gideon’s head so that he could taste him again, swallowing all of the beautiful, drawn-out moans.
“Come down his throat for me, like the good boy you are,” Riley whispered in Gideon’s ear, tugging on his lobe. He reached around and cupped the side of Dawson’s head. “You? You don’t get to come.”
Dawson glared, managing to convey his annoyance even with a cock in his mouth. Riley thrust hard, making Dawson choke on it again. He didn’t let up, fucking Gideon and using it to fuck Dawson’s throat at the same time. Their pleasure was his to control.
“Now, Gideon,” Riley said before biting down on the curve of his neck.
Gideon groaned, a guttural noise tearing from his throat. He tensed, and Dawson mimicked the sound as Gideon flooded his mouth.
Riley slammed his hands on the tiles as his own orgasm overtook him, knees quaking with tremors. Fuck . He’d never had sex without a condom. Never filled someone’s ass with his cum. He wanted to do it again inside Gideon and then Dawson, leave them smelling of him, dripping with him.
Only madness lay down that road. He had no real claim on either of them. Worse than that, he should never have touched them in the first place. Gideon was under his command, for fuck’s sake. And Dawson… his connection to a person that Riley wanted out of his life meant he had no place here.
He eyed Dawson as the man stood, kissing his way up Gideon’s stomach and then his chest. Gideon snuggled against him, sandwiched between the two men, with a contented sigh.
He fit perfectly between them, softness against their hardness. Riley wanted to pepper kisses across his shoulder, up his throat. Savour that sweetness and then turn his lips to Dawson. Taste them both, make them taste each other. Once he’d had his fill, he wanted to dry them with a towel, take them to bed, and pull more sounds from them. Let Dawson come finally and make them sweaty enough they needed another shower.
“I should go,” he said, abruptly pulling away and stepping out of the shower. He grabbed the single towel from the rack, uncaring that Gideon had likely used it a time or two himself, and quickly dried himself off. His first mistake had been coming here. His second mistake had been letting this get as far as it had. He had no intention of making a third one by indulging himself even further.
Gideon turned around, shocked. “What? Why?” The spray of water hit directly atop his head, and he brushed it out of his eyes, stepping forward. He looked like a drowned rat. An unbelievably sexy one. One that almost had Riley getting back into the shower for more. Bad enough that he now had real memories to haunt him along with his fantasies.
“Aren’t you staying the night?” Gideon asked. The tremor in his voice, the hint of uncertainty, tugged at Riley’s insides. He couldn’t let that sway him. He’d let a past infatuation jeopardise both their careers.
Riley gathered his clothes and tugged his black pants on before slipping his shirt over his shoulders, leaving it hanging open. “This was a mistake.”
“Probably something you should have thought about before you kissed me,” Gideon said mildly.
Riley almost asked, “Which time?”—but that wouldn’t help his argument any.
“Or invited me here for sex?” Dawson said, scowling. “If you’re trying to act like you didn’t want this—”
“When did I say that?” Riley asked. “I simply said it was a mistake. I wanted it. That doesn’t change the fact that it shouldn’t have happened.”
He didn’t need a crystal ball to tell him these two men were dangerous. The level of need he’d felt for both of them—enough to make him dismiss all his common sense—should have been enough to make him cut this off at the knees. He hadn’t heeded any of his own warnings.
His past sexual partners were easy to discard because he hadn’t cared about them. They hadn’t caused a craving that clawed inside his chest. Both of these men did that and more. One he barely knew, and the other he knew too well.
He couldn’t say anything that would make his protests sound any better. He hung his tie around his shoulders and swiped up his watch, clipping it around his wrist.
“So that’s it?” Dawson said flatly. “You know, this hot-and-cold routine is getting old.”
Riley turned to look at him. The move instantly became his third mistake. Dawson held Gideon close, fingers curved over his hip. The water slid over them, with their hair plastered to their foreheads. Temptation wrapped up in two unbelievably sexy men.
He’d had his hands and mouth all over them, and it hadn’t been enough. What would be? He didn’t know.
It could die here. If he left now, that would be the end of it. Madness at an end. Back to his life as it had always been. Gideon wouldn’t push the issue, and Dawson wouldn’t come calling again.
“This won’t end here.” A promise and a warning. If he stayed, they were talking about more than one night.
“What are you waiting for?” Dawson taunted.
Gideon said nothing, waiting.
He couldn’t help himself as he got close enough to kiss Gideon, water spraying on his suit from proximity. Gideon’s wet hands clutched at his shirt as he instantly leaned into it, his tongue seeking Riley’s and flicking over it in short, sharp bursts.
Riley stepped back under the water, two pairs of hands reaching for him. Gideon’s wet hands clutched at his shirt, and Riley kissed him, madness overwhelming him. Gideon moaned, melting. Riley turned to Dawson next, pouring his frustration at himself into the harsh kiss. He’d always prided himself on being in control and never letting anyone turn the tables on him. He had no control with them, zero resistance or ability to turn away from them.
Mistake number four.