Chapter Ten
Aiden
I loved my brother, I really did. But I needed him to stop fucking watching me and go the fuck to sleep so I could sneak out and get laid.
We’d had a great evening, and it’d been fun catching up with him and Devon over steak and dauphinoise potatoes now they were all settled in their new place—where we could sit down without the threat of being crushed under an avalanche of boxes—but there was an itch under my skin that wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything less than good sex.
I’d wanted to message Hunter and Bailey about meeting up tonight, but I hadn’t been sure if I could guarantee anything. And I hated letting people down.
“Everything okay?” Devon asked as I grabbed another can of Coke out of the fridge. He was watching me with a frown as he grabbed another bottle of red wine off the rack in the corner for him and Jonny.
“Yeah, great,” I said. “You doing okay? You must be getting tired.”
“A little. Although the muscle soreness is worse.”
“No surprises there.”
Devon chuckled softly as he dug a corkscrew out of the drawer and opened the bottle. “Any reason you’re asking if I’m tired? You wouldn’t happen to be waiting for me and Jonny to go to bed, would you?”
“No. You’re getting old, that’s all. Call it concern for your well-being.” I shot him a teasing smile and winked, hoping it would cover for the “oh shit” moment I’d had when I thought he’d realised what I wanted.
“You’re eleven months younger than your brother and thirteen months younger than me. If we’re old, you’re old.”
“Yeah, but I don’t spend my days throwing myself at men to make money.”
Devon let out a snort of laughter. “I’m so stealing that. Jonny will love me describing rugby that way.”
“You’re welcome. Just wait until I go home before you wind my brother up.
Please. I don’t need to hear that.” Because it was awkward as fuck to listen to my brother railing his boyfriend.
There was a definite chance Jonny and I were more similar than I’d ever wanted to know.
Plus Devon was loud and I liked it when guys were verbal, and it was fucking weird to get turned on by my brother’s boyfriend moaning.
“You know, if you wanted to go out, I’ll happily distract Jonny,” Devon said casually. Far too casually for it to be anything other than intentional. He shrugged as he poured two glasses of wine. “Just saying. He won’t notice.”
I opened my Coke and sipped it slowly. “What makes you think I want to go out?”
Devon raised an eyebrow. “Really? Are we doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“I know you’re fucking Hunter and Bailey,” he said. “And I know Bailey asked Jonny if he had any plans for later.”
I swallowed, fighting the desperate questions on my tongue and forcing my face to remain neutral. “Where did you—”
Devon cut me off. “I heard you all last Christmas. And I saw the way you were all sat together at the BBQ in June. Plus I know you ducked out to see them afterwards. It’s not a big deal, seriously. And you don’t have to tell me anything.”
“Does Jonny know?” I didn’t really care if he did, but my brother could be annoyingly protective, and I didn’t fancy being interrogated about my sex life or dealing with his sideways looks and long sighs if he decided Hunter and Bailey weren’t good enough for me.
It didn’t matter if it was only sex—Jonny would still have an opinion.
Devon shot me an amused look. “I think he’s choosing to remain ignorant. Honestly, I did mention it to him in June, but he seems to think if anything is happening, it’s only casual.”
“It is,” I said. Faster than I should have. “You know me, I don’t do this.” I waved my hand in the air, roughly gesturing to him and the kitchen. “Relationships. Domesticity. I have enough going on.”
“Okay.” He didn’t sound convinced, but I’d known Devon long enough to know he wouldn’t push it. And I also knew he wasn’t about to rat me out to Jonny either. Might as well take the chance while he was offering it.
“But if you did want to distract Jonny, I wouldn’t say no.”
“My keys are in the drawer by the door,” Devon said. “Be back for breakfast. We’ll be up by eight-ish. And if you have visible marks, he’s going to notice. He’s not that unobservant.”
“Thanks. I’m gonna have a shower. Grab a bag.” I peered forward in case Jonny was somehow listening from the other side of the kitchen wall.
“Sounds good. Give me twenty minutes,” Devon said, looking at the glasses of wine in his hands. “Maybe thirty.”
I chuckled. “Have fun.”
“You too. Be safe. And if you need anything, then give me a call. I mean it, Aiden, anything. You’re pretty much my brother and I love you.”
“Thanks, I love you too.” I smiled softly as I reached out and put my arm around him, giving him a hug.
As much as I joked about how nauseating Jonny and Devon’s relationship was sometimes, I wouldn’t have wanted them to end up with anyone else.
They were perfect for each other. Always had been.
It had just taken my brother far too fucking long to get his head out of his arse about his feelings.
“I appreciate it. And I appreciate you not telling Jonny either.”
“It’s none of my business.” He shrugged. “Shag whoever you want as long as you’re all having fun and nobody’s getting hurt.” He slipped out of my arms and walked towards the kitchen door. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you.”
I grinned and took another long swig of my Coke, hearing distant voices as Devon said something to Jonny in the living room. Then I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened the group chat.
Aiden
You guys up? Fancy a house call?
“We didn’t know if you’d make it,” Bailey said, grasping the front of my T-shirt and pulling me into his arms as Hunter shut the door behind us.
“Sorry, I had to sneak out. Didn’t fancy telling Jonny where I was going,” I said as Hunter’s hands found my hips, fingers sliding under my T-shirt and across my skin. I was completely sandwiched between the two of them, and fuck, this was what I imagined heaven must be like.
Something like this at least.
“Did you…” Hunter started to ask before his mouth found mine, cutting himself off before he got too far.
He was obviously still unsure about asking for what he wanted, and normally I’d make him spell it out before praising him for using his words.
But I was too wound up to draw things out, so tonight he got a pass.
“Yeah, I brought my strap,” I said, breathing the words against his lips. “My bag’s by the door.” At least, that was where I’d dropped it when they’d pulled me inside.
Hunter groaned, and there was a muttered “fuck” from Bailey as his other hand found my jaw to draw me into a kiss. “Want me to fuck you, baby? Is that it?” I asked.
“Y-Yeah, please.”
“Are you sore? From today?”
“No more than usual,” Hunter said. He seemed caught off guard by my question for a second, and I twisted around to watch his face carefully as he rapidly checked in with his muscles. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Good, then go into your room and get naked. You too, Bailey. And if you want to be really good, you can make out for me.” Teasingly, I grabbed both of their chests and squeezed, their dual moans like music to my ears.
Their muscles were so firm but soft too, and one day I wanted to spread them both out and explore.
They’d worked so hard on their bodies; it was only fair I rewarded them for it.
They both wanted another kiss before they headed for their room, and I wasted no time kicking off my shoes and jacket before grabbing my bag off the floor.
Once again I’d packed a selection of dicks for Hunter to choose from—the one he’d loved last time, a smaller one in case he was sore after the match, and one that was both longer and thicker.
I was curious to see which one he’d pick, although I already had my suspicions.
When I stepped into the bedroom, they were both already naked and making out on the bed, their clothes scattered across the floor.
Giving them permission to touch, to kiss, seemed to have loosened any inhibitions and removed any uncertainties.
I still didn’t think they were there on their own yet.
They needed that nudge before they gave in to what they wanted.
I watched them for a second, ignoring the burning need in my gut to catalogue the litany of bruises across their bodies. Rugby was a brutal sport, and it rarely failed to leave a mark.
Despite Hunter’s insistence that he was fine, I already knew I wasn’t going to be rough. Their bodies had been through enough today. It was time to reward them with pleasure.
Bailey saw me watching and held out his hand, beckoning me closer with a wiggle of his fingers and a pleading look.
I grinned and began pulling off my clothes, dropping them in a heap to retrieve later.
I put my bag near the edge of the bed so I could easily lean down and grab it whenever I wanted, then climbed onto the mattress, crawling in between them.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” Bailey said as he kissed me, hands roaming across my body. “We can’t stop thinking about you.”
“So fucking hot,” Hunter added, trailing his mouth down my neck.
Their hands and mouths were everywhere, taking me apart with hungry determination.
They couldn’t seem to get enough, their desire bubbling over until I was drowning in it.
I’d never been worshipped before, not like this, and it felt like I was coming apart at the seams. If they were trying to win prizes for their efforts, I’d be handing them both gold medals.
Bailey slid down the bed and pushed my legs apart, groaning as he buried his face in my crotch like he’d found the fucking holy grail. “Missed this,” he murmured as his tongue flicked over my dick. “Missed the taste of you.”
“F-Fuck, I missed your mouth. Holy shit, Bailey,” I said, sliding one hand into his hair to hold him in place as I looked at Hunter. “Want me to suck your dick, baby?”