21. BENJI
BENJI
I leaned against the wall of the back lounge, watching Angelo and Bailee together. It was mesmerizing. I didn’t have the same pull toward Angelo that Mason did but there was something about watching Angelo go soft, all tender edges and careful touches. Back when we’d all dated that one woman, I’d loved seeing Angelo like this, his focus narrowing to her like she was the only thing in the universe.
Now, with Bailee, it was like history repeating itself, only better. She was glowing, her skin flushed under the dim lights, her eyes half-lidded as Angelo kissed her, and damn if she wasn’t the only thing I could see.
His kisses were a fucking art form, drawing these soft, needy sounds from her that hit me right in the chest. I watched, rooted to the spot, as his hands slid under her shirt, inching it up her torso with a reverence that made my throat tight. He pulled it off, the fabric whispering to the floor, and reattached his lips to hers, his tongue teasing the seam of her mouth. Bailee arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, and I swear I felt the air shift, thick with heat and want.
“Condoms?” He breathed against her lips. “That’s what we’re doing, right? That’s where this is going?”
A small giggle fell from her lips as she pulled back just enough. “I’m negative and i’ve only been with Mason recently. Is it wrong that I want to feel you?”
Angelo shook his head. “Only if it’s wrong for me to want the same. We’re all negative, tested two weeks ago and none of us have had anyone else in our bed. Well, I’ve been in Mason’s.”
That brought another giggle from Bailee as Angelo guided her back toward the lounge’s plush couch, his hands steady as he peeled away her shorts, then her panties, leaving her bare under his gaze. She didn’t shy away, just looked up at him with those wide, trusting eyes, and I couldn’t hang back anymore.
I crossed the room and leaned down to kiss her, my lips brushing hers as Angelo shed his shirt, then his jeans. Bailee was lost between us, her breath hitching as I deepened the kiss, tasting the whiskey and want on her tongue.
Mason was still by the wall, his hand palming himself through his pants, his eyes dark and hungry as Angelo’s last shred of clothing fell away. Angelo settled over her, his body a perfect line of muscle and intent, and his voice came out husky, rough with need. “Still okay?”
She nodded, her lips parted, and I kissed her again, swallowing the little moans she let out as Angelo slid into her. Her body arched, her nails digging into my arm, and I grinned, the sound of her pleasure like music. Then I heard a faint squirt of liquid and glanced over to see Mason, his cock out, lube in his open palm, his eyes locked on Angelo’s ass.
I’d watched Mason fuck Angelo a thousand times, each time hotter than the last, the way they moved together a fucking symphony. But this—Bailee, Angelo, Mason, all of us together—was new, and I wasn’t sure how she’d take it.
Her gaze flicked to Mason as well and I couldn’t tell if she thought the lube was for her or Angelo. I knelt beside the lounge, brushing her hair from her face, my fingers gentle against her flushed skin. Angelo slowed, his breath ragged, and looked down at her.
“Hey, Lee, that’s all for Angelo,” I purred, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek. “But we can work up to that if it’s something you want.”
Her face flushed deeper, a shy smile tugging at her lips, a chuckle falling from my lips. “Noted, baby girl.”
Mason stepped closer, leaning over Angelo’s back as he met Bailee’s gaze. “I’m gonna take Angelo’s ass while he drives into you, sweetheart. You good with that?”
Bailee’s grin was all the answer we needed. Mason settled behind Angelo, his fingers working him open with practiced ease. Angelo grunted, his head dropping to Bailee’s chest, his lips grazing her skin. “Holy fuck,” he muttered, his voice trembling. “I’m gonna come too fast if you do that.”
I laughed, leaning in to kiss Bailee’s jaw. “Good. Then I get to have her.”
Laughter rippled through us, a brief, bright moment before Bailee let out a whole moan as Mason slid into Angelo. The motion pushed Angelo deeper into her, his hips snapping forward, and fuck, it was glorious. Bailee’s eyes fluttered shut, her body rocking between them, her hands clutching Angelo’s shoulders. I stayed close, my lips brushing her temple, her cheek, drinking in every sound she made.
Angelo lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine, then Bailee’s, and he kissed her, desperately swallowing her gasps. I watched, my own cock straining against my jeans, the sight of them burning itself into my memory. This wasn’t just a moment. It was everything and I wasn’t letting it go.