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“That was fucking hot. I nearly came when you did.” Noah praises his friends.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen you on a stage for a long time, bro. It’s good to see you haven’t lost your skill. How’s your arse feeling, Roe?” Saint grins, waggling his eyebrows.

Roman blushes a pretty pink, which suits him. “Knox has taken good care of it; you don’t need to worry.” He looks at me, his smile is warm, genuine. “Did you get to see it?”

I swallow hard, thanks to my throat and mouth suddenly being as dry as a desert. “Um, yeah. It was incredible. You both looked beautiful together.” It’s my turn to blush, and I never fucking blush.

It’s Knox who answers. “Thanks, man. This one here”—he taps Roman’s bum— “he was very insistent. Have you seen anyone that catches your eye?”

“No, the ones I was interested in were busy. I’ll have to get here earlier to speak to them.” Yeah, like that’s going to keep them asking for more.

Saint is watching me intently; I daren’t look away from Knox. I don’t need to; he’s already worked out that I want both of them.

Knox looks at Saint and grins. “Maybe they’ve finished and are ready for some more fun. Shall we find out?”

“Nah, maybe another night. I’m calling it quits tonight. I’ll catch you all later.” I down my bottle of beer and stand up. With a casual wave at them all, I walk away. I only get to the main double doors before a hand catches my bicep.

Roman drops my arm as soon as I stop and turn to look at him. “Have we fucked up? I mean, you were talking about me and Knox, right? Because we like you too.”

“I was, yeah. But seeing you two in that scene told me something about myself I wasn’t aware of.” I shrug, trying to not make a big deal about it. “It’s okay, we’re okay, but I need to get some things squared away before I can even consider the chance of time with you two.”

“Why are you being so cryptic? Tell me what we did wrong.” Roman has stepped up close to me now; I can smell the clean sweet sweat and sex on his body, and it’s intoxicating. I try to take a step back, but Knox is behind me now, boxing me in. His scent is equally heady.

“Tell us,” Knox says, his breath on my skin beneath my ear.

My head shakes, but it’s a weak attempt to stay in control. Even weaker when Roman steps up on his toes and presses a kiss on my mouth. It’s strong and warm, his lips firm, but I know they’re soft, too, since I’ve seen him bite down on it enough when we’ve been talking. Knox whispers, “Open up, let him in.” I can feel the warm of his breath raising the hairs on my neck.

Obeying him, my lips part, and I get my first taste of the man I’ve coveted from the first time I saw him riding Knox’s cock. It’s a great kiss, tongues playing in each other’s mouths. I bite his top lip, tugging it as he moans into my mouth. I squeeze his arse, making him groan this time, and fuck! I remember his arse striped, red with welts from a crop. I move to slide my hands up his back.

“Keep them on his arse; he likes the pain,” Knox says, his voice raspy; he’s turned on by this. Is it as much as I am?

I go back to gripping his bum cheeks, lifting him higher on his toes. I take a risk and pick him up; he wraps his legs around my waist. Knox has moved behind Roman, kissing across his shoulders, sucking, biting, marking his boy with bruises.

Eventually, we break apart, and I have to let go of this amazing man. I don’t want to. I want to keep him on me. Knox kisses Roman now, long licks into his mouth. Is he tasting me?

“We need to talk,” Knox says. “Come back to my place.”

I don’t think it’s a suggestion; it’s an order, and I’ve not had many of them from a Dom. It’s like he’s in control of both of us and that’s a new experience for me. “Okay.” I don’t want to disobey him.

It doesn’t take long in the late night; I park in the same place in front of his house as I did the first time I came here. We walk inside into the living room.

“I’ll get some drinks,” Roman says and heads towards the kitchen.

I sit in the armchair again and wait for Roe to come back. He brings in a bottle of Jack Daniels and three glasses with ice. “I can’t drink that; I’ve got to drive home.”

“That won’t be a problem; we have extra rooms. Drink up, then tell us what happened.” His tone brooks no argument.

I take the glass and down the amber liquid, then let the shudder that comes with the bitter taste run through me. “I saw your scene; I was captivated by the synchronicity, the link between the two of you was palpable. It made me realise I’m not going to be even a third in a playtime with you. You don’t need me.”

Roman looks at me, shocked, then he frowns, and a cute crease between his perfectly shaped eyebrows appears. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, so he snaps it shut and looks at Knox.

“Okaaay,” Knox says, dragging out the word, then shakes his head just once. “That’s not what it’s about. It’s about mutual pleasure, for everyone, especially Roman. It’s been so long since I had a scene like that.” He looks at Roman. “You, too, right.”

“Yes, and it was a spur of the moment decision. We were just having a wander around while we waited for you. It’s a fantastic high to know that I’m being watched. Knox is an amazing Dom, and we have more fun playing by ourselves or with others. We don’t need to have a serious Dom scene. We don’t need a third or another partner, but we want one. You.”

“Do you want to come upstairs with us?” Knox asks, a sparkle of humour flashing in his eyes.

I want to, but I’ve got thoughts to process and work through before I take him up on his offer. “I can’t, not yet. I want to, I really fucking want to. I just need to sort my head out.”