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  Lakyn clears his throat as he mimics my movements, then leans back against the couch and folds an arm behind his head.

  “So,” he begins conversationally. “Where are they?”

  “Where are who?” I ask him in a distracted tone.

  “Your fuck toys,” he replies as he raises the bottle to his lips and takes a healthy swig.

  I grit my teeth.

  Don’t let him get to you—that seems to be what gets him off.

  “I don’t have fuck toys,” I reply evenly.

  “Right. Me either,” he says with a chuckle, “but really. Where are they? I think it’d be nice to say hi and introduce myself.”

  “Not a chance in hell,” I snap at him.

  Lakyn grins.

  I groan.

  He wins this round again.

  “I’d much rather stay out here,” I say in a softer tone.

  “And watch TV? That’s boring, kid.”

  I run a hand back through my hair. I know what I can do to distract him from Penn and Aiden, but do I really want to do this right now?

  And with him?

  I clear my throat as I drop my boots from the coffee table, and place my beer down. I wipe the sweaty palms of my hands on my thighs before I turn my attention to him and rake a hand back through my hair.

  He’s still grinning and I want nothing more than to cave his fucking face in, but I wouldn’t be surprised if that gets him off too.

  “We don’t have to watch TV,” I say slowly. “There are other things we can do to pass the time.”

  Lakyn chuckles as he places his beer down on the table, and rubs his chin thoughtfully before he turns to glance at me.

  “Such as?” he asks, that damn grin still prominent on his face.

  I take a deep breath as I lean forward and press my lips against his.

  He chuckles again when I pull away, and I’m confused. I can’t tell if he enjoyed the kiss or thought I was stupid for trying.

  That is until he reaches over, puts a hand on the back of my neck, and pulls me toward him. Pressing his forehead against mine, he gently runs his tongue across my lips before he tells me what he wants.

  “Blow me.”

  Four

  Kaleidoscopes in Black & White

  Lakyn

  I fully understand why this man has a dick and a pussy hiding somewhere in this building. He’s damn good with his fucking mouth—maybe better than Ichabod—and the more he sucks on my cock, the more I feel like taking him home with me.

  Or maybe moving in.

  I’m sure Ich wouldn’t care if I disappeared for a while.

  “Goddamn,” I breathe as I rest a hand on the top of his head. He moves his mouth expertly up and down my shaft, his hand and tongue following his lips and I’m damn close to blowing my load in his mouth.

  Wonder if he’d mind, I think as I ball his hair in my fist.

  I bite my lower lip, grunt, and get ready to fill his mouth with my cum when he instinctively pulls away and uses his hand to finish me off.

  I let out a tired, but satisfied laugh when the white, sticky fluid coats his fingers, but then cock my head to the side and grin at him.

  “Cheater,” I tease him.

  “Sorry, man. The only person I let do that is Penn,” he replies with a shrug as he gets to his feet.

  I smirk.

  His boy’s name is Penn.

  I wonder if he’s some kind of rich bitch punk with a moniker like that.

  His face turns red when he realizes he’s given me information he probably didn’t want me to have, and he walks out of the living room with his shoulders a little slumped.

  The problem is that I’m not exactly done with him yet, and we’re gonna finish what he started.

  I get to my feet, pull my pants up around my hips, but don’t zip them up. I’d rather not waste time with that shit again. Not when I’m sure he’s got a damn fine ass that needs a good ramming.

  I wander around a little bit before I find Gray in the kitchen washing his hands. I suck my teeth as I walk over to him and slide an arm around his strong torso, turning him to face me.

  He raises an eyebrow as he uses a dish towel to dry his hands, then tosses it on the counter, resting his palms back against the sink.

  “Can I help you?” he asks in a stern tone.

  “Drop the tough guy act,” I tell him with a laugh. “If you were as badass as you’re pretending to be, you wouldn’t have just caved so easily.”

  “Why are you doing this to me?” he asks softly. “Wasn’t that enough?”

  I arch an eyebrow.

  This boy is about to learn a lesson the hard way.

  Nothing is ever enough for me, and he’s made the mistake of showing me a preview of what he can do.

  Now I want more, and he’s going to give it to me whether he likes it or not.

  “When was your last time, Gray?” I ask him, leaning forward and resting my lips on his neck. He’s sweating which means he’s nervous. It also means that he wants me more than he’s willing to admit.

  “Um …” he sucks in his breath when I slide a hand under his shirt. I’m impressed; his body is nothing like Ichabod’s. There’s no scar tissue that I can feel. No bumps from old tracks—nothing but the sign of discipline and hard work.

  Which also means he has stamina.

  Gray lowers his face toward mine and I can feel the heat of his breathing against my forehead. I glance up at him with a grin and see the hunger in his eyes.

  Guys are so easy to work up. Much easier than chicks, and while I’m not into dick, I don’t mind indulging once in a while.

  “Tell me what you want,” I whisper, grazing my lips against his. I use the arm that’s still wrapped around him to pull him closer, waiting for him to tell me that he wants me—because they all do—and continue to tease his torso with the tips of my fingers.

  “I want you …” he takes a shuddering breath.

  I know, I think with a smirk.

  “To fucking leave,” he finishes in a stronger tone, shoving me away.

  “What?”

  I look at him in shock.

  After the way he just swallowed my dick, how the hell could he possibly turn down what would obviously be the fuck of his lifetime?

  “But you just—”

  “To get you to leave,” he says, cutting me off. “I already told you that I have someone and I’m not comfortable doing things with you that I can’t with him.”

  “Oh,” I say in realization. “So you can blow him but you can’t fuck him? How come? Something happen to him?”

  Gray sighs again as he turns and wedges his way out of my reach. He walks over to the window and glances up into the night sky before he turns his attention back toward me.

  “I’ve only ever fucked him once,” he explains giving me a meaningful stare. “And I decided when he wasn’t able to anymore, that I wouldn’t either.”

  I narrow my eyes at the man across the room from me. This kid is freaky, and something about him is starting to put me on edge, though I can’t quite place it yet.

  “Where is he?” I ask suspiciously.

  Gray shakes his head and chuckles. He lets out his breath in a whoosh, crosses his arms over his chest, then walks over to where I am. Stopping just short of knocking me over, he looks me in the eye for an unnerving moment, before his eyes wander up toward the ceiling.

  “Well, how about this,” I suggest, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. “We can go upstairs and ask him if it’s alright for me to fuck you, or I can just fuck you and he doesn’t have to know. I’m not much for gossip—I’m more of a facts kind of guy myself.”

  Gray sighs heavily as he raises his hands then lets them fall to his sides.

  “Let’s just get this over with,” he says quietly as he pushes past me and heads back toward the living room.

  While I will admit he’s made the smart choice, I have to wonder what is so special about this Penn and whoever the pussy happens to be that
he’s willing to take one to keep me away from them.

  Five

  Bargaining with the Devil

  Gray

  We’re back on the couch. Lakyn is on top of me, crushing me with the weight of his kiss and need. He’s not a heavy guy by any means, but the way he’s trying to devour me whole right now means that I’m going to be in for one hell of a night.

  As long as I can keep his mind off Penn and Aiden, then I’ll do what I have to in order to keep them safe.

  I reach for his body, pull his shirt over his head, and let him toss it on the living room floor before he’s back to trying to basically eat my damn face with his kisses.

  He’s not bad at it.

  He just needs to learn that not everyone wants to fuck like an animal all the time.

  “Ease up,” I tell him with a laugh as I place my hands on his chest and give him a gentle shove.

  “What?” he asks in a breathy tone with a grin on his face. “You’re not one of those love makers, are you? Cause I’m not into nice and slow.”

  I smile despite the predicament I find myself in. “I don’t love you, Lakyn. There’s no way I can make love to someone I have no feelings for.”

  “Thank God,” he mutters with an eye roll as he pushes himself off me and gets comfortable at the other end of the couch. “Alright, now that we’ve got that clear, come over here and ride my dick.”

  I shake my head and look at him disapprovingly. “Don’t waste all that romance on me. You may not have any left for your guy when you get back home.”

  “He’s not my guy,” Lakyn barks as he shimmies out of his pants and boxers.

  I smirk.

  Seems that’s a touchy subject with him, and now I have information to use against him.

  “Now are you gonna come over here and let me fuck you or are we going to trade some more barbs?” he asks, running a hand back through his hair impatiently.

  He doesn’t know the importance of patience; of being in control. I bet a lot of Lakyn’s relationships are as fast and furious as he is, and something tells me that I’m not going to enjoy anything he’s about to do to me.

  Not that I would want to.

  He’s not Penn.

  I take a deep breath as I sit up, then move to my knees. Pulling off my shirt, I toss it somewhere near his, then move on the couch so I’m hovering just above him. He looks at me uncertainly as he palms his dick and begins to stroke himself.

  I glance down at his dick and have to fight the urge to be violent. I could always go down on him again and rip it off with my bare fucking teeth, but I think I’m out of supplies so I can’t really make anything out of him.

  He’d be wasted goods right now and I live by the adage of waste not, want not.

  “Take my pants off,” I tell him, leaning down, but keeping my lips just of reach of his. He looks frustrated, and I can tell that he doesn’t like being told what to do, but what Lakyn doesn’t understand right now is that I can easily snap his fucking neck anytime I want to.

  The only reason I haven’t yet is because of self-discipline. What I used to preach to Aiden when we would train is what I live by myself because I’m not a hypocrite.

  “Do you want to do this or not?” I ask him, leaning a little closer. Lakyn leans toward me and I pull back again, “then take my fucking pants off.”

  He gives me a dirty look but does as he’s told. I smirk when I realize that of the two of us, he obviously wants this much more than I do, and he’s willing to follow directions like a good little boy.

  He hooks his thumbs into my jeans and boxer briefs, pulling them down my thighs, then I slap his hands and push them off the rest of the way.

  He raises an eyebrow when my dick springs free, standing at attention, and probably bigger than he was expecting.

  It’s part of the reason I only fucked Penn the one time. I didn’t want to hurt him like I knew I was capable of doing—even if he would have allowed it.

  “This isn’t a dick competition,” I tell him, when he glances down at the cock in his hand, then back at mine. “I’m not here for measuring contests and neither are you. Let’s get this over with.”

  I clear my throat as I move away from Lakyn and get comfortable on my back. He grins as he comes to hover above me as he pushes my legs open.

  This is going to suck, I think as soon as he spits into the palm of his hand and begins to force the head of his cock into my ass.

  There’s no warm up.

  No fingering for a little bit.

  Not even a fucking rimming.

  I grit my teeth and grunt as he rests my legs on his forearms and begins to fuck me. I close my eyes tightly hoping that Penn will be able to forgive me. I can’t keep this secret from him—I’ll confess when Lakyn finally leaves and hope that he understands that I did this to keep him and Aiden safe.

  “Goddamn, you’re tight,” Lakyn says as he continues to piston his hips.

  “Not for long if you don’t ease up some,” I bark at him. I can feel my face turning red from how bad this hurts and he lets out a laugh, dropping my legs onto the couch.

  “Don’t be such a pussy,” he replies, as he makes a show of running his tongue over his teeth. I glare at him, but he chooses to dismiss it by sticking a finger in the air and motioning for me to turn over.

  I sigh but do as I’m told.

  Maybe it’ll hurt less this way since he’s already—

  “Fuck,” I manage to growl as he shoves his cock back into me.

  Lakyn let’s out a laugh as he slaps my ass and continues fucking me. I’m just about getting used to the feeling of being torn apart, when he reaches down for a fistful of my hair and arches me back toward him.

  My breathing is labored now and coupled with the pain of being drilled like a fucking oil well, I’m not sure how much more I can take.

  Mercifully, just as I feel like I’m going to pass out from the beating my ass is taking, he cums hard, filling me with his hot liquid, then shoves me away.

  I pitch forward onto the couch, my hands on either side of my face as I try to regain my bearings when Lakyn slaps my ass again before getting to his feet.

  “Come on,” he says as he begins to get dressed. “Introduce me to the ole ball and chain.”

  Six

  Strange and Unusual

  Lakyn

  Gray’s giving me the evil eye as he pulls his clothes back on, but curiosity has always been a sin of mine.

  It’s how I ended up getting hooked up with Trixie, and in turn, Ichabod.

  I can’t help it, though.

  I like to know as much as I can about everything—whether it has anything to do with me or not.

  I pull my shirt over my head, peeking at Gray just before I bring it down over my body and grin. He looks like he wants to knock my head off right now, but I know that I probably fucked the will out of him at this point, so I’m not concerned.

  “I already told you that my lips are sealed about what we did, and believe it or not, I am a man of my word. I won’t tell your girlfriend either,” I finish slyly.

  He runs a hand irritably back through his hair as he walks by me, shoulder bumping me roughly on his way out of the living room again, and I laugh.

  Partly because at this rate, if he keeps using his hands to brush his hair back, he won’t have any left. Mostly, though, because he thinks he’s intimidating.

  I like this color-named kid.

  He’s a lot of fun.

  Easy to anger, tighter than a tourniquet, and a mouth like a hoover.

  I can understand why his can’t-fuck-anymore boyfriend sticks around now. I would too with blow jobs like that on the table.

  A shiver goes through me and I rub my arm as I go find out where Gray disappeared to this time, only to find him standing next to the door we walked through. It’s open, he’s leaning against the wall, and staring daggers at me.

  “You got what you were obviously out for tonight. Have a good evening,” he says evenly w
ith a nod.

  I laugh.

  I can’t help it.

  He honestly seems to think that it’s this easy to get rid of me and I don’t understand what the deal is. I’ve been nice to him, allowed him the opportunity to experience my cock, and he’s still treating me like I’m a burden.

  Is this how Ichabod feels?

  I shake my head as I walk over to him, slam the door shut, then place a hand on the wall next to his head.

  “I’m not done yet,” I tell him with a smirk. “I want to know what you’re hiding, Gray. I mean, it obviously has to be something major if you were willing to let someone other than your boy fuck you, isn’t it?”

  I’ve used enough honey with this asshole at this point, and he’s going to get as much vinegar as I can drown him in until he gives me what I want.

  Gray pushes himself off the wall, bumping me with his chest, and staring me in the eye with deadly intent.

  “I could always kill you instead,” he says softly.

  “You could,” I agree conversationally, “but something tells me that you don’t shit where you eat.”

  He narrows his eyes, lets out his breath and I grin. “Didn’t think so. Anyway, I’m pretty sure you know I won’t leave until I get to meet him, um … them, so you may as well just lead the way.”

  Gray licks his lips, then turns his face away. He seems to be weighing his options right now, but I can see his stance faltering slightly, and I know that this little battle is mine for the taking.

  “Promise me that you won’t tell him,” he says quietly, looking at the floor.

  “Scout’s honor,” I reply with a chuckle. Gray looks at me evenly and I sigh. “I already told you that I don’t gossip. I’m not interested in breaking up whatever little arrangement you have going on here. I’m more curious about what the big deal is, if I’m being honest.”