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“Jeez, Fletch. Stop,” he croaked as his
climax started to roar through him.

“You’re gonna have to let me go.”

A flush swept over his face. He had to
force his fingers to unlock and release Fletch.

“Why did you stop?” Gaby demanded.

“I didn’t think Fletch would appreciate me
coming all over him,” Liam said hoarsely. His pulse was still thundering as if
he were running a race.

The stiff tension left Gaby and she
grinned. “Good. That’s good. The lube made me super hot but I wasn’t sure if it
was a one-off.” As she spoke, she reached for a condom and rolled it on his
cock. “We still need to test the sex toys but this should help ease some of
your tension.” She impaled herself and rose leisurely up and down.

Liam relaxed a fraction, sinking into the
mattress and letting the sensations roll over him.

Fletch leaned close and whispered in his
ear. “Do you want me to touch you?”

A curl of heat writhed through his groin,
hunger consuming him like a rogue wave. His nipples drew painfully tight on
hearing the husky note in Fletch’s voice. “Yeah.” His voice merged hoarse, a
touch uncertain, but his friend never hesitated.

Fletch painted his nipple with more lube in
a deliberate manner. Heat flowed from his nipple, switching to ferocious heat
the instant Fletch applied his mouth. Oh hell. His hips snapped upward, the
hot, tight suction driving him past the point of no return. He exploded into
climax, unable to hold back an instant longer. Liam shoved Fletch away from
him, the contact too much. His chest rose and fell as he dragged in huge drafts
of air. “Sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t hold back.”

“Simultaneous climax is not expected,
especially when we’re testing products. Besides, I can demonstrate an
attachment now.” She separated their bodies and turned to reach for her
clipboard. After jotting down a few notes, she leaned over and picked up the
vibrator. She exchanged attachments, clicking one with a set of rollers and a
curving part.

“What does that bit do?” Liam asked,
fascinated despite the lethargy from his orgasm.

“Wait and see.” She stretched out beside
Liam and parted her legs without the slightest hint of awkwardness.

“So pretty,” Fletch said. “Can I touch?”

“I’d like to test the lube on my nipples.”

Fletch saluted, a cheeky grin in place. “Certainly,
my lady.” He reached for the lube and squeezed some on his palm. He lifted a
brow in Liam’s direction. “Gaby has
two
beautiful breasts.”

Liam finally stirred and pushed to a
sitting position. He dipped a finger in the lube on Fletch’s hand and turned
back to Gaby. A drone filled the bedroom when she switched on the vibrator.
Liam watched her insert the vibrator into her pussy and position the roller
attachment to revolve on either side of her clit rather than giving direct
stimulation.

“That bit stimulates the G-spot. Right?”
Curiosity propelled him to ask questions. “Does one size fit all? What about
the women who don’t know their bodies?”

“Find me one,” Gaby said instantly, raising
her voice over the buzz of the vibrator. She angled it slightly, a shudder
going through her. A faint flush colored her cheeks. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
“I’d like to talk to someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing. Most
teenagers learn about sex early these days. They’re more aware of their bodies.
Ooh, damn that feels good.”

“Ready?” Fletch asked.

“Yes,” Gaby wailed, her back arching
upward.

Liam chuckled, totally understanding the
need coursing through her. “I think he was talking to me.”

“Stop talking,” Gaby ordered. “Apply the
lube.”

After a quick glance at him, Fletch applied
the lube to Gaby’s nipple and Liam followed suit. Together, they licked then
sucked. The buzz of the vibrator became louder and Gaby let out a whimper, her
hips gyrating. A body shudder swept through her. Liam lifted his head and
watched the fog of desire take her. She was gorgeous in her surrender.

He grinned at Fletch and his friend tossed
back a smile. Job well done.

Chapter Seven

Gaby met them at the door a few days later.
“Hey, I thought you’d never get home.”

“You look beautiful,” Liam said, and it was
nothing less than the truth. She’d done something with makeup to make her eyes
mysterious and smoky. They were used to seeing her in jeans and T-shirts. Today
she wore a figure-skimming dress that hit a touch above her knees. Liam’s heart
sank and he sent a swift glance at Fletch. His best friend didn’t seem any
happier than him. Despite the intimacies and the fun they’d had testing Gaby’s
inventions. The pretty sunset-colored dress told the story, one he didn’t like
a single bit.

“Do you have a date?” Fletch opened the
fridge and pulled out two cans of beer, handing one to him.

“I’m going to dinner at my parents’ place.
It’s my nephew’s birthday.” Gaby wrinkled her nose. “It’s a command
performance. I try not to give my mother anything to complain about. No doubt
she’ll find something.”

Relief struck Liam in a heady rush.

“You look great,” Fletch said, some of the
tension leaving his shoulders. “Are you wearing panties?”

Liam barked out a laugh as Gaby’s brows
shot upward.

“I’m visiting my parents,” she said,
disbelief coloring her voice.

“Work with me here,” Fletch said. “Are they
at least sexy ones?”

Liam chuckled at the glint in his friend’s
eyes. “He wants to take a peek.”

Gaby backed up, holding her hand in front
of her in a silent stop sign. “You’ve just come off a building site.”

Fletch sent her a wicked grin and advanced
half a step.

“I have to go or I’ll be late,” she said in
a breathless rush. “I’ve left a package of toys for you guys to test for me.
They’re on Fletch’s bed.” Gaby seized her handbag, her bunch of car keys and
fled.

Liam took a sip of his beer, his gut
bucking at the idea of testing more toys. Why had Gaby mentioned the toys now
instead of waiting until she’d returned home? So far, they’d spent the last
three nights in Fletch’s bed, testing toys together. He slid a glance in
Fletch’s direction and caught him staring. “What?”

“I was wondering why Gaby mentioned the
toys now rather than later.”

“Me too.”

“Gaby slept with us the entire night again
instead of returning to her bedroom like she did after testing the first lot of
toys.”

“Do you think that means anything?”

“Hard to say.” Fletch paused, frowned.
“You’ve stayed every night since we started this.”

A swirl of heat started in the base of his
gut and swelled until it reached his cheeks. He drank some beer in an attempt
at nonchalance. Yeah, it was true, and Liam wasn’t sure what to make of his
willingness to get close and personal with another male. The day before
yesterday he’d woken wrapped around Fletch. His friend hadn’t woken, and he’d
moved away before things became even stranger between them.

So far, the weirdness hadn’t affected their
working relationship.

Liam swallowed the last of his beer before
setting the can on the counter. “I’m gonna have a shower.”

“Coward.”

“Who are you calling a coward?”

“You’re not gonna peek at the package Gaby
left for us?”

“It’s in your room.” Liam turned before
Fletch came up with something else to embarrass him. He was fine at work but
once they reached home, Fletch didn’t play by the rules. Liam didn’t know what
to think. Hell, he tried not to think about Fletch because for some weird
reason he’d started getting a hard-on.

Liam stalked from the kitchen without
looking back. The weight of Fletch’s stare followed him until he reached the
passage, making him edgy. Restless.
Hell
.

In the bathroom, he stripped off his
clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He flipped on the taps, setting
both showerheads going. After stepping under the water, he absently grabbed the
soap to lather his chest.

He wouldn’t put it past Fletch to burst in
on him. His friend went out of his way to touch him when they were alone. If he
told Fletch to fuck off and knock off the touchy-feely shit, he’d probably obey
without comment. Part of him wanted Fletch to back off, yet the other part—he
cast a disgruntled glare at his erection—wanted to follow the possibilities and
damn other people’s perceptions.

Gaby and Fletch had led him astray.

Liam barked out a sudden laugh. He hadn’t
exactly fought them, merely followed like a docile lamb.

* * * * *

Fletch heard the shower go on, but not a
shred of the tension left his shoulders. The ring of a cell phone snared his
attention. Liam’s. He glanced at the screen and replaced it on the counter, his
mind drifting back to Gaby and Liam. Something on Gaby’s face made him suspect
the toys she’d left for them would push them farther than they’d traveled to
date. With his beer in hand, he wandered down the passage toward his bedroom.
His steps slowed when he passed the bathroom. He forced himself to keep moving
when what he wanted was to push open the door and step into the shower with
Liam. His cock pressed against his fly, echoing approval of his thoughts.
Despite his constant hard-on, he’d managed to keep his seduction subtle enough
to escape the notice of others. During work hours, he’d kept things strictly
businesslike. He didn’t want to scare Liam off before he’d hooked and reeled
him in.

In his bedroom, he stripped to his
boxer-briefs before sitting on the bed to investigate the contents of the bag
Gaby had left for them.

Well hell
.

Butt plugs in several designs. One looked
as if it might vibrate while another was the standard type—not that he’d had
much experience with plugs. One of his past girlfriends had liked using them,
saying she experienced fantastic orgasms with a plug stuffed in her rear
passage. There were a couple of smaller ones that didn’t look so scary, along
with more bottles of lube. Gaby was big on her lube.

“Butt plugs?”

Fletch’s head jerked up to see Liam
standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist. “Yeah. You ever used
one?”

“Once,” Liam said with a cautious glance at
him.

“Yeah? How did it feel?”

“It hurt a bit at first.”

Fletch frowned. “And after?”

“I had a great weekend,” Liam said. “Have
any of your lovers stroked your prostrate while sucking you off?”

“Yeah, a couple.” Fletch stared at his
friend, uncertain of what to say, how to proceed. Gaby’s presence made it easy
for him to touch Liam. She made their intimacies seem natural. Now alone with
his friend, indecision tied his gut in knots. “Hey, your cell phone rang while
you were in the shower.”

“Who was it?”

“Rachel. I didn’t answer, just glanced at
the screen.”

“I’ll ring her later.”

“You still going out with her?”

“No. We went out twice. I haven’t asked her
out again. No chemistry.”

“Ouch. Did you tell her?”

“No. I don’t want to talk about Rachel.”
Liam stepped into his bedroom, and Fletch’s heart did a quick two-step before
resuming its normal pace. “You normally have a lot more to say.”

“I don’t want to spoil our friendship. It
means a lot to me,” Fletch said.

A snort emerged from Liam as he stepped
closer to the bed without taking his gaze off Fletch. “Having second thoughts
about touching me?”

The undercurrents swirling between them
took a sharp dive into a different beast.
Tread carefully
. “I don’t want
to mess things up between us.”

“Your scruples didn’t stop you kissing me,
taking liberties.” Liam came to a stop in front of him. “I can’t believe you’re
having doubts now. You never second-guess yourself.”

“Always a first time,” Fletch muttered,
unable to meet Liam’s gaze for an instant longer. His gaze shot to the
cock-shaped plug he held in one hand.
Shit, not helping
. His mind
careered out of control, sending blood pooling to his groin.

“Yeah, well here’s the thing,” Liam said.
“Since we started having sex with Gaby, I haven’t been able to think of much
else. I’m having trouble concentrating at work. Your fault, Fletch. It’s not
just Gaby but you too. I find myself wanting to touch you at the most
inappropriate moments. When I kiss Gaby goodbye, I want to do the same to you.”
Liam glared at him as if he were to blame. Hell, maybe the sexual tension
between them was his fault. He’d started them on this journey.

Fletch opened his mouth and closed it again
without uttering a word.

“Now Gaby is in on the act, producing butt
plugs for us to test.”

“We could do our testing alone,” Fletch
protested, feeling as if the conversation was rolling away without him, like
one of those runaway trains in the movies. Liam didn’t normally say this much
unless he felt strongly on the subject.

Liam cocked his head, a sexy grin breaking
past the pissed attitude. “Now where would be the fun in that?”

Fletch stared at Liam, still speechless.
Liam’s childhood had left him shy and he still tended to keep to the background
unless the situation was work related or if he knew the person well. He
certainly never lacked for feminine company, which was why Fletch had hesitated
to approach him.

“Nothing to say?” Liam taunted.

“Fuck no. I’ve got plenty to say. I’m
trying to decide if I should.”

Liam’s brows shot upward toward his
hairline. “You never hesitated before.”

“I’ve never had this much at stake before,”
Fletch shot back before his brain censored him.

Liam fell silent and actually took half a
step back.

Fletch’s hand clenched around the plug.
Hellshitfuckdamn
.
Now he’d done it. If he hadn’t scared Liam off before, he would now with his
declaration of intent. He wasn’t chasing Liam for fun and giggles.

Liam’s chest rose and fell, attracting
Fletch’s attention. A couple of droplets of water glinted on his skin, and the
urge to stand and lick them away shot through Fletch. He gripped the plug even
harder and forced himself to look away.

“Good to hear. I wouldn’t want to think you
were messing with me.”

The weird note in Liam’s voice dragged his
gaze right back, and when Fletch met his gaze, Liam dropped the towel from
around his waist.

He had an erection
.

As Fletch stared, Liam’s erection grew.

Liam coughed, diverting his attention.
“Yeah. I have a thing for you too. Why don’t you go and have a shower?”

Fletch swallowed to dislodge the lump in
his throat. Not in a million years had he seen their conversation going this
way. “What are you going to do?”

Liam sent him a crooked grin, his hand
going down to stroke his cock. Fletch followed the motion with his gaze and
felt an answering surge in his own dick.

“I’m going to be a good soldier and test
one of the plugs for Gaby. Don’t take long in the shower because I might need
some help.”

Elation surged through Fletch at Liam’s
words. Part of him was shit-scared at the rapid shift in their friendship, but
he couldn’t say he didn’t want this. It was the stuff of dreams. His dreams.
“Are you sure?”

“No, but I don’t like confusion. I’d rather
know.”

Yeah, made sense. Fletch gave a curt nod
and hurried from the bedroom before he did something stupid like grabbing his
best friend and laying a hard kiss on his sexy lips.

Liam stared after Fletch, aware of a blip
of excitement in his gut despite his misgivings. He stepped over the fallen
towel to sit on the bed. Fletch had left the plugs sitting on the bed. He
picked the closest one up and tested the weight in his hand. It looked like the
one he’d tried—a classic cone shape. Made of a glasslike material, the plug was
red and white. When he pressed a small button at the end of the flared base,
the plug flashed like a candy cane. A snigger broke out. The candy-cane effect
would be lost while the plug was in use. He picked up the other one. Vibrating.
He pushed another button on the base and the tinny sound of a familiar
Christmas carol filled the room. A smirk formed this time and he didn’t think
he’d ever listen to the lyrics about snow and dashing without imagining sex.

His investigation of the bag produced two
smaller probe plugs, perfect for use for beginners, along with more lube.

Fletch arrived in the bedroom and didn’t
halt his approach until he reached the bed.

“Quick shower.”

“I didn’t want you to change your mind.”

Fletch’s honesty reassured Liam. While part
of his mind shouted he was making a mistake, the rest of him settled in edgy
anticipation. If he didn’t pursue this between them, he’d regret the lost
opportunity. He refused to turn and walk away now. He’d always wonder if he
followed that path.

“How do you want to do this?” Now they came
to the realities, his bravado started to falter. Scared didn’t begin to cover
his feelings right this minute.

“I haven’t thought much beyond the
wanting,” Fletch admitted.

Liam’s throat worked, the weight of
Fletch’s attention sending his nerves swirling through his gut. The beer he’d
drunk earlier churned. Hell, maybe they were both guilty of over-thinking this
situation.

“Join me on the bed,” he said finally.
“What do you do when you’re with a new woman?”

“Simple,” Fletch said. “Some light petting
and lots of kissing until she relaxes. The more foreplay the better the lay.”

“You don’t say.” Liam couldn’t help his dry
tone. Fletch’s casual approach to women cracked him up. Another thought
occurred and jealousy ratcheted upward in him. “You better not be pulling your
spread-’em-around shit with me.”

“I want Gaby, and as far as I’m concerned,
you’re part of the package. I want you too.” Fletch crawled onto the bed and
smoothly rolled against him. He never hesitated when he leaned over Liam and
started kissing.