Threes Company (6 page)

His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, and he licked his lips.

"I'm sure I could spare another two minutes."

I grinned and unzipped his pants.

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Adam and I spent the day doing non-tourist things, as he called it. He took me to places only locals go to and fed me lunch at one of his favorite cafés, where the woman behind the counter called him by name.

She looked like she'd been photoshopped off a

brochure for the Caribbean with her rich, dark skin, tight curly hair pulled back off her face, dark, full lips, and colorful clothes. She looked me over, not knowing whether to smile at me or not. Instead she asked Adam pointedly,

"How's Simon?"

Adam slid his arm around my waist and pulled me close. "Simon's great, isn't he, Wil?" He looked at me and chuckled. "He was great last night. He was
great
this morning…"

I looked at the woman and could feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. But she just shook her head and laughed. "I'm Dee, by the way," she said, smiling at me then.

I cleared my throat, swallowing my embarrassment.

"Wilson Curtis."

"You boys grab a table. I'll be over to take your order," she said.

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We took a seat and Dee followed us. Adam ordered us lunch and he chatted with Dee a little. She'd heard through the grapevine that Hartley was back, trying to get his hooks into anything and everything. When Dee left us to serve someone else, I asked Adam who this Hartley was.

"Developer," he answered.

Dee must have heard our conversation because from across the café, she added, "Good for nothing is what he is."

Adam nodded in agreement. "He used to be a local politician. He tried to stop the Keys from 'going to Hell' in the nineties," he said with sad smile. "He ran an entire campaign to kick the gay community to the curb."

"But he lost, right?"

Adam nodded. "Yeah, he lost. So ever since, he's been buying up real estate, in particular gay hotels and gay clubs. He's trying to get rid of us, one way or another."

"Sounds like he should move to my hometown."

Adam huffed out a laugh and nodded. Then he

looked at me seriously. "Was it really that bad back home?"

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Well, there certainly aren't gay hotels or gay clubs where I come from."

Adam shook his head. "Wait. What? Are you saying you've never been to a gay club?"

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I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. I held in a snort. A gay club? In my home town? Hardly. "Ah, no."

A slow grin spread across his face. "Well, I know what we'll be doing tonight."

As we finished our meals, Adam tilted his head and looked at me. "Is this the first time you've been out with a guy in public?"

I finished my soda and nodded. "Not counting hanging out with the boys, yeah, I guess it is."

Adam shook his head in disbelief. "So when we walk out of here, if I held your hand, that'd be a first too?"

Held my hand? In public?

"Um…"

Adam shook his head again, stood up, threw a

twenty on the table, and held out his hand.

When I stared at him, completely uncertain, he just grinned like he always did. "Come on, Wil," he urged me.

"After what we've done in your bed, the least you can do is hold my hand."

I snorted out a laugh. But then I took his hand in mine, and for the first time in my life, I walked out into the street, holding the hand of a man.

I don't know what I was expecting.

Something.

Comments from strangers, horrified looks, even

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verbal abuse.

But no one looked twice. No one cared.

Adam squeezed my hand, so I looked at him. He

smiled at me, and I grinned from ear to ear.

It was a monumental step in my life. Such a simple act, one many couples took for granted, but the basic gesture of holding someone's hand for all the world to see was an epic milestone for me.

Adam grinned and shook his head. "You're so adorable." Then he squeezed my hand again. "If you think this is special, just wait til tonight."

* * * *

It was still early by nightclub standards, but I was on my second drink and feeling a little braver. At first, the all-male, all-gay-male, all-hot-half-naked- gay-male clientele was overwhelming. I imagined I looked as wide-eyed and naïve as I felt. Adam fit right in and looked around as though he owned the place. He nodded to a few people and called some by name. He reassured me he wouldn't make me dance.

Yet.

He thought a few drinks would loosen me up a

little. He was right.

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I was buzzed. And horny.

Other guys, couples, started to dance, the music got louder, and the crowd got bigger. It was hospitality night, apparently, when the staff of local bars, hotels, and clubs got to play. Considering it was Tuesday night, but Adam's weekend, it made sense.

"What time did Simon say he'd get here?" I asked loudly, so Adam could hear me over the music.

He leaned right into me, so I could feel his body heat. I could smell him. "As soon as he finishes up." His breath was hot in my ear. "Around ten-ish." He pulled back to check his watch. "Soon."

I nodded and, as much-needed distraction, sipped my drink, looking around at the other men.

"Why?" Adam asked with a sly grin. "Starting to regret the rules you made up?"

I chuckled at him and his blatant attempts at trying to get me to cave in. "You're not making it any easier."

And he hadn't been, either. But as much as he joked and made snarky comments about my rules of no sex without Simon, he respected it. Yes, he wanted sex, but he took my wishes seriously. He didn't want to abuse my trust any more than I wanted to abuse Simon's. He just liked to tease me about it.

Like earlier, after we'd had lunch, we'd gone back to

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the hotel and straight to my room. We lay on my bed and talked about anything and everything, and we'd made out a little. He was a sweet kisser with a magic tongue, and he tasted divine. I'd moaned, and he could feel my arousal but then he'd pulled away with a chuckle and a click of his tongue.

"Rules are rules," he'd said. And as he looked at me in the nightclub, he said those words again. Only this time he almost purred them.

I grinned at him, and with two beers worth of

courage under my skin, I stepped right up close to him and put my free hand on his hip, pulling us together.

"Yes, rules are rules," I said, nudging my nose along his jaw. "But there were no rules about touching," I said and ran my hand around to his ass, squeezing it.

"There were no rules about kissing," I whispered against the corner of his lips.

He grabbed the beer bottle out of my hand and

without another word, he dragged me out to the dance floor. And he grabbed me, hard. He smashed our hips together, one of his thighs between mine, and he ground into me. His eyes, dark and intense, never left mine.

The dance floor was a crowded sea of sweating, swaying men. I'd never danced before, not with a man. Not like this. Adam controlled me; we rocked, swayed. Danced.

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Except it wasn't really dancing.

It was foreplay.

And I loved it.

The music, the movements, the moaning. All of it.

It was intoxicating. It was arousing. It was like nothing else mattered.

Adam's hands held my hips and my ass and his lips were at my neck. I dug my fingers into his sides so I could grind my cock into his hip. I needed to
feel
him. I needed the friction.

Other men danced around us. The music changed a few times, song after song, and we never stopped. We kissed, licked, and nipped each other and I was hard,
achingly
hard. And all I could do was shamelessly rub myself against him. He didn't seem to mind. Not at all.

But then he turned me around and rubbed his cock against my ass. His hands crept under my shirt, hot on my skin, and his lips were behind my ear. His breaths were hot, wet, and ragged.

"You're so hot." He panted. "All the men here want you."

I didn't bother opening my eyes. "They're looking at you."

Adam bit my neck and my whole body shuddered. I lifted my hands above my head, reaching back to pull his

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head closer, urging him, begging without words for him to do it again. And he did. His teeth scraped my skin and I moaned.

"Oh, Adam."

"Simon."

It took a moment for what he said to register in my lust-addled brain. My head fell forward and my eyes opened. "Huh?"

But right in front of us, like we were putting on a show just for him, was Simon.

He'd changed from his business pants and shirt.

Now he was wearing jeans and a tight T-shirt the same color as his eyes. His eyes… his eyes were staring just above my shoulder, looking straight at Adam. And then he licked his lips. I could feel Adam smile into my neck.

Simon took a step toward us, and I grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him closer. "Oh, thank God."

Simon chuckled. "Miss me?"

Adam's laughter resonated in my ear. "I think his rules of no sex without you are starting to wear him down."

I pulled Simon closer, his body now flush with mine. "No, the rule stays."

Simon leaned over my shoulder and kissed Adam.

God, I loved it when they kissed with me in-between them.

But as soon as his lips had left Adam's, they found mine.

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Simon kissed me, deep and hard, while Adam rubbed against my ass.

A man beside us moaned, making Simon smile and break the kiss. He looked from me to Adam. "You two were putting on quite the show."

"Adam doesn't play fair," I told Simon. "He's been trying to coerce me all day."

Simon laughed, and Adam's chest vibrated as he chuckled. "He wouldn't give in though."

"Mmm," Simon hummed, rubbing his groin against mine, nuzzling his lips against my jaw. "I can feel how hard you are, Wil. You didn't want to
relieve
yourself?"

All I could do was shake my head. "Want both of you. It's better with both."

Adam reached up and with a handful of my hair, pulled my head back, exposing my neck to Simon. As Simon attacked the newly exposed skin, Adam moaned in my ear. "It is better with both, isn't it? Two men fucking you at once. You like it, Wil, don't you?"

Adam's words, his hands, Simon's mouth, his hips.

Their bodies. Their heat. "Oh, fuck. You're gonna make me come," I rasped.

Simon froze for just a second, then grabbed my hand and led us off the dance floor. I was about to question why, what, where, but he was on a mission. Simon had my

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hand and Adam had hold of the back of my jeans as we jostled through the crowd. Finally Simon pushed through a door, leading us in.

To a bathroom.

There were other guys in there, but Simon didn't seem bothered. He walked us to the end stall, one I realized, once inside, was reserved for wheelchair access.

We were no sooner through the entrance than the door was locked and Adam pushed me against the wall. Simon was beside Adam then, and both of them pushed against me, taking either side of my neck.

From the other side of the stall wall, I heard a chuckle and mumbled voices of the men who'd watched us walk in, and I didn't care.

I closed my eyes and just felt.

Two mouths, two tongues, four hands. They

devoured me.

"Please," I begged. "Please."

I could feel tugging on the fly of my jeans then my aching cock was freed. I moaned at the relief, and I realized a little belatedly Adam's mouth was gone from my neck, before it engulfed my dick.

My knees nearly gave out. I'm sure if Simon hadn't pressed me against the wall, I would have slid to the floor.

One of my hands moved around Simon's neck. My other

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hand rested on Adam's head, fisting his hair. I groaned loudly, wantonly, and Simon kissed me quiet. Hard, urgently, his tongue invaded my mouth while Adam's tongue twirled and teased my cock.

I couldn't have warned Adam if I'd tried. He must have felt my body shake, because he pinned my hips to the wall behind me and swallowed me down.

I screamed into Simon's mouth as I came into

Adam's. My body bucked and flexed as white-hot bliss ripped through me. Wave after wave of my orgasm left me boneless and spent. I slumped heavily onto Simon. His arms wrapped and me and held me up, and he was smiling into my neck.

Adam was still licking me clean, and his eager tongue on my sensitive skin made me squirm. He stood up and without hesitation he kissed Simon, letting him taste me.

I moaned. "Fuck."

They both turned their faces to look at me.

Although they both had hold of me, I fell back against the wall with a thump. All I could do was grin.

Adam chuckled and lifted my chin. "You in there, Wil?"

I barked out a laugh, and when I focused my eyes on them, they were both smiling, with slightly swollen lips.

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