Ricky would give anything to teleport through time and save that boy from the horrors he’d endured.
Maybe he and Martin shouldn’t have kissed, but he didn’t detect a trace of regret in Martin’s gaze. Their friendship was too solid, their bond too tight. No matter where they went from here or how they fit Tula into their relationship, they would only grow stronger together.
The hot little vixen between them shifted on his lap, peeking at him from beneath heavy lashes before turning to Martin.
She licked swollen lips and touched a finger to the deep grooves between Martin’s brows.
Stretching her spine put her mouth a hairsbreadth from his, and she waited there, eyes wide and unblinking, silently offering her vulnerability.
He glanced at Ricky for a fraction of a second before capturing her lips. He pressed in gently, then harder, sliding his wicked tongue through her mouth.
The sight of them melting into each other stole his breath. The weight of their bodies straddling his lap sent feverish tingles across his skin. He hooked an arm around her waist while his other hand traveled over the thick bones and sinewy thews that sculpted Martin’s torso.
His possessive hands remembered Martin’s body on the training mat. The corrugated terrace of abs, ripped biceps, and muscled legs locked around him, slick with sweat, and flexing with domination as they grappled and rolled across the floor. All testosterone, agility, and infinite power contracting and heaving beneath tanned skin.
Martin’s hands had the strength to grab him and pin him to the wrestling mat without mercy. But as he watched Martin with her, he noted the gentleness in every touch, the way those ruthless fingers slipped through her hair and let the tresses fall slowly, strand by strand, as he kissed her at leisure.
They made a tantalizing couple. Martin’s hard jaw gliding against the pixie-shape of her face, their tongues rubbing together and sending soft licking sounds through the room. Panting breaths. Rustling clothes. Pleasure-drenched moans. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed.
Martin held the bulk of his weight off Ricky’s thighs while she sat fully on his lap. With her legs straddling Ricky, she had to twist at the waist to kiss Martin behind her. She felt like a feather on his legs, but she couldn’t have been comfortable.
“Lie down.” Ricky tapped her thigh.
With the beds pushed together, they stretched out across them with Tula in the middle. Martin lay on his side, propped up on his elbow, mirroring Ricky’s position.
A long, deep breath nuzzled between them, silent and content, but there was a slow build in it. It started quietly, stirring the energy in the air.
Inhales chased exhales, the cadence of breaths growing faster, louder. Toes curled against the mattress. Chests rose and fell in tandem, and Martin drifted imperceptibly closer as if he wasn’t aware he was doing it.
Tula’s warm fingers rested against Ricky’s chest. He covered her hand with his, holding her to him, but he didn’t look at her. His gaze was confined by Martin’s stare.
Spiritual closeness lived and breathed through their eye contact. But it was no longer just a platonic connection between friends.
A fire had been kindled, stoked with a brazen kiss. He couldn’t brush it off as a smoldering moment of lust. A cold shower wouldn’t douse this.
Their hunger for each other was a waking volcano that had been burning too deep and too long beneath the surface. It would never die out, never grow cold. Not without total devastation.
Face to face, gazes locked, they held onto each other the way they always had. With their eyes, their history with Van, and the trust they’d forged over the years.
Except now, Ricky needed more.
He needed to hold Martin in his arms and wrap his mouth around Martin’s cock while thrusting deep inside Tula’s body. He needed her right here with them, between them, under them.
“I love the way you look at each other,” she murmured. “It’s like you’re having a whole conversation without moving your lips, like you’re reading each other’s thoughts.”
“I read his expressions.” Martin traced a finger along the waistband at her hip. “And the way he holds himself. His body language is loud.”
“Is that right?” A smirk pulled at his lips. “What am I thinking?”
Martin angled over her and clutched Ricky’s neck. “You’re choreographing all the positions you would arrange her in while I fuck your ass.”
Sharp, penetrating heat shot along the length of his cock.
“Is that true?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He felt wired and overheated as he studied the dark prisms of her eyes. “Since I don’t know your expressions yet, tell me what you’re thinking. What do you want?”
“This.” A small smile trembled at the corner of her mouth. “Two nice, gorgeous, experienced men who kiss like…” Her lips pouted out with a pushed-out breath. “I don’t even know. I’ve never experienced anything like it. You both have this incredibly magical, mind-numbing way you kiss, like you were born from the same womb or something.” She squinted. “You’re not brothers, are you?”