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I nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I'm okay. More," I panted. "I fucking love that stretch. Opening me up. Making it fit. Fuck yes."

  Cameron moaned. "Fuck, you say the hottest shit."

  I grinned down at him, but it was quickly wiped off my face as more of his cock slid inside. Nick kept the lube handy and slicked both of us up bit by bit until finally, blissfully I was seated fully on Cam's rock hard dick.

  He gripped my hips and rocked me back and forth, forcing a moan from both of us.

  We stayed like that, me on top of him, as he guided me and my hands resting on his bare chest. I can't believe I'm fucking my best friend. It was surreal, but I felt comfortable with him. I always had.

  I finally adjusted and started to move on my own. My hips raised and lowered as I took his cock freely.

  Cameron's head tilted back, and he groaned as I picked up speed, moving up and down his shaft before I stopped and ground my hips back and forth. Each stroke only stoked my fire, and I panted as I moved to go up again.

  Nick wasn't having it though. His hand landed flat on my back and he pushed me down against Cameron until our chests touched. Cameron licked at my lips before he captured them and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, hot and ready for more, for everything that the two of them had to offer.

  As we kissed I felt the head of Nick's cock push against me. I sucked in a breath as Cameron wrapped his arms tightly around me, keeping me in position.

  He used his mouth to keep me occupied with slow, wet kisses as Nick pushed inside of me.

  "Fuck!" I yelled out. "God, fuck. Wait...Fuck..." I breathed as Nick waited. "Fuck, it's so big," I mumbled as I laid on Cameron's chest.

  "Want me to pull out?" Nick asked, his voice heavy and breathless.

  I shook my head. "We both know I'm not going to back down. I haven't yet, have I?" I asked breathlessly.

  Nick grinned. "Fuck no, you haven't," he said as he smacked my ass. "So hold still and take it, Mutt."

  I moaned and relaxed as Nick pushed inside once more. Inch by inch, I was stretched beyond what I even thought was possible, but my body accommodated his monster cock.

  He rocked back and forth, making Cameron moan.

  "Shit, he's so fucking tight now," Cam grunted. "I'm gonna blow my damn load."

  "I know," Nick panted. "It's like my dick is being suffocated, man."

  I was out of it. I couldn't even respond as they talked about my tight, hot, stuffed hole. The burn from the stretch died down, and by the time it did, both of them started to pick up speed.

  I cried out and held onto Cam while Nick's hand reached around and covered my mouth.

  My body swayed and rocked between the two of them as their cocks rubbed together inside of me.

  Nick's free hand grabbed my hip and he plowed into me harder.

  Oh fuck. I'm going to pass the fuck out. It's way too good.

  My legs trembled under his powerful thrusts, and even Cameron looked like he couldn't take it anymore. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he trembled underneath us as he thrust upward. All I could do was hold on for the ride, but I knew I couldn't take much more.

  A hand wrapped around my cock and I groaned, my hole trying to tighten around them as I approached my climax.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cameron’s fingers dug into my sides. “Goddammit, Zach! I’m going to come.”

  I nodded. The second someone touched my cock again, I was going to explode. My toes were already curling.

  If my mouth hadn't been covered, I probably would have alerted the whole house to what we were doing.

  Cam’s body arched as he cursed, coming in his condom. Nick palmed my cock, making me go tumbling over the edge right after him.

  I came hard as my body jerked and I painted Cam's chest with my seed.

  It wasn't long before Nick followed suit, coming with a thick, deep growl that nearly made me want to go again.

  "Shit," Cam breathed as we laid there, piled together in a hot and sweat entanglement. "I don't think it's ever been that good."

  "I gotta go with Cam." Nick groaned. "I knew you were a freaky little bitch when you got hard getting embarrassed in front of everyone."

  My cheeks flared. "Shut up," I slurred. "Don't be a dick."

  "Did you say you want more dick, pledge?" Nick rolled over.

  I quickly shook my head. "Fuck no. I'll die for real!"

  Both of them cracked up and I shook my head. They're both going to be a pain in my ass from now on, aren't they? I don't think I mind all that much. Nick slowly climbed off the bed and came back with a bottle of water.

  Once I downed some of it, I slowly rolled off of Cam and leaned against the headboard.

  "Hey," I said as I smiled at Nick. "Am I going to finally be a Brother?"

  He grinned. "Two dicks at the same time? You definitely passed any test I have," he said as he winked. "The other brother's might want a taste..."

  My eyes grew wide. He and Cameron burst out laughing, and I rolled my eyes at them. Yeah, they're going to be a pain in my ass for a long time to come.

  Excerpt of Honeymoon

  Dario groaned some more as Liam guided my hand up and down his length.

  “You ready to ride that, baby?” Liam asked me.

  I nodded, unable to speak again.

  Liam snaked his hand under mine to stroke Dario. “That’s a fat ass cock, baby,” Liam said before pulling his hand out of Dario’s shorts.

  He stopped stroking me and turned me, leaning me over the table. “We’ve got to get that tight hole of yours ready to take all of that.”

  He pulled Dario in and pushed out heads together again. I kissed him without much prompting, running my fingers through his soft hair as I tongued his mouth. This kiss was more confident, more assured as we explored each other. His hands traced my neck as mine tangled in his tresses.

  I moaned into his mouth when Liam dropped to his knees, spreading my ass cheeks as he licked against my hole, flicking his tongue tauntingly against it before he traced a path to my balls, sucking them into his mouth and making my toes curl.

  “Fuck,” I swore against Dario’s lips, taking my hands out of his hair to hold my cheeks open for Liam as he trailed his tongue back to my hole. “Fuck, baby,” I cried out, resting my head against Dario’s.

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  Excerpt of Heal My Heart

  HECTOR

  “Shit!” I banged my hand against the steering wheel as I rounded yet another unfamiliar curve. Had I seen that tree before? I was sure I had. Fuck.

  Once upon a time, I’d known these mountains like the back of my hand, but nearly ten years had gone by since I’d been back to the family cabin. Everything was just the same and yet, unfamiliar. A single whiff of the air and I was back in my childhood, running around with my siblings, playing, enjoying the time we spent here. But all I had to do was look around, look at my life, and realize how much things had changed. I’d thought coming back here would be like second nature, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  I liked to blame work. It made me feel less guilty. It was okay that I still hadn’t cleaned out my father’s things to deliver them to my mother if it was because I worked too much. It wasn’t okay that I hadn’t done it because I couldn’t face it, because the whole thing made me too damn sad. It wasn’t okay that I couldn’t bear the thought of being anywhere that reminded me of him. That reminded me that he was gone.

  I pulled in a slow breath as the doubts started to creep in. It had been a year since he’d passed, but I still didn’t feel ready. Maybe getting lost was a sign. Maybe it was my brain throwing me off course so that I didn’t have to deal with this. I still couldn’t say goodbye.

  “No. You need to do this,” I told myself. “Balls up!”

  I rounded another curve and frowned. How the hell had I gotten so turned around? I was eighty percent sure I wasn’t even on the main road anymore. And as the sun slowly slipped below the horizon, casting an orange sort of glow over everything, my heart s
tarted to beat a little harder in my chest.

  I slowed and checked my phone again. Still no reception. And my GPS had clocked out on me 30 miles ago.

  I tried to slow down the panic building in the back of my throat. I’d seen this episode of SOS: How To Survive. The gorgeous gay gets lost in the woods and has to keep himself warm with urine bottles.

  I cringed. Nope. I didn’t have what it took to survive. I was a lawyer in the city; I wasn’t built for the freaking wilderness. I’d die first.

  What the hell am I going to do? I chewed on my lip, worry starting to overwhelm me. I could feel panicked tears pricking at the backs of my eyes. Was this really going to be the end of me? All the work I’d put into myself, into building a life that I felt I could be proud of, and it was all going to go to waste, all of it ending with me freezing to death in the back of my car.

  I checked my phone one more time, and my mouth went dry. Still no bars. The trees seemed to be getting closer together, blocking out the already limited light, blocking out any chance of picking up even the slightest bit of signal.

  I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, like I could hold onto life simply by holding on a little tighter, by thinking a little harder, willing me being okay into existence. I knew this was a bad idea. The reality of the situation dawned on me with the setting sun, settling onto my shoulders. I felt heavy.

  I crawled along the road, my shoulders hunched, keeping my eyes out for anyone—anything—that might be able to help.

  I gasped.

  Finally, I spotted a small cabin with the lights on in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Oh God! Thank you!” I pressed more aggressively on the gas, my Smart car doing its very best to push through the snow. I hadn’t really thought my rental all the way through. Who the hell brings a Smart car into the mountains? It’s like I was looking for trouble.

  By the time I’d pulled up in front of the cabin, I’d rationalized that it didn’t matter who was inside. Crime lord, ax murderer, hell, even a fucking bear could be taking up residence inside, but they were all surely better than being lost in the cold darkness.

  I climbed out of my car and shuffled to the front door, letting out a long breath as a raised my fist to knock.

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  Excerpt of Kinkdom

  Antwon

  I brushed back Karlyle’s bangs to place a kiss on his forehead. He was adorable when he slept, his face mushed into the pillow and his bright-pink lips puffy with sleep.

  After seven and a half years, I still thought he was one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen. How many people could say that? How many people could honestly look at their spouse and think, damn, I landed a hottie?

  He groaned and caught my hand as I tried to step away from the bed. “Where are you going so early?” he asked, his voice groggy with sleep.

  “Quinn needs a ride to work this morning. I’m going to drop him off before Greyson.”

  He groaned again. “You should tell him to take the train. Both of them.”

  I smiled. “I should, but I won’t.”

  He kissed the back of my hand before he let me go. “I know you won’t. It’s why I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I whispered as I walked to the door.

  “Wait, babe!” Karlyle propped himself up on his elbows to look at me. His salted, dark hair was matted to his face on one side and his grey eyes glimmered against the white of our bedspread. His lips turned up at the corners as he looked at me. “Happy birthday! I’ll be here tonight to celebrate. Promise.”

  I grinned back at him, wondering if he really would be there when I got home from work. He’d never missed a birthday before, but things were different lately. He was more important now. Busier. “Thank you,” I said, reaching for the handle on the bedroom door. “I’ll bring home something special. We should celebrate you too, Mr. Top-Five Surgeon.”

  Karlyle’s face lit up, but his eyes seemed far away. “Sounds good, babe.”

  I nodded, pushing out of the door with a soft sigh. There seemed to be so much unsaid between us lately and it was getting harder and harder to convince myself that it was due to his hectic schedule. Harder and harder to convince myself not to check his phone when it buzzed at two in the morning. Harder and harder to ignore that he smelled like lavender soap after a long day at the office.

  I shook my head, pushing away the thoughts before I let them gnaw at me yet again. It was my birthday. If I wanted to drive myself crazy about my marriage, it’d have to wait until tomorrow.

  I trudged down the hallway, feeling antsy about getting a cup of coffee in me. My entire body felt like dead weight. I was a nine-to-five kind of guy. Getting Quinn to work by six thirty and Greyson to school by seven was going to require at least three shots of caffeine.

  Dragging my feet, I rounded the corner to the kitchen.

  “No, I’m for real. Ask your dad. I scored mad pussy in high school.”

  I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched Quinn excitedly recap his teenage escapades to my son.

  It was way too damn early. “I don’t know how this conversation started,” I said with a sigh as I made my way to the coffee maker. “But don’t talk to my son about your sex life. Past or present.”

  Quinn’s bright blue eyes rolled as he ran a hand through the tousle of strawberry curls wildly brushed on top of his head. I never knew what kind of look Quinn was going for. It was too upscale to be hipster and too messy to be classy. But whatever it was, he did not look like a teacher. If I’d met him on the street, I’d guess he was an artist of some kind, obscure and brooding.

  “Look at this kid.” He smacked his hand on Greyson’s shoulder. “He’s like a Friday Night Lights cliché. You really think he’s not getting laid?”

  I put my fingers to the bridge of my nose. Way. Too. Fucking. Early. “Don’t talk to me about my son’s sex life either. Honestly, Quinn, I can’t even believe some of the things I have to say to you.”

  Quinn pursed full, pouty lips. “Wow, you’re in a mood this morning. The one-pump wonder couldn’t get it up for a morning romp?”

  “Quinn!” I snapped, stilling for a moment and hoping his voice didn’t carry. Karlyle and I had enough problems.

  You’d think after thirty-plus years, I’d have learned not to tell Quinn all of my secrets. He had no filter and didn’t seem to understand the concept of “between you and me.”

  The coffee maker beeped, and I slowly poured an obscene amount into my thermos. “Okay, let’s go,” I said, screwing on the top.

  I turned to see the surprised look on Greyson’s face as he bit halfway into a pancake.

  Quinn let out a huff of air. “We’re eating breakfast,” he whined, shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth. “What’s the hurry?”

  “The hurry is you’ve annoyed me. I’m annoyed and I still have an hour of traffic to sit in with you, so you lost the right to breakfast.”

  I took a long drink from my cup as I moved for the front door, sighing in satisfaction even though it burned off all of my taste buds.

  “But, Dad, what about me? I didn’t do anything!” Greyson’s soft brown eyes flickered over to me.

  “That’s the price of family. You can eat breakfast at school. Thank your uncle.”

  Greyson grimaced. “I hate school breakfast. Everything is vegan and gluten-free.” He shoved the rest of his pancake into his mouth, tipping a bottle of syrup to his lips after.

  I pulled open the front door. “Good. Sounds fancy. For what we pay in tuition, they should serve it on gold plates. Now, get moving.”

  Greyson grumbled something through a mouthful of food as he slid off the barstool with his backpack.

  Quinn sighed as he followed suit, climbing off his chair and heading for the front door, both leaving their mess behind for me to clean up later. I rolled my eyes. I’d demanded they get moving, but I’d thought at least one of them would have put his plate in the sink.

  As we m
ade our way to the car, I smiled at the oversized gift in the driver’s seat. “What is this?” I pulled open the door to grab the wrapped orange and yellow box.

  “Happy birthday, Dad.” Greyson grinned from ear to ear at me. His eyes sparkled with pride and, even though he was nearly an adult, I saw him just as I had the first day I’d seen him. In my eyes, he was still that sweet six-year-old boy looking up at me, asking me to love him.

  I sniffed as my eyes watered. “Son,” I squeaked, my throat tightening with emotion. I extended my arms, inviting him into them.

  He rolled his eyes as he moved into my embrace. “All right, Dad. It’s just a birthday present. It’s standard practice. Don’t make a whole thing out of it.”

  “Right.” I blinked back the tears welling in my eyes. “Forty is about the age that a man should stop crying in public.”

  Greyson chuckled as he pulled out of my arms. “Probably,” he agreed as he yanked open the door to the back seat and slid in.

  I grabbed my gift and set it in the back with him. “I’ll open it tonight with Karlyle’s.”

  As I climbed in behind the wheel, I glanced over at a very guilty-looking Quinn.

  “My gift is still in the mail,” he said.

  Laughing, I nodded. “Well, I won’t hold my breath while I wait for it.”

  Quinn wasn’t that friend. He wasn’t the friend who remembered birthdays or bought you thoughtful Christmas gifts, or even the friend who would remember to pick you up from the airport. But that wasn’t the kind of friend I needed. I needed the kind of friend who would hitchhike to Mexico because I was having an episode and no one else could get through to me. And that’s who Quinn was. He was always there when I needed him. He’d follow me to hell if I asked, but he wouldn’t bring a Christmas gift.

  “So, does that mean there’s a party tonight at yours? I sort of promised Bobbi I’d stay home tonight.”

  I shook my head. “Not at all. We’re just going to have dinner. Nothing special. You should stay at your place. Honestly, I see you way too much for someone who allegedly moved out a year ago.”