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Zander did too.
“Zander.”
With just a whisper of his name, Zander’s control snapped and he slammed his mouth down onto Scotty’s.
14
He shouldn’t have. Shouldn’t have kissed Scotty because now Zander didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want to slow down. His need was a runaway train on the tracks—dangerously out of control.
Scotty shuddered against him, lips parting, and Zander delved in. A groan rumbled in his chest and he tightened his grip on Scotty’s throat. To hold him still. To press closer. To tongue him the fuck down. He tasted like the noodles from earlier, making little sounds that spilled onto Zander’s tongue. He lapped them up, wondering if he’d be able to find Vince’s flavor in there too.
Scotty clung to him, fingers desperate on his back, tongue slipping and sliding along Zander’s. He pressed harder against Scotty, ensuring the younger man felt him and knew the effect he had on him.
His dick hurt, he was that hard. Blood roared in his ears and Zander knew he should stop. He should back the fuck up and think. He didn’t have time for this. No time. But somehow when Scotty arched against him, sighing into his mouth, he made more time.
Hands trembling on Scotty’s skin, eyes closed, he fell into the kiss, wanting to stay in this space where the only thing on his mind was more kisses. More wanton rubs. More?—
Scotty jerked away, breaking their connection with a loud sound. He covered his wet and trembling lips with a hand as his wide, shocked eyes darted away from Zander’s and over his shoulder.
“Vince.”
Zander stiffened as Scotty ducked away from his hold and went to Vince. He faced them in time to see Scotty drop to his knees next to Vince. Vince, who had one leg thrown over the couch, his features pulled taut, deep color on his cheeks. His throat.
“I’m sorry.” Scotty touched a hand to Vince’s jaw, words shaking when he said, “I didn’t—I don’t know what…” His voice trailed off as if he’d forgotten how to speak. But he clung to Vince the way he’d just clung to Zander.
Zander was coming to suspect he might be addicted to the sight of Scotty and Vince touching. His dick throbbed watching the two of them, throbbing even more when Vince’s gaze lifted from Scotty and landed on him. What he saw in the depths of the marshal’s eyes fucked with whatever control Zander had left. The same thing that strummed through Zander’s veins darkened Vince’s eyes.
Want.
Need.
Fraying restraint.
“I’m sorry,” Scotty said again and Zander strode over to them, closing the distance in three strides.
“Stop apologizing. Vince doesn’t want an apology.” He couldn’t help the harshness of his voice. Didn’t bother apologizing for it when Scotty stared up at him with those wide fucking eyes. Fuck. How did somebody who’d been through so much give off such innocent vibes? And why was it making Zander’s dick throb?
“I don’t—I don’t want Vince to think that I’m—” Scotty cut himself off with a flush.
Zander licked his lips, lowering himself to take a knee beside Scotty, which caused that flush to deepen. God. He was perfect ruined temptation. “Let Vince tell us what he thinks.” He dragged his gaze from Scotty and focused on Vince, whose nostrils flared. A pulse beat at the base of his throat and Zander zeroed in on that.
A dead giveaway right there.
He barely held back his smirk, tension riding his shoulders when he said, “Tell us what you’re thinking, Vince.”
He felt Vince’s gaze like a tight, hot clasp on his dick when the marshal said, “I’m thinking I want to watch you kiss him again.” He paused, but only for one heartbeat before continuing. “And then I want to suck his taste off your tongue.”
Scotty gasped.
Zander almost came on himself. Had he died and somehow been sent to the wrong place? Because this felt like heaven. Smelled like it too. Lust thick in the air, drowning him. Sticking in his throat and choking him. Vince’s words had them all frozen in place for a moment. He stared into the marshal’s eyes. His enemy. This man should not be alive. Zander should have killed him the moment he’d recognized Vince.
But his gut had stayed his hand.
Now here they were and nobody could tell Zander all of it wasn’t for a reason. A reason that had nothing to do with his monster of an uncle and everything to do with them. The three of them: he and Scotty kneeling, holding their breaths, and Vince watching them with a tick in his jaw and lust pouring off his body.
They all three just might die before the sun rose.
He found he wasn’t the man he’d been when this ordeal began. Those two had been stripping him raw and he hadn’t even noticed until this moment when he couldn’t help but touch Vince, cupping his jaw. Vince shuddered at the caress, lashes lowering as he buried his face in Zander’s palm.
