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Jesse loved that Chloe wasn’t shy, embarrassed, or ashamed of her sexuality. She was adventurous in bed with him and embraced what made her feel good. What made him feel good. Only one thing was still off limits, but her sweet virgin ass would be his. He was introducing her to ass play a little at a time. Licking and fingering each other there. Soon she would beg him to take it, because she needed to feel it.
He learned to read her body amazingly quickly—he knew what got her off the most. Sensation play. Chloe didn’t seem to realize it, but light and soft barely there touches or a hard pinch to her clit and rough fucking elicited the same mind-blowing response. Sex would always be varied and never grow dull and boring for them. They would have to take her to the club one night and play. Explore her kink with her. Make their baby girl sing. And he’d do just about anything to hear that sweet song.
Taylor wasn’t in their usual booth where Brendan and Dillon were seated. He sat at the bar adjacent to it with Bo and Matt. Sloan and Kit weren’t there, and there were no empty seats to indicate they were around somewhere.
Bo Robertson was the drummer for Venery, and like he and Taylor, Bo loved cock almost as much as he loved pussy, but a sweet young pussy was his preference. Matt McCready was pussy all the way, unless he was drunk and a pussy wasn’t available—he’d stick his dick in anything then. But that was what the Venery boys were known for—their music and their sexual exploits. Not that Jesse was one to judge. Besides, they’d all been friends for most of their lives.
Jesse slipped into the empty seat beside Taylor. He inhaled the spicy scent of him and his dick immediately got hard. He’d really fucking missed him. And he was so excited for a future with him and Chloe—it was everything he wanted. They just had to want it too.
“Hey, babe.” Jesse leaned over and pressed his lips to Taylor’s. He didn’t give a fuck who might be watching. Taylor apparently didn’t care either, because his tongue slipped inside Jesse’s mouth. “I missed you so fucking bad.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah.” Jesse held Taylor’s hand to the hard bulge in his pants. “I fucking did.”
“The cherry bomb didn’t work out?”
Jesse didn’t answer. Instead he rose from his seat at the bar and tilted his head in the direction of the private alcoves. “Let’s talk in private, yeah?”
Taylor followed him to the other side of the main floor.
He pushed aside the drape of deep plum that covered the arched opening of the alcove, hit the button on the wall that would turn on the signal it was occupied, and closed the drape again. A velvet-upholstered sofa that was really more like a family-sized bed, a minibar, and an armoire, its drawers filled with oils and lotions, toys, condoms, lube—anything you might want for basic play—filled the space. The only thing in the alcove Jesse cared about was Taylor.
“C’mere.”
Jesse, taller than Taylor by a few inches, pulled him close and kissed him like he’d been away for a year and not just a week. When he came up for air he would start talking. And he wasn’t going to stop talking until Taylor saw the same future for them that he did. A future with Chloe.
“Maybe you did miss me.”
Jesse moved to the huge sofa against the wall and sat on the edge of it. “I told you I did.” He patted the space beside him. “Come sit with me, babe. I have a lot to say and I need to touch you while I do. I might not get it all out otherwise.”
Taylor raised an eyebrow. He sauntered over to the sofa and sat. “Well, I’m intrigued.”
Jesse leaned over and kissed him tenderly. Lovingly. Like he’d kiss Chloe. To him it was the same. “I love you, Taylor. I’m so fucking in love with you, man—you know that, right?”
Taylor looked a little stunned at Jesse’s admission that had been seven years in the making. He gave a slight nod, his dark eyes misty. Taylor might not be the only man Jesse’d had, but he was Jesse’s first. More importantly, he’d be his last.
Taylor reached over and popped the button on his slacks, lowered the zipper, and held Jesse’s hard dick in his hand. He tugged on it and then his lips were on his. He loved the way Taylor kissed him—like he would die without his mouth.
“I love you too, Jesse—so bloody much.” He fisted Jesse’s cock as he spoke. “I’m relieved. I thought for sure you’d go for the bird and end us.”
Jesse unzipped Taylor and took out his cock. They laid back on the sofa together and stroked each other as they often did. “I did go for her. I love her. I’m in love with her in much the same way I’m in love with you.” Taylor’s hand went still on his dick.
“What?”
He gave his cock a hard squeeze. “Don’t stop, babe,” and Taylor resumed stroking him. “My greatest wish is that you’ll love her too, because I love you both. I need to love you both as much as I need you both to love each other.”
“You can’t make that happen, mate.”
“I know, but I have faith that it will. She was meant to be ours and we were meant to be hers. You’ll see.”
“She wants this?”
He evaded the question. “We’ll make her dinner. Let it happen naturally.”
“Does she know about us? That you love me? And this dick?” Taylor squeezed his cock so hard Jesse thought it might snap off in his hand. Felt fucking good though.
“Fuck, babe.” He rolled onto his side and kissed him. “You’ve got to trust I know what I’m doing. We’re all going up to the lake house in the morning for the Fourth. Come with.”
