Page 58 of Cold Ignition

In the way his breath hitched when Rangi deepened the angle just enough to take more without asking for it.

Alexios didn’t interrupt.

He adjusted.

One hand slid along Keanu’s side, until he had his cock in his hand again, arousing him and grounding him at the same time, while the other caught the back of Rangi’s neck, guiding him aside—not breaking the contact, just shifting it.

“Share,” Alexios murmured.

Rangi huffed a breath against Keanu’s mouth, a soft, amused sound. “Was planning to.”

Alexios took his turn with a different kind of heat, but never slowed the way his hand moved against his dick. Sliding up and down, his movements deliberate.

He kissed like he did everything—controlled, precise, claiming space inch by inch instead of taking it all at once. Keanu felt the difference immediately—the way Alexios set the pace, the pressure, the intent—and it hit something deeper than instinct.

Keanu’s hands reached for both of them and tightened around their cocks, loving the sharp sounds of pleasure they both made.

This was happening. They continued to kiss each other, as individual hands and then joined, continued to pleasure each other, driving their arousal to fever pitch and filling the room with the scent and sounds of desire.

Then, as if he could stand it no longer, Rangi moved. Pulling a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant from the bedside table.

Keanu watched, and Rangi noticed. “We knew we were heading here, takū manawa.” Rangi leaned in for a quick, reassuring kiss. “And I would be damned if we weren’t prepared to make this the best fucking night of your life.”

Keanu grinned as Rangi set about using the lube to get him ready. “What does that mean, takū manawa?” His pronunciation was spot on, he thought, not surprising given the familial connection across the Pacific between Polynesian cultures.

Rangi held his gaze as he pushed two fingers inside Keanu, making him moan and press out against him. “It means my heart, because that is what you and Alexios are to me. You are and have my heart.”

Alexios leaned up and kissed Rangi. It was the first time Keanu had seen the two of them kiss, and it was so fucking hot!

“You old romantic, you,” Alexios said as he too reached for the lubricant, and squirted some into his palm, then rubbed his hands together to spread it before wrapping his left hand around Rangi’s cock, and his right around Keanu’s.

“Right, let me play conductor for this round,” Alexio said in a breathless tone. “Rangi, you are going to take our Keanu for the first time,” Rangi growled with pleasure, and Keanu was all on board with that plan. “And while he is fucking you really good because I know exactly how our man moves, I want you to take me in your mouth, and get me off.”

Keanu grinned. “That makamae—and before you ask, that means precious—sounds like the best fucking plan in the world.”

Alexios shuffled up on the bed until he could slide his cock between Keanu’s lips, and he finally got the first taste of him. He felt fantastic in his mouth, hard and silky, and Keanu wasted no time in using every bit of skill he had to pleasure him. From the Greek words that erupted from his lover, he had a feeling he was doing a good job. Then he used it as a distraction as Rangi shifted on the bed, pushing a pillow beneath Keanu’s hips, spreading his legs to kneel between them, then pressing his hard cock against the ring of muscles that opened with firm persuasion due to the care Rangi had taken to get him ready.

“Fuck me,” Rangi breathed as he pulsed his hips gently until he bottomed out within him, “you feel so fucking good around my cock, so fucking tight.”

“Lover,” Alexio groaned, “Wait until you feel how fucking good his mouth feels.”

And then Keanu let himself go to the moment, feeling every push and pull of Rangi within him, the lightning that struck deep within him as he dragged against his prostate, and the feel of Alexios gently shifting his hips to drive his cock further into his mouth. Alexios continued to stroke his cock to the same rhythm Keanu was using with his mouth.

Then, without warning, Alexios shouted, tensing above him, and that was all the warning he received before the taste of his essence filled his mouth as he came in spurts. Which triggered Rangi, who slammed into him with a groan that ended in a shout as heat filled his ass. He got to revel in the feeling of his men coming for him for a split second before Alexios’s hand threw him into the storm of his own orgasm, which had him pulling his mouth away and shouting his pleasure into the room.

Chapter Ten

Alexios surfaced slowly.

Not with urgency. Not with panic. Just awareness returning in measured layers—like stepping back into his body instead of being dragged into it.

Warmth came first. Not ambient. Not the lingering heat of the Hawaiian night, but a delicious heat that wrapped around him. Anchoring him to the moment and the men beside him.

He stayed still, listening to them breathing. One deep and controlled. The other heavier. Warmer.

Rangi. And Keanu.

Then memory followed—clean, immediate. The bus. The argument. The shift. The choice. Followed by the best night of his life.