Page 48 of Canned & Coated

I huff out a breath, glancing between them, then back at the wall.

The frame’s still straight.

“Kitchen,” I say, pushing off toward the chaos. “Let’s try to get everything put back, and if either of you puts the plates in the wrong cabinet, I’m ending this arrangement immediately.”

“Noted,” Tanner calls.

“Threats already,” Milo says, following close behind. “We’re really settling in.”

I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling when I do it.

Somehow, impossibly, we made it here.

I step into the kitchen, lift a box onto the counter, and crack it open as Tanner slips in behind me, arms wrapping around my middle.

“Do we have to do the kitchen right this second?” he murmurs. “Can’t we take a break?”

He leans in, brushing his nose along the shell of my ear, and I shudder despite myself.

“What did you have in mind?” I ask, already knowing better.

On the other side of the bar, Milo leans forward, elbows propped on the counter. I catch his eye, and he gives me a knowing grin.

“Well, you’re right here,” Tanner says, voice dropping, “and it would be so easy to…” He trails off, fingers hooking into the waistband of my paint-splattered shorts, tugging them down to reveal my tight white briefs.

I huff out a quiet laugh, turning in his arms, and rise onto my toes to kiss him.

“Right here in the kitchen?”

“Why not? We’ve tried beans. This way we’ve got easy access to the rest of the groceries from here in case we wanna try something else exotic.”

I scoff. “Absolutely not.”

“Relax,” he says, laughing, before turning me around, his hand sliding down my front to cup my already aching cock.

Milo is where we left him, leaned against the counter. He’s holding a bottle of lube, which he raises slightly, like an offering.

“Thank God,” I say, reaching over to take it.

Milo grins. “Figured that was surprise enough.”

Tanner’s shorts hit the floor, and he’s pressed flush against me, his hard cock nestled between my cheeks. He plucks the lube from my hand, his mouth hot on my neck, teeth grazing my skin. I glance at Milo, who hasn’t moved.

“You sure you don’t want to join?” I ask.

“Not yet,” he says. “I’m enjoying the view.”

I gasp as Tanner tugs my briefs down, his hands eager. He pushes my legs apart, kneeling behind me. His strong hands spread me open, and then his tongue is circling my hole.

His tongue laps against me, slicking my entrance with warm, wet strokes. I clutch the counter, knuckles white, eyes locked with Milo’s. His gaze doesn’t waver, the green of his irises eclipsed by the black of his pupils.

Tanner’s hands grip my ass, thumbs digging into the tender flesh of my cheeks, holding me open. His tongue is relentless, circling, probing, each pass sending a shiver up my spine.

I can feel Milo’s gaze as keenly as I feel Tanner’s touch, his look a physical caress that heightens every sensation.

“You like that,” he asks.

A whimper escapes me as I nod, bottom lip trapped between my teeth.