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I walk out the door and go back to my room. My dick is so fucking hard as I lie back down in my own bed.

Fuck that.

I’m not having a ménage relationship with my best friend and this girl.

Fuck. That.

“Blue,” JD whispers in my ear.

“Hmmm,” I say, relaxed, naked, and enjoying the way he twists my nipple as he kisses my neck. I reach for his dick and get a fistful of denim. “You’re dressed already?” Is it even light outside? I open my eyes. It’s not.

“I gotta go. I’ll be back tonight.” And then, before I can gather my senses, he’s gone.

The coldness of being alone washes over me immediately. I swing my feet out of the bed just as the front door closes. And even though I run my fastest, my feet slapping on the hard concrete floor, when I open the door to see if he’s waiting for the elevator, I get more emptiness.

I close it back up and stand there, my back pressed against the door, my thoughts wild.

Am I alone? I hate being alone. I can’t tolerate it anymore. Not after constantly being in the company of others for the past year and a half.

Ark, my mind says. Go find Ark.

But I heard that conversation last night when they thought I was asleep. JD extended an invitation and Ark refused.

I try anyway. He said he wanted me, so maybe if JD isn’t here, he will let me in his bed.

I tiptoe down the hallway opposite the one that leads to JD’s room and stop at Ark’s door. It’s open a crack, which is the same invitation JD left him last night.

I accept it and walk in. My naked body is shivering from the cold already, my sex throbbing with the need for release.

Ark is naked and uncovered.

I walk around to the empty side of the bed and kneel down on the mattress, waiting to see if he wakes. But he’s still. So I slip in next to him and close my eyes. Just this is enough to warm me back up. Just the fact that he’s within inches of me is enough to put a damper on my sexual frustration and calm me down.

I can wait for him, I tell myself. I can wait for him to want me. My fingers slip down between my legs and glide past my slit where the wetness of my arousal is waiting.

“I’m awake, you know,” Ark says next to me. “And if you think you can hop between us and get what you want each time, you’re wrong.” He turns over to look at me. “I’m a possessive asshole.”

I look for the humor in that, but he’s serious.

“So if you want to be fucked by me and him, you’re gonna wait a long time.”

“You already did it once,” I remind him. “What’s the big deal?”

“Number one, I don’t want to share. And neither do you.”

“I’m here.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

I search his dark eyes for a moment until the realization hits me. “You want information about me.”

“And you seem to be a sex addict.”

“So…”

“So?”

“So you’ll give in if I do?”