“But…” She bit her lip.
David nudged her. “What?”
“Can we go? I’d like to see you play, and it would be great to get out for a while.”
“Yeah? You guys like hockey?”
“We’re Canadian,” Reese said, deadpan.
Mati rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t even try that. You hardly gave a damn until recently.” She grinned at David. “Now he’s an addict. He’s all about drinking cheap beer, eating giant pretzels, and shouting himself hoarse every chance he gets—and that’s just when he’s watching at home. You should see him at the games.”
“Really?” David drawled, seeing Reese in a whole new light.
“Well, I do get a little worked up.”
Mati snorted. “You once threw a pair of reading glasses at a ref.”
David cracked up. “You didn’t."
“It was a lapse in judgment,” Reese allowed.
“Hodges certainly thought so, since they were his glasses,” Mati said.
David tried to picture Reese losing his shit at the hockey game. “I’d like to see that.”
“You’ll have to come to a Cats game with us,” Mati said.
“That’s your home team?” He didn’t point out the chances he’d ever see a game in Nova Scotia were infinitesimally small.
For some reason, Reese looked uncomfortable. “Oh, uh, sort of.”
Mati rolled her eyes again. “That’s the team he owns.”
David blinked. “You own a hockey team?”
“I do. Well, a quarter of a team,” Reese said. “The Moncton Ice Cats.”
“Huh.” Because what the hell did you say to that? “So, you guys don’t mind if I play?”
“As long as it won’t make a lot of work for you and Chance,” Reese said.
“We can get coverage. Some of the McCormick guys who don’t play hockey come to watch anyway.”
“Great,” Reese said.
David smiled, alarmed and pleased at the same time. He honestly had no idea what the fuck he was doing, but he knew he wanted to keep doing it. He didn’t want this to end. Not yet. Not by a long shot.
Which was going to be a trick, since they were from Canada, for Christ’s sake.
Chapter Fifteen
David’s kitchen suited him, from the copper hood above the oven, to the warm, dark wood cabinets, all the way down to the tumbled porcelain tiles on the floor. There was enough counter space—not counting the high breakfast bar—for four people to work simultaneously, and David utilized every inch. Reese enjoyed watching him, particularly when he got lost in the tasks before him, working on several things at once without a single recipe to be found anywhere.
Mati made a frustrated noise beside Reese.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
She sighed. “Just my brothers.”
Which meant the answer was no. “Should I ask?”
“I don’t even know,” she said, waving an exasperated hand at her screen. “Mikey says he wants to talk to me. Stephen wrote back and said to ignore him.”
“Perhaps, in this case, you should be happy to take Stephen’s advice.”
Her lips pressed into a flat line. “There’s a first time for everything.”
Reese pulled her hand into his lap. “Watch David cook. It will make you feel better.”
David bent over to slide something into the oven, his jeans stretching across his glorious ass.
Mati smiled. “You’re right. I do feel better.”
“Like a miracle cure,” Reese said.
David turned and squinted at them. “Are you two being fresh?”
“Just realizing, in hindsight, it’s incredibly obvious you play hockey,” Reese said.
“How’s that?”
Reese let his eyes drift down to David’s butt. “Oh, ah, just that it explains your…”
“My…?”
Why had he started this sentence again? “Your rather shapely backside,” Reese blurted.
Mati snorted so hard it was a miracle she didn’t fall off her stool.
“My rather shapely backside?” David repeated, a slow grin overtaking his face. He sauntered over and planted his hands on the counter between them. “You mean I have a nice ass.”
Reese grinned. “You have an incredibly nice ass.”
David pushed up to balance on his hands, his biceps bulging as he tipped forward across the counter and pressed a quick kiss to Reese’s lips. “Thank you.”
Reese traced his tongue over David’s bottom lip. “You’re welcome,” he whispered.
“And you’re welcome to it,” David whispered back before dropping onto his feet.
As offers went, that was definitely a first.
Mati laughed at whatever expression was on Reese’s face. Reese sent her a quelling look and she cuddled their joined hands against his erection in retaliation.
These two were going to be the death of him.
If David’s cooking didn’t kill him first. Dinner was a risotto with chicken, asparagus, lemon, sage, and possibly the tears of angels. How else could it be so delicious? Reese was too busy eating to ask questions, which would have interrupted Mati’s groans of ecstasy anyway.
Supposedly, it was “only” the best David could do with what he’d had in the house. The idea of letting the man loose in a Whole Foods made Reese’s dick twitch.
But almost any thought about David or Mati did that.
He was considering what he wanted to do to David for dessert when David’s phone chimed.
He looked at it and frowned. “Chance’s techs sent the garage video.”
Mati climbed into David’s lap as soon as he pulled his laptop closer. Reese scooted his chair close, and David wrapped a hand around his knee.
Reese hit play.
The video showed a preppy blond man wandering around the entrance to the garage in Chance’s building, then ducking inside. He was trying to act casual and failing miserably, his nerves obvious by the way his hands kept flitting in and out of his pockets and how he glanced over his shoulder constantly.
“This guy is an idiot,” Reese observed.
David nodded. “He’s surveilling McCormick Associates, for Christ’s sake. Either he has no idea who he’s dealing with, or he’s terrible at his job.” They watched the guy bumble around for a few more minutes. Then he jerked to a stop.
It was hard to be certain, but Chance’s techs had edited together every camera angle, and it looked like the man was staring at Reese’s car.
Fuck.
More damning still, perhaps, was that he immediately turned and left the garage, his phone pressed to his ear on the sidewalk as he joined the flow of pedestrian traffic.
“Do either of you recognize him?” David asked.
Mati shook her head. “I’ve never seen him before in my life.”
“Nor have I,” Reese said, dismayed and desperate to give the police and his investigators something to go on. Anything.
He refused to accept that all this could end up like it had five years ago—terror followed by nothing. No answers. No change. A quiet return to normal. He sure as hell would make sure he didn’t repeat what he’d done back then. He was never going to hide in his house again, and he needed only to look to his left for the two best reasons why.
David pushed his laptop toward Reese. “Go ahead and forward that to Hodges, in case he’s seen this man before.”
Reese did, trying to focus on what little information they could draw from what they’d seen. “I don’t think that was either of the men who broke into the house.”
“I agree,” David said. “Wrong walk, wrong build. The only thing the three seem to have in common is that they’re amateurs. That guy practically had an I’m casing this joint sign on his back, for Christ’s sake.”
Reese chuckled grimly. “Maybe I should be insulted I don’t draw better talent.”
David’s hand clamped on the back of Reese’s neck, his expression deadly serious
as he towed Reese in close. “I’ll take these clowns any day if it means you’re safer.”
Reese stared into David’s dark eyes, his heart squeezing in his chest. He did feel safe, and it had nothing to do with the competency of the men who had broken into his house, or the idiot in that video. It was this man. It was his quiet confidence. His kindness. He made Reese feel foolish and aroused and brave, all at once.
Mati smiled like she could read the jumble of panicked happiness and hope pinging around Reese’s brain. He could only hope it was because she felt it, too.
The right words, sufficient words, escaped him, so he kissed David, then Mati, and hoped they’d understand even a fraction of what he felt. David seemed surprised, but Mati met his kiss with one of her own, her tongue stealing into his mouth and her hand carding through his hair, holding him close.
David’s thumb swept back and forth under Reese’s ear while his fingers traced sensitive skin over the vertebrae of his neck. “How about an early bedtime?” David asked, his voice rubbing over Reese’s skin as tangibly as his fingers.
“Yes,” Mati said. “That’s a wonderful idea.”
She was down the hall and into the bedroom before Reese could blink.
Need coursed through his veins like a drug.
David watched him like he could see into Reese’s head just as well as Mati could. He kissed Reese’s cheek. “Come on. We shouldn’t let her have too much of a head start.” He pulled Reese to his feet, his aching heart taking another tumble when David threaded their fingers together and towed him down the hallway.
Mati waited for them, kneeling on the bed, naked.
Reese felt as though his already shaky legs were swept out from under him. Then David stripped naked, too.
Fucking hell.
These unexpected moments, these firsts, kept sneaking up on him.
He wanted David so much it hurt, but some part of his brain was still shrieking there’s a naked and erect man standing next to you, even while another part was singing the Hallelujah chorus.
David watched him carefully, which was not what Reese wanted at all. He was nervous, but not in any way interested in waiting, or going slow, or having his lovers think he needed to be handled with kid gloves.
In a fit of determination, he flung off his shirt and pants, his confidence spiking when Mati and David’s expressions went from concerned to appreciative. Reese pushed down his briefs and tossed them in the same direction.
They made it easy to be brave, even when he was still staggered by the newness of what they were doing. Yes, he was sometimes surprised by the huge, beautiful, naked man stalking toward him and running a gentle hand over his hip. It didn’t mean that wasn’t what he wanted.
God, this was exactly what he wanted.
David moved around the room, shutting off lights until only one bedside lamp remained lit. Reese gave in to Mati’s siren call, the devilish smile that promised she would wreck him and David if given half a chance, and knelt on the bed to kiss her.
Her fingers carded into his hair. Her skin was warm silk beneath his hands, her kiss sweet with wine and lemon. His breath stuttered with anticipation when the bed dipped behind him, his heart going from a trot to a gallop as David slid in close behind him.
Reese focused on Mati’s lips nibbling at his and their tangled tongues, but half his brain was clamoring for that next touch. For the press of David’s chest against his back. For anything from the man hovering behind him.
David was motionless, just out of reach, maybe waiting for a word or a signal. When Reese couldn’t take it any longer, he wrapped his arms around Mati and practically threw himself into David’s lap.
Finally.
David caught him, holding them steady and close. Reese shivered at the heat of David’s skin against his. His ass was cradled by David’s hips, and Reese absorbed the joyful reality of an erection poking his ass cheek.
He broke his kiss with Mati and tried to catch his breath. It didn’t really work when every instinct and functioning brain cell he had screamed that he must wiggle his ass against that insistent press.
And god, that was hot. David’s cock dug into his skin and he rubbed against it until the thick shaft slipped into the valley of his ass and tickled along the sensitive skin in between.
“Jesus, Reese,” David groaned, his arms clutching tighter.
Reese nodded and kissed Mati, his hips still moving, his heartbeat drumming in his ears.
David pressed a hand to Reese’s belly to hold him steady as they took up a slow grind. He dragged his nose along Reese’s neck, his lips catching but not quite kissing the sensitive spot at the nape.
Reese whimpered.
“What do you want?” David murmured. He’d fucking perfected the naughty devil on the shoulder thing.
Reese blinked his eyes open. Mati watched, waiting for his answer.
“This,” he said.
“And?” Mati asked.
Reese swallowed hard and let his eyes dip down over Mati’s chest, her full breasts perfect, her nipples tight and dark. Her skin glowed in the warm light of the lamp. She spread her knees on the bed, watching him, and that was…that was a lot.
David ran the backs of his knuckles over the skin of her belly. “Soft,” he whispered.
Reese groaned. “You’re both gorgeous.”
David latched his lips to Reese’s neck and sucked. Reese gasped and wondered if this was his reward for his flattery, because if so, he could say so much more.
When David lifted his mouth away, Reese touched that spot just below his hairline.
“I won’t leave a mark if you don’t want me to.”
“No, please,” Reese said, arching his neck.
“You want me to leave a mark?” David asked.
Mati lifted an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
“Yes, I want that. Both of you. Wherever you want.” Reese was prepared to say more, to beg, but David’s lips pressed to his skin, sucking harder this time, and it was all Reese could do to breathe.
The stubble on David’s chin burned over Reese’s skin, sending electric shocks down his spine. Four hands roamed over his bare skin, too many places for him to be able to keep track of whose hands were where.
It didn’t matter. He’d never felt so overwhelmed. So vulnerable. A stream of pre-come slid down his shaft as a shiver worked up his spine.
Mati pressed against his chest, capturing his lips, and he fell into her kiss, grasping her waist with shaking hands. Her skin was hot, her ribs heaving with uneven breaths and the urgent noises he licked from her mouth. He cupped her breasts and stroked the soft skin.
He remembered what she liked, and she squeaked a happy sound when Reese pinched her nipples. Her nails scored his shoulder, more marks he ached to keep.
David continued to work at Reese’s neck and shoulders, pausing at random spots to suck the skin between his teeth. Reese no longer had the coordination to kiss Mati properly, so he nuzzled at her cheeks and under her jawline, where the skin was more sensitive and made her groan.
David’s tongue swirled across the sore spot at the nape of Reese’s neck, making him shudder, his thoughts spinning out. He rocked his ass against David, a thrill curling up his spine.
“Fuck,” David gasped. “God, Reese. Tell me what you want. Tell us.”
Reese didn’t know how to answer. He wanted to give both of them everything they wanted. To take whatever they gave him. To fuck and be fucked and roll around in this bed with the two of them until…hell, he couldn’t find anything in his brain that wanted to put an end date on this.
Which was scary and probably doomed and definitely stupid, but as he rubbed his ass against David’s cock and sucked Mati’s tongue back into his mouth, it didn’t feel like any of those things.
It just felt like the truth.
Mati loved how they had Reese caught up in it, in them, pressed between their bodies while he swiveled his ass against David, desperately searching for something she
wasn’t sure he knew how to define. Yet.
She would be more than happy to help him with that, particularly when it would be the fulfillment of every fantasy she’d ever had—and a whole bunch more she hadn’t dared to dream.
She ran her hands down Reese’s chest, his heart pounding against her palm. She laughed, ending their kiss, when she realized Reese had taken a stranglehold on his cock. She fell back onto the bed.
They were beautiful together. Reese’s broad shoulders, David’s thick biceps. David’s dark, rich skin against Reese’s pale complexion—particularly David’s strong hands on Reese’s belly. Reese’s cock, the head shiny, and the flex of David’s hip as he pushed up against Reese’s ass. David looked feverish with need, his eyes bright and his face almost as flushed as Reese’s.
Mati wanted to pinch herself, hardly able to believe this was real.
David whispered something in Reese’s ear that made him nod and drag his hot gaze over her body.
David caught her eye. “Spread your legs.”
She did.
Crawling out of David’s lap, Reese sprawled on his stomach between her knees, his eyes devouring her, lingering on the shine along her thighs and her swollen folds. She stared down the long line of his spine to where his legs were spread around David.
David appeared to be transfixed by the view.
Reese stroked a hand along her thigh and caught her eye. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but the answer was yes.
“Please, Reese.”
The first lick was strong. He didn’t ease into it, just dove in head first.
Shocks zinged up her spine each time his relentless tongue flicked across her clit. She grappled with the covers to find some purchase, bolts of excitement racing over her as he switched to winding his dexterous fucking tongue around her clit, teasing her one moment and driving her higher the next.
Fuck, he’s good at this.
David was watching her reactions, and it made her flush all over. She looked at Reese and her breath caught, not because of the frankly amazing things he was doing with his mouth, but because his expression was pure bliss, his eyes fluttering closed as he sucked her clit between his lips.
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