Angelo sucked in a shaky breath and nodded. “I’m so hard for you. Fuck me, Dylan…please?”
As if Dylan could refuse. As if he wanted to. He reached over Angelo’s head and found lube in the bedside table, then he slicked his fingers and worked Angelo open, all the while still kissing him like a drowning man.
Beneath him, Angelo trembled and his gasps rose in pitch to frantic moans. “Dylan.”
“What?” Dylan scissored his fingers, holding Angelo down with his other hand as he jerked from the bed. “What do you want? What do you need?”
“Love me,” Angelo gritted out. “I don’t care what you do, just love me.”
Further Reading
Dylan first appears in Sam and Eddie’s love story—What Matters.
Dylan’s menage mentors—Tom and Cass—get their own HEA in Misfits.
What Matters (a SHORT excerpt)
What Matters
“Pinching her already, Dyl?” Sam’s tone was mild, but Eddie didn’t dare look at him as he ventured further into the room, even as she absorbed Dylan’s relaxed grin. “Thought you weren’t game for that shit anymore?”
Dylan smirked. “Been a while, eh?”
“That it has.” Sam reclaimed his space behind Eddie and wound his arms around her waist, pulling her between his legs, pressing his body against her.
The hardness in his groin dug into her back, and a thrill shuddered through her. Sam’s body reacted, and he circled his hips, bringing his mouth back to its favourite place on her neck, his breath warm on her ear. “I don’t know what Dylan’s been telling you, but if it’s something you want, you just gotta say. And if it’s not, that’s cool too. We’re all friends here, nothing—”
“I want it.” The words were out before Eddie could stop them, tumbling from her in a breathless plea. “I want both of you—and I want to watch you, together.”
“Together, eh?” Sam’s voice deepened. “We haven’t got much in that repertoire, but Dylan likes to watch too. Maybe you can gure something out between you.”
“Yeah?” Eddie’s ngers were already fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. “And what will you do while we’re doing that?”
“Put my dick in your mouth.”
The air shifted. Eddie wriggled from Sam’s grip and turned in his arms, throwing herself at him, claiming his mouth as her own—lips, tongue, teeth, she wanted it all.
Sam grunted, and behind Eddie, Dylan chuckled darkly. “Looks like we’ve got our hands full.”
But Eddie didn’t care about their hands. Both men could do whatever they pleased with her—all she wanted was Sam’s cock in her mouth, to suck him, taste him. To undo him the way he’d undone her so many times.
Sam broke their kiss and stood, taking Eddie with him, while Dylan pulled out the sofa-bed. And then Sam and Eddie crawled onto it, stripping their clothes, as they rolled over and over, ghting for dominance in a battle Eddie was happy for Sam to win.
And win, he did. He pinned her arms behind her back and pushed her chest into the mattress, her wet heat exposed to the night air. “What do you want, Eddie? You want to blow me while Dylan fucks you?”
Oh God. “Yes. Please. Let him fuck me.”
“Sure? ’Cause you know you can stop this anytime, don’t you? Dylan’s a good boy. A word from you, and he’ll back the fuck o .”
Eddie squirmed until Sam released her and then walked on her knees to him, pushing him against the back of the sofa-bed, nudging his legs apart to make a cradle for her naked body, her gaze already locked on his thick, hard cock. “I want this. I want you.”
Sam said nothing more. He leaned back, his eyebrows raised in an invitation Eddie didn’t need. She dropped her head and took him in her mouth, swallowing him down in all the ways she’d dreamed of while she’d waited for this moment.
His groans and gasps were as hot as she’d imagined. Hotter. And the sensation of him scraping the back of her throat sent shivers down her spine. She moaned around him, and the answering buck of his hips set her on re.
Behind her, Dylan made his play. She heard the rustle of his clothes as he shed them, and felt the heat of his naked skin as he moved closer.
She braced herself for the head of a cock that wasn’t Sam’s pushing inside her. But instead came Dylan’s long, elegant ngers, probing gently inside her, curling and twisting, searching for the sweet spot that Sam had found so fast.
It took Dylan a little longer, but when he did, oh God. Eddie pulled away from Sam to cry out, and Sam moved like a snake, shifting down the mattress to shove his tongue into her mouth.
He kissed her like a man possessed as Dylan worked his ngers inside her, bringing her to the brink over and over, but each time easing o before she fell to pieces.
Eddie could hardly stand it when Sam eventually pulled back. “I’m going to fuck you, Eddie. Dylan, come here.”
The authority in his voice ipped a switch in Eddie’s brain. A haze descended, even as she mourned the loss of Dylan’s ngers inside her, and she held her breath as Dylan appeared at her side, his fair, leonine form stretched out beside her, his cock digging into her thigh.
Sam looked away from Eddie and met Dylan’s gaze, his eyes intense. And then he leaned forward, slowly and deliberately, and caught Dylan’s lips in a sensual kiss that seemed to take Dylan by surprise. And Eddie too, as it ignited a re in her belly that she’d never felt before. Dylan was gorgeous, and Sam was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. Them together? Kiss‐ ing? Touching?
Damn.
The kiss went on and on as Eddie watched, spellbound, as Dylan’s dick responded, swelling and pulsing against her leg. And then Sam’s cock jumped too, and Eddie moved on instinct, and sank down on it, taking him inside her as Sam and Dylan continued to kiss.
She rode him slowly, caught in the rhythm of his lips as they moved with Dylan’s, and then hers as he broke away to kiss her too. His hips rose up to meet her gentle thrusts. He groaned into her mouth, and then broke away. “What do you want, Eddie. You wanna suck Dylan too?”
In answer, she turned her head and found Dylan waiting, standing beside her, his cock at eye level, and she took him down, like she had Sam. He hit the back of her throat, and she ground down on Sam harder, revelling in his gravelly moan.
Dylan groaned too. “Shit, Eddie. You’re so fucking hot. I could come from just watching you ride my boy.” Eddie sucked him deeper, gagging around his cock, and
then she pulled o , and worked him with her hand as an insane bolt of reckless abandon surged through her. Dylan wasn’t as big as Sam, though he was almost as beautiful. I want them both.
Misfits (a SHORT excerpt)
Misfits
Jake took some persuading, but eventually Tom managed to coax him into a nearby café.
“You’re not buying me lunch, though. I can buy my own.” Jake stomped up to the counter and came back with tea and bacon sandwiches. “This posh enough for you?”
You sound like Cass. “Do I look too posh for a bacon sandwich?”
“Not today.”
Tom resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He’d woken up in Berkhamsted to find Cass had hidden all his smart-casual business attire in protest at their Monday apart. Tom had retaliated by stealing Cass’s only clean jeans and his favourite leather jacket. “Okay, so if you think I’m such a dickhead, why are you buying me lunch?”
“I spat in it.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I wanted—wankers—I wanted to.”
Tom chanced a grin. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t.”
Jake picked up the pot of tea. His hand shook. He put it down again. “What the fuck is an open relationship?”
“You want me to define it?” Tom leaned forwards. “Or tell you what it means to me and Cass?”
“What’s the difference?”
“I don’t know, because we don’t care what anyone else thinks.”
Jake finally poured his tea, eyes down, his concentration clear. “Then why tell me? W
hat makes you think I care?”
“I’m not forcing you to stay.”
With a low growl, Jake put his elbows on the table and glowered. “Go on, then. Enlighten me.”
Tom picked up his sandwich. The bread was plastic, soggy, and soaked in bacon grease. His mouth watered. “Cass is my partner. We live together, own a business together, and we’re totally committed to each other.” Jake snorted as he picked up his own sandwich, but Tom held up his hand. “Let me finish.”
“Wankers.”
“If you say so.” Tom bit back a grin. “Cass and I have been together a long time. I was twenty-one when I met him; he was nineteen. It was love at first sight, but we were too young to settle down. So we didn’t.”
“But you live together now?”
“Yes, but we still hook up with other blokes from time to time. Sometimes together, but that’s rare.”
“Why?”
“We don’t often find someone we both like.”
Jake’s frown deepened. Tom jumped into the awkward silence. “We’re very honest with each other. I would’ve told him everything about you even if he hadn’t come home when he did.”
“I thought he was going to deck me.”
Tom shook his head. Cass had a volatile temper, but it wasn’t triggered by jealousy. “Cass is cool. We approach things in different ways, but ultimately, we meet in the middle.”
Jake finished his sandwich “Different? How?”
“Cass would never do this.” Tom gestured between them. “He fucks other people, but he likes his own space, mentally, at least.”
Jake raised an eyebrow. “He fucks other people . . . because you don’t bottom, right?”
“No. We fuck other people because we want to.” Tom held Jake’s gaze. “But in answer to your question, I don’t bottom. Cass is versatile. I’m not.”
“You shouldn’t have to cheat on each other because you don’t want to bottom.”
Tom suppressed a sigh. He really doesn’t get it. “It’s not cheating, Jake. We choose to live this way. It might not make sense to you, but it works for us.”
“Sounds fucked up.”
“So?” Tom felt the first flash of defensiveness. He wanted Jake to understand for reasons he wasn’t quite sure of yet, but he wasn’t prepared to let Jake—anyone—tear his relationship to shreds. “How do you feel when people judge you by how you sound?”
On cue, Jake ticked and growled something Tom didn’t catch. “Don’t play on my TS. It is what it is. It doesn’t define me.”
“I know that.”
Jake nodded slowly. “Your boyfriend—Cass—he’s . . .”
“Bloody gorgeous?” Jake rolled his eyes, and Tom smiled. “He wants to meet you.”
The faint trace of humour in Jake’s gaze faded like it had never been there at all. “No offence, but I don’t want to be part of some weird ménage trip. You’re a good shag, but you’re not that good.”
Tom said nothing. He’d enjoyed fucking Jake . . . enjoyed it a lot, and he knew Jake had too.
“Bastard, bastard, bastard. I wish you were a prick.” Jake groaned and put his head in his hands.
Tom rubbed Jake’s shoulder. “I’m not asking you for anything, Jake. You asked me a question. I answered it.” Silence. Tom squeezed Jake’s shoulder. “All right?”
Jake finally met Tom’s gaze. “If you didn’t do shit like that, I wouldn’t care if I never saw you again.”
Tom didn’t know what to say. He wanted to see Jake again, but the churning in his gut told him it wasn’t that simple. Jake didn’t get his relationship with Cass, he didn’t like it, and Tom couldn’t live with that. Cass was everything to him. Always.
“I should go.” Jake sat up and rubbed his face. “I need to go home.”
“Kentish Town?”
“Yeah.”
Tom withdrew his hand. Folded his arms. He knew this should be good-bye, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Instead he said, “Maybe I’ll stop by that cesspit you work sometime.”
“Good luck with that. I don’t work there anymore.”
“No?”
Jake shrugged. “I got sacked this morning. Guess you were right, and I’m not much of a waiter.”
“What happened?”
“Same as always.” Jake gulped the last of his tea. “They kept me until my probation was nearly up, then found some bullshit reason to get rid of me. It wasn’t too hard. My boss kept notes of my fuckups.”
“They can’t sack you for having Tourette’s. That’s illegal.”
“That’s life. I’m used to it.”
“Doesn’t make it right.” Tom absently stirred the dregs of his own tea. He could well imagine Jake’s TS made him a challenging team member, but victimising him wasn’t the answer. The laws against discrimination were there for a reason. “What are you going to do?”
“Something will come up. It always does. I haven’t worked on a building site for a while. Maybe I’ll try labouring.”
The thought of Jake shivering on one of the city’s many construction sites, ticking halfway up some perilous scaffolding, churned Tom’s stomach. “You don’t have to do that. I’m sure I can find you work.”
Jake kicked back his chair with an abrupt screech of wood on tile. He dumped a tenner on the table and stormed out of the café.
Tom wasn’t altogether surprised. He toyed with the idea of letting Jake choose his own good-bye. Then he shoved his own chair away and followed Jake out. He found him by the zebra crossing and caught his arm. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Jake squirmed and pushed Tom away. “I don’t need a fucking sugar daddy.”
The frustration in Tom’s veins boiled over. He grabbed Jake’s flailing arm and held it tight. “I’m thirty years old, dickhead, I’m no one’s bloody dad, got it?”
Jake said nothing. Tom took his chance and pressed his business card into his hand. “I don’t feel sorry for you, but I can help you. I want to help you. Call me. I’ll be there.”
Also by Garrett Leigh
By Garrett Leigh
Slide
Rare
Circle
Misfits
Strays
Dream
Whisper
Believe
Crossroads
Bullet
Bones
Bold
House of Cards
Junkyard Heart
Rented Heart
Soul to Keep
My Mate Jack
Lucky Man
Finding Home
Only Love
Heart
What Remains
What Matters
Between Ghosts
Acknowledgments
Special thanks to Posy Roberts, Annabelle Jacobs, Vanessa North, and Con Riley. And to my wonderful Fox. My visions wouldn’t come true without you.
About the Author
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Garrett Leigh is an award-winning British writer, cover artist, and book designer. Her debut novel, Slide, won Best Bisexual Debut at the 2014 Rainbow Book Awards, and her polyamorous novel, Misfits was a finalist in the 2016 LAMBDA awards, and was again a finalist in 2017 with Rented Heart.
In 2017, she won the EPIC award in contemporary romance with her military novel, Between Ghosts, and the contemporary romance category in the Bisexual Book Awards with her novel What Remains.
When not writing, Garrett can generally be found procrastinating on Twitter, cooking up a storm, or sitting on her behind doing as little as possible, all the while shouting at her menagerie of children and animals and attempting to tame her unruly and wonderful FOX.
Garrett is also an award winning cover artist, taking the silver medal at the
Benjamin Franklin Book Awards in 2016. She designs for various publishing houses and independent authors at blackjazzdesign.com, and co-owns the specialist stock site moonstockphotography.com
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