Colin (Threefold Book 1)
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Maybe Brad had noticed how Colin responded to his naked body, and wanted to call him a fucking fag, like—
“Fuck.” Colin hadn’t realized the buzzing stopped, but he sure as hell noticed it start again. It vibrated up his arm, where he leaned on the desk. Didn’t help his headache, and made his teeth chatter.
It was short this time. A text.
Against his better judgment, he brought out the phone, and read what Brad had sent.
Saturday @ 8, we’ll be there. Waiting for you. It’s her birthday, man. If you don’t show, we’ll pretend none of it ever happened. We go back to the way things were. I don’t want to lose you. But we could have so much more.
Colin hated the hope flitting in his chest. Words. It was just words. Brad never took no for an answer, and would do anything to get his way. Including promising Colin something he’d never give him.
More.
Brad was straight laced. This was all Becca’s idea, and Brad would go along until it bit him in the ass. Colin would gladly jump at the opportunity for a repeat now he knew how good a lay she was. But she was more than a good lay. She made him reconsider things he thought were set in stone. When she was around—when he even thought of her—he reverted into a horny teenager, instead of the experienced man he was.
She made him regret not having met her sooner.
And she brought forth a new, ferociously sexy side of timid Brad, that made Colin want to forget he ever chose friendship over sex.
If a single tryst led to them taking up his every waking thought, what would happen if he showed up Saturday? What would happen if he had more of Becca, if he felt Brad’s cock rub against his own inside her, if he slipped and kissed Brad with all the passion Colin had felt on that mattress, surrounded by the two of them?
What would happen if he got hooked on them, only for Brad to decide he no longer wanted to share?
When Colin left them enveloped in each other’s arms, he told himself he could keep it casual. The dull ache inside was just his body crashing from the high of fucking Becca. Sex this earth shattering was worth any cost, including future heartache. He’d repeat it as often they wanted, and in any combination they decided.
By the time he’d reached home, the sex-induced haze had cleared, and his stomach churned. He’d crossed the line. He’d broken his own rule. He’d fucked his best friend’s girlfriend, in front of him. And he’d do it again. He’d sacrifice his friendship with Brad, to feel Becca’s pussy fluttering around him once more. He’d probably sacrifice a limb too, to be allowed to fuck Brad’s virginal ass.
His head hurt, and his cock ached at the memory of his time with the couple.
He opened Brad’s latest text, and reread it.
If you don’t show, we’ll pretend none of it ever happened.
That was what Colin should do. Meeting them on Saturday would be nothing but trouble, and he didn’t need more of that.
But he’d get to touch Becca one last time. His sweat would mix with Brad’s on the sheets and on her skin. He’d hear their panted breaths, her mewls, his groans…the slapping of flesh on flesh.
The scent of sex that had suffused the room with the large windows and mirror ceiling filled his nostrils. Their scent.
Colin swallowed past the knot in his throat, and adjusted his cock.
He really shouldn’t go to them on Saturday.
No. He wouldn’t.
Probably.
To be continued in Threefold, Book 2 – Brad
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
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Sotia’s making do with Greek reality, while writing and mostly thinking in English.
She loves romances with a twist and urban fantasy novels, always with vivid erotic elements. Her favorite characters to write are not conventional hero-material at first glance, and she enjoys making them fight for their happiness.
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