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Josh didn’t think it would matter if he did. The music was loud, and screams weren’t exactly uncommon given some of the sexcapades that went on in the club. Nick clamped his hand around Josh’s chin and forced Josh to face him.

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“She fucking
both
those assholes?” Nick growled. His hands tightened their hold, squeezing painfully. Josh’s fear melted into fury.

“One of those
assholes
is my brother,” Josh bit out, “and whether she is or isn’t, or who she does or doesn’t fuck, period, is
none
of your business, so get the fuck out of my face!”

Nick’s expression blanked in the blink of an eye. It scared Josh more than anything else other than a direct threat could have. He bucked and squirmed, claiming each grunt and hiss from Nick as a small victory. When he brushed over Nick’s erection, Josh’s stomach clenched. Was the man turned on by the fight, or had he been hard all along? Josh didn’t care to hang around long enough to ask. He drove a short, sharp punch into Nick’s stomach then followed it up with a second hit immediately. Nick snarled and caught Josh’s wrists and Josh soon found himself pinned back to the wall, his wrists held beside his head in Nick’s big hands. Nick stepped forward and used his bigger body to hold Josh’s still. Josh glared up at his captor and tried to cram his knee into the man’s crotch.

“Now that’s just bitchy,” Nick muttered as he pressed harder against Josh. “Be still, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Josh snorted and glared harder. “Yeah, right. Because what? You don’t think it hurts having you try to crush every bone in my wrists, maybe? Or having you use me as a buffer between you and the goddamned wall? Or”— Josh’s voice hitched before he could stop it—

“having you played me? You fucking looked at me like I was some…some…”

“And if I let you go, what are you gonna do?” Nick asked. “Run. And I can’t let you do that just yet.”

“Then we’re at an impasse,” Josh said. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, or why you’re playing it, but if you think Annabelle would ever hook up with you, you’re out of your mind.”

Nick laughed and shook his head. “I’m not interested in her like that, I can assure you.

And apparently one man ain’t enough for her—”

Josh lost it. Nick’s deceit, his sneering tone, his brute handling, all of it set off a fury in Josh he’d never felt before. Like a cornered wild animal, he turned into a savage creature, scared and hurt and pissed off. How he got his hands free was a mystery—he hadn’t nearly the strength Nick had, but suddenly Josh was shoving and kicking, his fists finding tender spots and his knee finding the most tender place of all. As much as he’d have loved to stand there and gloat as Nick crashed to the floor, Josh’s survival instinct propelled him into a full-BEND

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out sprint for the club entrance. He shoved people out of his way, muttering apologies as he fled.

The drive home was a blur, and it wasn’t until he was safely locked inside his apartment that Josh allowed himself the breakdown he’d held back.

“Fuuuck,” Nick gasped as he hit the floor. He’d seriously underestimated the little spitfire. One second of carelessness, of letting his guilt at his rough handling of Josh get to him, and Josh had jerked his hands free then proceeded to whip Nick’s ass.

Nick sat on the floor cupping his bruised balls, shuddering as he heaved. He deserved the beatdown and more, he knew it. Josh would have been within his rights to kick Nick’s head in. Damn it, he’d really fucked up. All he’d wanted was a little information about Annabelle and Rory, the half-siblings he’d never been allowed to meet—who hadn’t, as far as he knew, been told of his existence.

Having seen Annabelle come in here with Josh a few weeks ago, he’d got this dumbass idea. Get close to Josh, pick his brain. He hadn’t counted on actually being attracted to the cute little fucker. It wasn’t like Nick was even gay, but touching the man, even kissing him, marking him, it hadn’t been a hardship or the least bit distasteful. Then, tonight, the depth of his desire for Josh had shocked Nick.

“Fucking terrified me,” he mumbled, feeling each beat of his heart in his aching balls.

Nick had wanted to take Josh right there against the wall, and it had freaked him the hell out.

Then there was the whole Annabelle thing—he wondered what Rory thought of that. Was he the over-protective big brother? Or did he not care what his sister did? How close were Rory and Annabelle? Nick’s heart squeezed as he imagined them growing up together, squabbling and teasing each other mercilessly, but always,
always
having each other’s back. It was a little fantasy he’d had hundreds of times when he’d been younger, except he’d been added to that mix, included and treated like he belonged. It would be nice to feel like he belonged somewhere.

Nick pushed himself up and slumped against the wall, his body stinging and his legs gelatinous. He couldn’t bite back a grin. Josh was a fighter, and that had been a surprise.

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impressed him. Nick’s grin faded as he replayed his behaviour in his mind. He’d scared the smaller man, hurt him, although that had been unintentional. Nick had truly only been trying to keep Josh with him. The idea of Josh hating him, of never seeing the man again had set off a panic in Nick, and he didn’t understand it. He wasn’t gay, he just wanted…he wanted…

“Fuck it.” Nick stumbled through the club, images of Josh’s expressions—adoring, lusty, angry, scared…hateful—all flicking through his head. Josh had been wrong about Nick being disgusted—or rather, he’d been right, but wrong about the reason. Nick had realised what a scumbag he was being, and how he’d fucked himself over by trying to manipulate Josh,
that’s
what had disgusted Nick. Maybe he hadn’t been too thrilled about Annabelle fucking two guys, either, but he could have adjusted. Instead, he’d been a complete and total ass, a bully, just like his father.

Ian Calhoun had ruled with the proverbial iron fist, keeping Nick and his mother under Ian’s thumb. And apparently he’d tried to do the same to Rory and Annabelle and failed, because those two had been disinherited and disowned. Rory for being gay, and Annabelle for refusing to cut her brother out of her life. Everything about their father had been unbendable, and, although Nick was loathe to admit it even in his own mind, pretty much unlovable.

Nick sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck. Josh really should have just stomped his goddamned brains out.

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Evan slapped at the alarm clock before the first note the obnoxious thing made was even halfway finished. He had a much better way to wake up his lovers. That thought chased away the last vestiges of exhaustion from the lack of sleep while also causing his dick to perk right up.

Surprised I can even get it up after all the fucking we did last night…and this morning.
He and Justin had agreed ahead of time that whatever happened between the three of them, if Annabelle came home with them, it would be all about pleasuring Annabelle. They’d focused on her, filling her warm, silky cunt with tongues, fingers, cocks, until the three of them had been unable to do much more than snuggle together and pass out for a few hours.

And now Evan wanted nothing more than to be buried in Annabelle again. Reaching over Annabelle, Evan found Justin’s cock already hard, wedged between the firm globes of Annabelle’s ass. Evan ran a finger over Justin’s rod and grinned when Justin woke, cursing softly as his hips shoved forward. Evan used that same finger and slid it between Annabelle’s sex-plumped folds, cursing himself as the creamy warm flesh clamped around his teasing digit.

“Oh yeah, more…”

Evan glanced up to find Annabelle staring at him through barely-opened lids. Her cheeks were flushed with desire, her full lips dark and parted. She looked decadent and debauched and Evan had to have her.

“Get the lube and condoms,” Justin rasped as he cupped Annabelle’s breast. Evan tore his gaze from Annabelle to give Justin a questioning look. Justin nodded and licked Annabelle’s neck from ear to shoulder. “It’s what you want, isn’t it, Belle?”

Annabelle didn’t hesitate. She cupped the hand at her breast with her own and squeezed. “Yes, God yes, please. Hurry, Evan.”

Evan let himself look at the image his two lovers made. Justin with his hair spikey and messy, his broad body pressed against Annabelle’s smaller one. Annabelle looked deliciously tousled, definitely well-fucked, and the way she ground back against Justin, wiggling her butt against his groin made Evan want to dive right into to Justin and Annabelle both.
Soon,
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I’ll have them soon.
He just didn’t think it would ever be soon enough, not when he ached for both of them. Dragging his gaze away was difficult, because Justin being pressed against Annabelle’s back like that was just hotter than hell, but staring wasn’t going to get them what they all wanted. In short order, Evan got what they needed.. He tossed a condom to Justin.

After sheathing himself Evan opened the lube while Justin lifted Annabelle’s outer leg.

“Just raise it like this,” Justin advised, his voice a thick purr that made Evan’s ass clench. That voice always made him spread his legs or drop down on all fours instantly, but right now he had something else in mind. Coating his fingers liberally with the viscous liquid, Evan watched Justin pluck at Annabelle’s nipples. The buds were tight and swollen, the skin red and abraded, and Annabelle was loving every minute of it, her hips rocking against Justin’s groin as she shoved her chest forward in a demand for more. Evan waited until she whimpered then he thrust two fingers into her pussy. The tight grip on his digits made Evan’s eyes cross. He couldn’t wait to be in that velvety vice.

“God, Evan, Justin, I need you!” Annabelle thrashed and writhed, and Evan had no doubt she was fully awake now. Justin locked his arm around Annabelle’s waist and rolled to his back, taking Annabelle with him so that she lay on her back on top of him.

Evan moved as well, settling on his knees between his lovers’ spread legs. He locked stares with Annabelle and asked, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Annabelle’s snarl was laced with so much frustration Evan almost snickered. Okay, so she was awake and aware, and aching.
Got it
.

Justin now had both hands on Annabelle’s tits, his thumbs and forefingers pinching and plucking. Evan grabbed the base of Justin’s cock and held it in position. Annabelle shifted position, still keeping her back to Justin, sitting up and straddling his groin. She sank down, enveloping Justin’s dick fully in one smooth glide. Evan was riveted by the sight of Justin’s body joined with Annabelle’s. Their moans inflamed Evan’s own need, causing a throbbing ache in his balls. Annabelle rode Justin slowly for a minute, her lashes fluttering as she sighed, sounding so content it made Evan’s heart swell nearly as much as his dick. Then she stopped, only to rise up and reposition herself until she was once again astride Justin’s cock, this time facing him. She glanced back over her shoulder at Evan, arched a brow, then turned back to face Justin as she lowered herself on top of him.

“Come here,” Annabelle ordered, arching her back like a cat being stroked. “I need you, Evan.”

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Evan’s lungs constricted, pushing his breath out in a
whoosh
. He wanted this…them, so bad it hurt. The fact that Annabelle hadn’t run off made him feel light inside, as if his blood was saturated in helium, and it ratcheted up his desire to a level he hadn’t often felt.

Scooting closer, he carefully lined his dick up to Annabelle’s stuffed pussy. Annabelle purred as Justin rolled his hips deep into the mattress. When only the tip of Justin’s shaft remained inside those constricting walls, Evan lined his dick up with Justin’s and fisted them both as best he could. Slowly, in minute increments that threatened to fry Evan’s brain, the two men worked their lengths into Annabelle’s sleek passage.

A long, guttural groan tore free from Annabelle as Evan and Justin rocked into her.

Evan hooked his hands around the top of her thighs and, on an unspoken cue, he and Justin thrust and seated themselves as deeply inside their Belle as they could.

Evan wanted to take a moment to study and imprint every detail of this event into his memories. He tried to absorb everything, but Annabelle made another one of those needy whimpering sounds that drove him wild.

“We’ve got you, baby,” Evan promised, then he tightened his grip on Annabelle’s thighs and began a slow series of thrusts. He couldn’t talk, couldn’t think, not with Justin’s cock rubbing against his, not with Annabelle’s inner muscles clenching and rippling, nearly pulling the cum right out of him. All he could do was what he wanted to do, and he was doing it right now. Evan increased the speed and force of his thrusts even though he wanted this to last for eternity. Justin’s cockhead was rubbing Evan just right, and the hot, silky feel of Annabelle’s sweet pussy was shattering Evan’s control. Needing Annabelle to come first, he slid a hand down, relishing the smooth sweat slicked skin and the neatly trimmed pale white pubic hair. His fingers brushed over Annabelle’s swollen clit and Annabelle bucked and shouted, her eyes shooting wide open.

“Yeah, Belle, fuckin’ hell,” Justin panted, his fingers working Annabelle’s nipples as his short jerky thrusts became harder and frantic. “Ev, Ev, baby…”

Yeah, Evan needed it too. His balls were drawn up so tight he thought they might have crawled up inside him, his thighs were quivering, and his stomach ached as a firestorm exploded inside him. His fingers pinched Annabelle’s pearl and Annabelle screamed, her whole body going taut as strung barbed wire.

Evan shoved his dick in deep as he roared his release, unable to move any more in the tight vice of Annabelle’s body. Justin’s gasped “Fuck fuck fuck!” morphed into a strangled BEND