Three More Wishes (21 page)

"Excellent. Yes. If the client wants to go to LA, absolutely." James clicked the headset off, nodding happily that three more files could be closed. For once, there was no drama, no complaints, simply three happy clients. Maybe he wouldn't have to kill Damien after all.

As if thinking of him had conjured the man up, there Damien was with that cocksure smile of his, Guard right behind him.

"How did you two get in here?"

"I have a key, remember?" Guard held up his emergency key. "You didn't answer when we knocked. We were worried."

"I was working. I'm fine."
Now go away
.

"Everyone get off okay?" Guard's grin and twinkling eyes told him the man had very much meant that double entendre.

"Dipshit." James actually chuckled. "Yes. Three solid fantasies. We earned our pennies."

"We charge a hell of a lot more than pennies." Damien was such an asshole.

"Fuck off. I could cut you off." He rolled back from his desk; he needed a drink. A celebratory drink.

"Then who would go find you the perfect jobs? Perfect hires, perfect fantasies." Damien's grin became even more shit-eating, if that was possible. "Did I or did I not score big?"

James looked over at Guard, hoping for help.

"How about we all just have a beer and toast to a job well done?" Guard gave him a hopeful smile.

"One beer." One.

"Spoilsport." Damien's hand dropped down onto his shoulders, rubbing.

Oh. His head fell forward, just for a second. Damien took full advantage, rubbing harder.

"I need to get our beers." He rolled forward.

Guard was right there, though, three longnecks in his hands and that hopeful smile still on his face.

"Just let me touch a second, huh, Wheels?" He hated that sad sound in Damien's voice.

Guard crouched down in front of him. "He loves you. We both do."

"You can't. I won't let you."

"You already did." Guard leaned in, lips pressing against his.

He was trapped between them, Damien's hands and Guard's lips. Guard's tongue slipped along his lips, asking to be let in. He couldn't do this. He couldn't love them again. He... God, Guard tasted good.

Guard's tongue slipped in, teasing against his teeth, and Damien's hands worked the muscles in his shoulders. They were not doing this. They weren't. James' hands curled around the arms of his chair.

Guard's hands cupped his cheeks, tilting his head a little to the right, and behind him, Damien groaned. Dame's thumbs found the tight muscles between his shoulders, pushing hard. Guard pushed in closer, chest pressing against his.

"I can't." He moaned the words against Guard's lips.

"Why not?" Damien asked. "We did the other day.”

"I'm not loving you two."

"Please?" Guard's eyes begged him.

"Shh." He reached out, finger across Guard's lips.

Guard licked his finger and then drew it in between his lips, sucking gently. Oh. Oh, fuck. He shifted, ass sliding on the seat. Damien moaned, hands stuttering on his shoulders as Guard kept sucking, eyes holding his gaze. God, he ached, his prick hard and throbbing.

One of Guard's hands dropped, palmed him through his shorts.

"Jesus, James. You smell so good." Damien sounded like he'd swallowed a frog.

"Like magic." Guard let go of his prick, only to start working on undoing his shorts.

"Yes." Damien's mouth was by his ear. "Love."

Guard nodded, hand wrapping around his naked cock. "Love."

"I can't..." Oh, God.

"Shh. That's just a knee-jerk reaction." Guard started stroking him.

"We can. We can. Fuck, man. I want to ride you, want to feel you inside me." Damien whispered the words, breath hot as deep summer.

"Oh, fuck. Yes. Please, James." Guard begged so prettily.

"I can't."

Damien had gotten naked somehow and was in his lap, eyes burning. "Please. Please. I need you."

Guard's hand kept working his cock. "You're hard as a rock, James. I'd say you can."

Guard helped guide him in, Damien's ass like a flame as they touched. The son of a bitch was slick. Damien took him in, head falling back on a cry, and James reached for him, hands around Dame's waist.

"God. Look at the two of you." Guard sounded like he was in pain.

"In me. James. Oh, fuck, baby. I missed you."

He knew. He knew, and he hated it, but right now he didn't care. He didn't care about anything. He needed.

"Fuck. Oh, God. James." Damien was babbling, word after word, all full of need.

Guard was sharing kisses with them, him and then Dame, and then him again. James focused on slamming Damien into him, onto him, over and over, the chair rocking underneath them.

"Fuck. Fuck." Guard and Dame were both down to one syllable words, grunts.

His cock ached, his body focused on nothing but his balls, on the heat around his prick. Guard slid his hands down, pinched his nipples through his shirt. His fingers clenched, and he pulled Dame down harder. Damien cried out, hands landing on his shoulders and digging in.

"Please. Please, baby. Let me come." Damien sounded desperate, so needy.

He moaned, shook his head. "Not 'til I say."

Guard's low groan filled the air. "Hear that, Dame? You have to wait until James says you can come."

"Yes. Yes. God. Baby."

James closed his eyes, hiding from their boy, their lover. Guard's kisses roamed over his face, his ears, his neck.

"Guard." He couldn't do this, couldn't handle it, but damn it, he couldn't stop it, either.

"You going to let him come, babe? You going to let our boy come?"

"Our boy." He almost sobbed, his fingers digging in to the world's most perfect ass.

"Yes. Yes. Please, James, let me come." Damien bounced on his cock, eyes pleading with him.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and then Guard's hand slid up, cupped his balls and squeezed. "Come. Come for me, boy. Now."

Damien screamed, spunk spraying between them. Guard's cry sounded in his ear, as well, the scent of their come filling his nose.

James' balls emptied, Guard's fingers rolling them, so hot. Then Damien kissed him, lips burning his, lingering on his mouth.

When their lips parted, Damien was crying, tears streaking the man's face. "Forgive me."

He shook his head. "I can't do that now."

One day the man would understand that he already had and now there was nothing left for him to forgive.

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