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“If Oliver wants me to hang out too.” Fucking hell. I look at Toby from the corner of my eye, and he subtly nods, letting me know it's up to me. If he stays, will what Toby said in the shower happen? I want it to so damn bad, but I’m more than a little intimidated by them.

I clear my throat. “I’m fine with that.”

“Good boy,” Toby whispers. “You want me to take care of your problem now?” Is that why he left me hard? So, I’d make this decision? Who am I kidding? I would have made this choice either way.

I turn to face him, feeling bold. “Yes.”

He raises a black brow in a challenge. “Pull it out then.”

“I…uh–”

“That’s what I thought.”

Damn it. Why couldn’t I call his bluff?

*****

After breakfast, Toby brought me into the living room and turned on a movie. It took forever for my dick to go down, but I finally relaxed when it did. Now I’m curled up on the couch beside Toby with his arm around my shoulders. It felt nice to be normal like this, even with the sexual tension pulsing around the room.

Jace is sitting at the end of the couch, but I can feel his eyes on me occasionally. I have no clue what to say or do, so I stay snuggled against Toby’s side.

Toby kisses the top of my head. “What else do you want to watch?”

“I don’t care. You can pick.”

“Jace, it’s your turn.” He tosses the remote over my head, and Jace catches it one-handed.

He starts scrolling through the movies, and Toby's hand starts roaming. I should have known there was a reason that he threw a blanket over our legs. “Shhhh,” he says before massaging me through my sweatpants. I have to bite my lip to keep from making a sound.

“What about this one?” Jace asks.

“Looks good to me. What about you, Baby?” Damn him. Damn him all to hell.

“It’s fine with me.”

“Lift your hips,” Toby whispers. I do, and he tugs my pants down with my boxers. There’s no way Jace doesn’t know what’s going on right now. His big hand wraps around me, stroking in a tight grip.

“Toby. Fuck.”

“Be quiet. You make another noise, and I stop.” He knows it’s impossible for me to control my reactions, but I’m going to prove him wrong. He strokes harder, and I almost come off the couch. I look at Jace from the corner of my eye, and his eyes are on the TV, but his hands are balled in fists on his lap. “You want him to touch you, Baby? The ball is in your court. Move the blanket if the answer is yes. Just know that you’re playing by our rules if you do.”

I run through my options as fast as I can with the way Toby is stroking my cock. I look over at Jace, and he’s still staring at the TV but subtly shifts his hips. I can see his erection pushing against his jeans, and I think back to that night of the party. Being with him was nothing short of amazing, just like Toby. I could have a repeat of that minus one mask, but with these two, I’ll get to stare them in the face. I’ll get to touch them and watch them touch each other.

I kick the blanket off, and Jace finally looks at me. His eyes slowly crawl to Toby’s hand on my cock and back to my eyes. “Our little fuck toy wants to play?” he asks.

“He does,” Toby says. “But he wants something from us.”

“What’s that?” Jace asks, sitting up on the couch.

“Go ahead, Baby. Tell him.” Toby continues to stroke, and I lose all train of thought. “Tell. Him.”

“Fuck. I want to watch you guys together.”

Jace raises a brow. “You told him about us?”

“Was he not supposed to?”

“He’s usually more closed lip about it.”

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