Page 11 of Spilled Coffee

“C’mon, don’t be shy.” Logan’s voice broke through the haze. “You heard her… they’ve seen it all before.” He turned his head,locking eyes with Ethan, a smirk tugging the corners of his lips. But beneath the smirk was something else—a silent challenge, a hunger that made his eyes darker than usual.

Ethan inhaled, then forced himself to move. His body felt stiff and uncooperative, as though every muscle was conspiring against him as he flipped over onto his back.

There was no hiding it now—his erection sprang to attention, defying every desperate command to calm down.

Logan’s gaze swept shamelessly over his exposed body before settling on the obvious. “So,” he drawled, “that’s what you’ve been hiding.” His voice had dropped an octave, rougher around the edges, his fingers gripping the edge of his own table with unexpected force.

A chuckle broke the tension and Devon leaned back, arms crossed over his broad chest as he surveyed both men with an amused glint in his eyes. “Damn… Looks like we’ve got our hands full today.”

Ethan wanted to sink into the table and disappear forever. His heart pounded, but then there was something else—something darker threading through the shame. It wasn’t just mortification, it was something raw, something that made him feel exposed in ways far beyond physical nudity.

Devon caught Yvette’s eye across the room and exchanged a knowing look. “Maybe it’s a woman doing it that’s throwing you off,” he suggested casually. “Why don’t we switch? You take Logan, and I’ll do Ethan.”

He moved closer to Ethan’s table, looming above him like some kind of guardian—or tormentor—with hands already slicked with oil.

Ethan opened his mouth ready to protest—about what exactly, he wasn’t sure—but all that came out was an awkward… “Do me?”

The room went silent for half a heartbeat before Devon let out a booming laugh. Even Logan snorted, clearly enjoying every second of Ethan’s misery.

“Careful what you ask for, rookie,” Logan murmured, but despite his teasing words, his eyes held something almost protective as they rested on Ethan’s flushed face.

“Your massage,” Devon clarified between chuckles, clapping Ethan lightly on the shoulder. “Relax, man! Just figured you might loosen up if you had a guy working those knots.”

“Uh... yeah,” Ethan muttered, feeling like he’d stepped on some conversational landmine. “Sure.”

He lay back down, muscles locked tight despite the supposed goal of relaxation.

Devon wasted no time getting to work, his large hands pressing firmly into Ethan’s chest muscles with precision and power that spoke of years of experience. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, somewhere between pain and release, as knots Ethan hadn’t even known existed began to unravel.

“Jeez,” he hissed through clenched teeth as Devon worked lower over his ribcage and toward his stomach. His nipples peaked involuntarily, a reaction that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Sensitive there?” Devon asked casually, though there was a slight edge of amusement in his tone.

Ethan could only grunt, as his mind spun out of control. The pressure on his body sent jolts of electricity straight to places he desperately wished would calm down.

He closed his eyes against the onslaught of sensation but couldn’t block out the heat of Logan’s gaze, which burned into him even with his lids shut tight.

When he finally dared to open them, it was worse than he imagined. Logan was openly staring even as Yvette worked on his shoulders and arms. His breathing was visibly deeper thannormal, and he didn’t even pretend to look away when caught staring. Instead, he held Ethan’s gaze with an intensity that seemed to communicate something beyond words.

Ethan barely noticed Yvette anymore as scenarios played out in his head. Detailed images of his own fingers tracing the carved planes of Logan’s abdomen, his palms sliding down those powerful thighs, and…

A sudden pressure on his calf brought Ethan crashing back to reality as Devon bent his leg to work deeper into the muscle there.

“Holy shit,” he groaned before he could stop himself. The sound was raw and unfiltered—half pain from the massage, but mostly from everything else going on in his mind.

Devon finished with a firm slap to Ethan’s thigh that startled him. “Time’s up,” he announced before gently pushing him back when he tried to sit up too quickly. “Whoa there! Let those muscles relax for a minute first.”

Logan stretched languidly on his table like a cat waking from a nap before sitting up fully and securing a towel around himself without hurry or modesty.

As he stood up, his hand brushed against Ethan’s arm—a touch that lingered just a fraction too long to be accidental.

“Still want that sauna?” Devon asked, grabbing a fresh towel from the shelf.

“Absolutely!” Logan grinned wickedly. “We want everything.” His eyes met Ethan’s, and the double meaning in his words was unmistakable.

CHAPTER 6

The sauna hissedand steam curled out in lazy tendrils as Ethan opened the door.

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