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“You do?” Fox studied the fabric in his hands. It was—or it had been—some short-sleeved button-down with a sort of retro Hawaiian print. Was this hipster fashion? Did hipsters still even exist? More to the point… “I’m clearly notoverwhelmingyou correctly if you’re fussing over a thrift-store shirt.”

“It’s not a thrift—” Colin paused, cocking his head. “Actually, it is. But Ilikedit.”

Fox held his hands up in supplication. “Won’t happen again. I will diligently unbutton every button next time,” he promised.

“Good.” Colin shifted on his lap, his erection brushing against Fox’s. “And as for overwhelm, all you’ve done is kiss me so far, so—” He waved a dismissive hand, the little fuck.

It hadnotjust been kissing, not with the way Colin had been writhing and thrusting against Fox, his delightfully hard cock pressing against Fox’s stomach, as if Colin might come in his pants exactly like he had with Dane’s bite.

Fox smirked, amused by Colin’s attempt to be blasé. “And what would you like me to do to you, little lamb? Besidesjust kissing.”

Colin’s brow furrowed, his long, slender fingers toying with the fabric of Fox’s shirt. “I don’t think I like that question.”

Right. Because he was an overthinker, their Colin, retreating into his head too easily. It was clear to anyone watching him closely, and Fox had been watching himveryclosely.

It couldn’t have been easy for him in the bedroom, with his brain working a mile a minute like that. Maybe that was why Colin had reacted so beautifully to Fox and Dane discussing him like he wasn’t there, that time on the couch. Talking about himlike he was their plaything. Like he was theirs to decide what to do with.

Fox hadn’t missed the way Colin’s hips had stuttered, the way he had shivered, every time they’d done it. Colin didn’t want to be asked. He wanted to betold. And maybe not even directly.

Fine by Fox.

He pulled Colin’s hips closer, reveling in the feel of his cock pressed against him. “Then stop your grumbling and let me kiss you.”

Colin opened his mouth—no doubt to say something pissy—and Fox took advantage, threading his fingers through Colin’s soft hair and thrusting his tongue into that open mouth.

He worked open Colin’s shorts with his other hand, not pushing them down just yet, but pushing his hand in, grabbing at the bare skin of Colin’s ass. There wasn’t much to get a hold of—not much meat on his bones—but that didn’t matter, not when his skin was smooth and hot, the muscles bunching as Colin desperately sought friction once again.

He caressed the crease, his fingers dipping in every so often, rubbing dry against the puckered skin of Colin’s hole. He’d said he wasn’t a virgin. He’d said he didn’t want to top. Would he let Fox fuck him? It was almost enough to make Fox lose his mind, just the thought of it. His devil was practically going feral inside him, desperate to claim, to take.

He broke the kiss off again, ignoring Colin’s whine as he nuzzled his ear. “You got lube in here, slayer?”

Colin shook his head, his eyes glassy.

Fox tugged at his earlobe with blunt teeth, loving the way Colin shivered. “No worries, my lamb. Dane will grab some for us.” He shot a look over Colin’s shoulder. “Won’t you, Dane?”

Colin twisted with a start to face the doorway. He obviously hadn’t heard the telltale sounds of Dane returning home, but Fox had. It was like a little gift for his brother—what could bebetter to come home to than a flushed and partially debauched Colin?

Fox could feel Dane’s desire through the bond, just as he could see it in the taut tension of his jaw, the heat in his gaze as he took in the sight of a shirtless Colin on Fox’s lap, Fox’s hand dipping into the back of his shorts.

“You’re home,” Colin said, his voice uncharacteristically tender.

That was one way to soften that prickly exterior, apparently—kiss him senseless and grab his ass.

Good to know.

Dane didn’t say anything at all, just nodded to Fox and stalked off down the hall.

Colin’s brow furrowed as he bit into his lower lip. “Is he upset?”

“Not upset, little lamb,” Fox reassured. “Just so turned on he can’t handle it. He’s coming back.”

“You’re sure?”

Something warm unfurled in Fox’s chest. Colin worried. He worried about Dane. His reactions. His feelings. That meant he cared.

How long had it been since anyone other than Fox had done so?

Fox almost couldn’t take it. “I’m positive.” He tugged at the hem of Colin’s shorts. “Take these off. Let’s give him something tasty to return to.”

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