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“Help me stop thinking. We’re best friends. I trust you when I don’t know who else I can trust. I know you won’t try to take advantage of me.” His voice sounds small. “Please?”
Javier looks apprehensive, but I see his eyes dart down to Talon’s lips.
Talon must pick up on it too, because he says, “It’s not like we’ve never wanted to. If we were…what the other needed, we would have been great together. I love you. You’re handsome and caring, and I’ve always been attracted to you. But I never wanted to ruin our friendship by not giving you what you really need.”
Javier swallows roughly, but his eyes soften. “You know I feel the same. Together, we would have been unstoppable. You’re a catch. I wish I was different.”
“I don’t,” Talon says quickly. “You’re perfect the way you are.”
“I’ll give you anything you need, babe.” He plants a hand on the side of Talon’s face, and Talon leans into the touch. “I’ll make you feel good right now, if that’s what it’ll take. Is this what you need?”
“Yes. You’re the only one I trust to make me feel better.”
I’m rooted to the spot as I watch Javier frame Talon’s face and bring him down for a soft kiss. Talon sighs against him, wrapping his arms around Javier’s neck, trying to get closer to him.
I lean against the jamb, watching them and willing my dick to deflate. They’re really fucking beautiful together. They move together like it’s the most natural thing they’ve ever done. Theytouch each other like they’re mapping the other’s body, though it’s like they know every dip and curve already.
Wrapping one arm around his waist, Javier flips Talon onto his back, settling between his legs as he kisses him thoroughly. They surge into each other, grinding together.
Javier pulls his mouth away and drags Talon’s shirt over his head, revealing his smooth brown skin and lithe frame. My hand drifts down to my cock, rubbing myself through my pants, though I don’t reach inside. Any sudden movement might draw attention to me, and I don’t want to stop watching them.
“You sure about this?” Javier asks, looking down at Talon. I wish I could see his face. I know it has to be full of heat and questions.
“Yeah, I am,” Talon answers eagerly.
Javier drops to the floor, making quick work of Talon’s pants. He pulls out his rock hard dick, stroking him from base to tip. I lick my lips, Talon’s cock is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen—thick, about average length, and leaking.
God, what am I thinking? Since when have I ever found a man’s dick beautiful? Is it because of I’m fucking exhausted? Is my tiredness playing tricks on me?
All thoughts leave my brain when Javier opens his mouth and sucks Talon down to the base, his nose brushing his trimmed pubic hair.
Talon moans, pushing his hands into Javier’s hair as Javier slowly bobs up and down.
I take a step back, wanting to give them their privacy, but before I go completely unnoticed, Talon’s eyes lock with mine through the crack. His heavy-lidded gaze goes wide for a few beats, then Javier must do something that feels good because he hisses and tosses his head back, thrusting his hips upward. I take that opportunity to silently return to my room.
Before I climb between the sheets, I reach into my bag and pull out my gun, making sure it’s loaded with safety is on before I thrust it under my pillow.
Lying on my back, I throw an arm over my eyes and replay what I just saw. Yeah, Javier said he and Talon want the same thing, but from what I just witnessed, he would still give Talon what he needed. They’re best friends. They love each other and want what’s best for the other.
I’m not sure what I’m feeling right now. It’s not jealousy—quite the opposite, actually. But I…I wanted to be in that bed with them. I wanted to touch them. Wanted to kiss them and learn their bodies. That pull to them is so strong that I have to force myself to stay in bed and not march across the sitting room and get in bed with them.
Not even the feelings I had for Olivia were this strong. Could I have been bi this whole time and never known it because I didn’t explore my sexuality? After …Phoenix, my mind was on other things. Figuring out who I was interested in wasn’t on my radar. At the ripe age of thirty-five, am I questioning who I am?
Barely keeping my eyes open, sleepiness washes over me, blanketing me like a shroud. I fight to keep them open so I can continue to think, but sleep wins out and I’m plunged into dreams.
The heat sears across my back, hot enough to set me ablaze. But I just have eyes for her. She brings a shaky hand up to my face, blood dripping from her fingers to coat my cheek.
“Kill them,” she tells me, her bloodied teeth flashing in the light of the flames. “Kill them all.”
“I will. I promise,” I tell her. I bend to kiss her, but she’s gone. My arms are empty.
Looking up from my place on the ground, I see Joyner sitting on the porch, half of his head missing and the Desert Eagle in his hands.
“You’re one of the poor people I left behind,” Joyner says. “That’s why you did this?”
“No. Where is she?”
“She’s mine,” he tells me, blood dripping from his open head wound, his chest wet with the crimson fluid. She sits beside him, her head on his shoulder. Joyner wraps a possessive arm around her, drawing her into him. “She’s mine.”
