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  Jaw cramping from the amount of molar grinding he was silently enduring, Beau averted his gaze from Van’s and swiftly donned his own condom. Al nibbled her bottom lip and wiggled in her straps. Beau had no clue if she’d intended her movements to be a provocative invitation, but his dick naturally reacted with a stiff call to action. Groaning, he spooned her from behind, his hips molding to the soft contours of her ass cheeks. She performed her seductive little jiggle again, this time blatantly riding the rigid length of his cock with her butt. He slipped his arms around her. Palming the lush fullness of her breasts, he nuzzled her neck. She arched in the stirrups, the restraint pulling taut while she positioned herself on the straining head of his dick. Before she could sink onto him fully, he coasted his hands to her waist and pinned her to him, leaving her suspended on the tip of his shaft.

  The snug clasp of her pussy was sheer heaven. Every instinct he possessed roared at him to bury himself inside her with one deep, hard thrust, but the anticipation provided its own delicious level of torment.

  Rocking his hips in a slow circle, he bobbed Allie on his cock, allowing her no more than the shallowest of penetrations. A desperate moan worked its way from her throat. The sound sizzled along his nerve endings, adding to the liquid rush of desire thrumming through his system. Van took his post on the opposite side of Al, the intensity in his gaze damn near combustible as he skated his hand down her belly. Beau knew the exact moment Van made contact with her clit because she tensed, her pussy squeezing him in a wet, velvety vise. He hissed a breath between his teeth. “I’m not gonna last worth shit if you both keep that up.”

  Van cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah? Well, I know a few handy tricks might take care of that problem.”

  “Counting baseball stats doesn’t do jack for—” The remainder of Beau’s words rear-ended each other as Van unexpectedly pressed the area between Beau’s ball sac and his anus. He flinched, a curse sputtering from him before he could rope it into submission.

  “Yep, gotta admit that one doesn’t do much for me either. Sucks, but taint much you can do about it.”

  Oh, you are fucking hilarious, asshole.

  Van grinned, the wolfish flash of his teeth making it perfectly clear that he easily read every murderous thought currently cycling through Beau’s head. “Think about it, anything involving balls and hard bats is gonna stack the odds against us.” Van’s tone might have been casually amused and innocent, but the same sure as shit couldn’t be said for his fingers. When they grew infinitely bolder, edging closer to the danger zone, Beau instinctively clenched his butt cheeks.

  The challenging glint igniting Van’s gaze stirred equal amounts of lust and trepidation in Beau. There was no damn way he should be hungering for any part of Van being inside his ass, whether it be his finger or something...else. But while the reasoning side of Beau’s brain stubbornly clung to that evaluation with all it had, the weaker, troubling portion of his psyche craved the illicit invasion.

  No matter how hard he fought it, he couldn’t kill the shivery anticipation seizing his body. Which wasn’t exactly aiding his other dilemma of not coming too soon. As if she’d plugged into his thoughts and was determined to test his lasting power, Al tightened her inner muscles, sucking him deeper into her soaked cunt. A bead of sweat making tracks down his spine, he nipped the side of her neck. “Baby, you’re not helping matters here.”

  “Oops. Sorry.” The tiny giggle that escaped her hinted that she was anything but. “I guess all this talk about hard bats has me a wee bit excited.” She flexed her kegels again.

  He groaned, his eyes crossing at her impressive grip on him. “Sweet Jesus. Where did you learn to do that?”

  She snickered. “You can thank my trusty Ben Wa balls for the only exercise I regularly keep up with.”

  He didn’t know whether to praise them or whimper for mercy.

  Fortunately, her mention of sex toy workouts distracted Van. Dropping his hand from Beau’s ass, he licked his lips. “Did you bring the balls with you, by chance?”

  “Uh, no. Why?”

  “We could have fucked you with them in.”

  Judging from the wet ripple of flesh surrounding him, Beau wasn’t the only one massively turned on by Van’s statement.

  “I didn’t know it was possible to do that.” A high dose of intrigue colored Allie’s tone.

  “Takes a little skill and care, but the sensation is pretty damn incredible, particularly when there’s a smooth, steady rhythm of the balls rolling over your G Spot. Guaranteed to make you come like crazy.” A carnal growl rumbling from him, Van nibbled a path along Al’s jaw.

  She angled her face toward Beau, allowing Van more room to work. “Well, I can see how that would be awesome for me. But what would you guys get out of it?”

  “Oh, sweetheart.” Chuckling, Van rerouted his kisses and smooched her forehead. “It’s a special gift for us every single time you come.”

  “But you’re the ones giving me the orgasms. So technically it’s the other way around in the gifting department,” she pointed out.

  Beau caressed her ribcage. “Consider it a two-way street—we provide the pleasure, and your orgasm is our reward.”

  She snuggled into him. “Hm, that’s a nice way to look at it.”

  “There is another benefit that goes without saying.” Van swirled his thumb along her nipple. “But I’ll say it anyway. When your tight little pussy muscles were milking my cock, I was in fucking heaven. All I’ve been able to think about for the last half hour is experiencing it again.”

  Allie’s hitched breath and the telltale fluttering of the drenched tissues hugging Beau’s dick warned of how close she straddled the edge. He shot Van a look that apparently required no deciphering, judging by how quickly Van guided the head of his cock in place against the base of Beau’s shaft.

  His jaw locked in determination, Van inched his way inside Allie. “Not without me, sweetheart.”

  She gave a pleading whimper, the trembling tension intensifying in her limbs when Van pushed inside another inch. The wet, snug haven surrounding Beau vised him tighter. If that wasn’t enough to blanket him with a fresh coat of sweat, the persuasive glide of Van’s shaft threatened to shove Beau past the breaking point. Van’s piercing nudged the sensitive underside of Beau’s cockhead before grazing the crown. Beau bit back a groan. Despite him trying to snuff the sound, it was evident enough to snag Van’s attention. His eyes gleaming with sinful intent, Van reversed course, deliberately dragging the barbell back and forth along the slit in Beau’s cock. Even with the thin layer of latex, the sensation was tantalizing as fuck. If her panting gasps were any indication to go by, Allie was receiving just as much benefit from the opposing metal ball on Van’s PA.

  “G-guys, I think I’m going to—” A strained breath shot from Allie when Van retreated an inch before pumping deeper, the tail end of his stroke sliding the bottom of his piercing over Beau again. A fierce shudder racked her and she cried out, her pussy muscles drawing tight, contracting like a fist around their cocks.

  “Fuck.” Beau gripped her hip with one hand, the groan he’d attempted to cage earlier slipping free unchecked. His thrusts picking up pace, Van continued his relentless quest to string Al’s orgasm to the absolute max, in the process amping Beau’s torment. Between the damn piercing and the choke-hold Al had on his dick, there was no feasible way he’d last another minute.

  That undeniable fact became magnified a million times over when Van grabbed a hold of Beau’s ass cheek and slammed deeper into Al. “Fuck, you both feel good.”

  Van’s guttural pronouncement instigated a slow burn through Beau. Giving in to the inevitable, he locked his knees and countered Van’s strokes with his own shallow thrusts. The erotic soundtrack of Allie’s cries, Van’s grunts, and the wet slap of flesh proved to be Beau’s undoing.

  A hedonistic wave of pleasure pulling him under, he closed his eyes and hammered into Al with one hard, deep stroke. The lingering pulse of her clima
x surrounded him, sucked him into the vortex right along with her. The intensity of his orgasm hitting him like a runaway freight train, he shuddered and instinctively steadied himself by grasping Van’s shoulder. That proved to not be his smartest move ever because Van apparently took that as an open invitation to slide his fingers between Beau’s ass cheeks again. Even without actual penetration, the bold caress managed to shoot Beau’s already explosive release into the territory of a nuclear meltdown. Smothering an oath, he shook uncontrollably through the brunt of it, until he swore every ounce of his life force had been drained from his body. Struggling to recover his equilibrium, he started to withdraw from Allie, but the firm pressure of Van’s fingers stalled him short.

  Determination flashing in his gaze, Van surged deeper into Al, rocking against Beau’s already stiffening shaft with each persuasive swivel of his hips. In less time than he cared to analyze, Beau’s arousal climbed to peak level status. Though it was fucking impossible to comprehend, given the fact he’d just came his brains out, imminent climax loomed on the horizon again. The second the realization dawned in his mind, Allie’s pussy clamped him tight, her orgasm the ultimate catalyst that milked what little seed he had left from him. A lusty groan announcing that he’d finally submitted to his own damnable teasing, Van gave one last thrust, the pulse and throb of his release noticeable through the thin latex of the Trojans.

  The moment his head stopped spinning and a modicum of his energy returned, Beau slipped out of Allie and went to pitch his condom before assisting Van with the harness straps. He gently rubbed the circulation back into Allie’s arms before kissing the faint reddened imprint marking her wrists.

  “That was...beyond words.” Pure sexual satiation complimented the dreamy contentment in her voice. A mischievous smile tipped her mouth. “So... what do we do next?”

  Van chuckled. “Yep. Definitely created a monster.”

  Beau stared at them both, the unease in his gut unrelenting. Without question, the monster they’d created encompassed more than just Allie’s unquenchable appetite for kinkiness. And he had a bad feeling this Pandora’s Box wouldn’t be easily relocked for safekeeping.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Van cracked a yawn and stole a glance toward the ceiling. Beau still hadn’t shown his face yet. Lazy fucker. Must be nice sneaking in some extra Z’s while hard working shmucks picked up the slack. Snorting, he shook his head and continued wiping down the stationary bikes with disinfectant.

  Truthfully, he couldn’t really blame Beau for sleeping in. There sure as shit hadn’t been much opportunity for any shut-eye last night. Recalling their marathon of sexual excesses, he readjusted his track pants in an attempt to relieve some of the friction in the suddenly tight quarters of his boxer briefs.

  He was no virgin when it came to kinky sex play, but what they’d shared had surpassed every single experience he’d partaken in before last night. Without a doubt, Allie and Beau were the catalysts behind it all. Hot, edgy fucking was well and good, and something he’d indulged in more times than he could count. Minus an emotional connection, that’s usually all it boiled down to—fucking. With Allie and Beau, it went miles beyond a simple coupling of flesh. Sure, he could feed himself lies regarding his feelings for them. Swear it was nothing beyond lust and a major case of blue balls all these years.

  He’d never been much good at bullshitting himself, though. No, that was definitely Beau’s MO, not his.

  He veered his focus back to the ceiling. Fuck, was that why Beau holed himself up in his apartment? To put off facing the repercussions of last night?

  You bet your goddamn ass that’s what it is. Growling under his breath, Van tossed the antibacterial-soaked rag aside. After fetching the key from their office, he stalked to the rear vestibule and freed the lock. He took the stairs two at a time and hauled short in front of the apartment door, awarding it three hard raps with his fist. When there was no immediate answer, he followed it up with a couple more bangs for good measure.

  A moment later, the door cracked open, revealing a deliciously scruffy and bleary-eyed Beau. He gifted Van a wary look. “What the hell is your problem?”

  Rather than reply to the surly demand, Van shoved the door the rest of the way open, knocking Beau back a step. “Stop being a chicken shit pussy.”

  Beau’s eyes narrowed. “What did you call me?”

  “You heard me fine.” Ignoring his best friend’s incinerating death glare, Van strode past him and inspected the beaten-to-hell pillow and rumpled blanket strewn on the farthest end of the sectional. “What’s the matter? Boogie Man under your bed again?”

  “Suck my dick, asshole.”

  He gave Beau a considering look. “Sorry, but you’re gonna have to ask nicer than that, Mr. Cranky Pants.”

  A flush stole across Beau’s cheeks. “It wasn’t an offer.”

  “No?” Van cocked an eyebrow. “But we both know you’d like it to be. Just like we both know the real Boogie Man is the one camped out in your head, convincing you it’s better to live a lie than give in to your true nature.”

  Beau averted his gaze. “You’re wrong.”

  “Yeah? Then I guess I’m also mistaken about how much you loved me directing you to go down on Al.”

  A telltale flicker of heat flared in Beau’s eyes before he quickly banked it. “You’re lucky I didn’t smash a fist into your goddamned nose.”

  “Hm. Didn’t seem to me like you had any problem eating her pussy.”

  “That isn’t what I have an issue with and you fucking know it.” Beau jabbed a finger in Van’s chest. “You had no right to Top me like that.”

  “Are you mad because I did it? Or because you enjoyed being Topped?”

  “Both.” An instant after the angry admission escaped Beau, a weighty silence settled between them. The renewed wash of color rushing across Beau’s face verified that he’d had zero intention of confirming Van’s suspicions.

  Too bad. Now that Beau officially let the cat out of the bag, there was no way Van would let it slink back into its hidey-hole. Feeling like he was tiptoeing across an active minefield, Van calmly grasped the finger Beau still had jammed against his sternum, his grip tightening when Beau attempted to break their connection. “Why does it scare you?”

  “It doesn’t. I just don’t like you holding my hand like I’m your damn girlfriend.”

  The peevishness of Beau’s expression prodded a laugh from Van. “Your legs need some major electrolysis before I start calling you my girlfriend. And don’t even get me started on these calluses.” He ran his thumb teasingly along the outside of Beau’s, relishing the visible shiver his stubborn mule of a partner failed to cover. “Which has you more skittish? Relinquishing control, or the thought of being with a guy?”

  Beau’s gaze remained hooded. Despite the obvious ploy to lock him out, Van persevered on. “I was twenty-two and in way over my head the first time I had sex with a man. Trust me, I know what it means to be freaked the fuck out when it comes to handling any dick other than my own.”

  A tiny fraction of the guardedness abandoned Beau. “You’ve never talked about it before.”

  “You never asked.”

  Beau rolled his eyes. “Call me crazy, but I figured it’d be awkward.”

  “And now it’s different?”

  “No. If you want to ramble on about it, though, not much I can do to stop you, fucking Chatty Cathy.”

  His crotchety sarcasm was at an all-time high. Meaning he really wanted to hear the story. A good indication Van was on the right track for getting him to open up and confront his fears. It took every ounce of willpower Van possessed not to pump his fist in victory. “It happened about four months into my second training season with Corey.”

  Beau’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. “Wait, are you telling me you had sex with Smash McRay?”

  Van nodded and snipped a chuckle when Beau’s jaw nearly bounced off of the floor. “Shocked, I take it?”

  “Y
a think?” Beau gave a disbelieving shake of his head. “The man is a motherfucking legend. I didn’t even know he swung that way.”

  “He doesn’t openly advertise it. I didn’t have a clue until he mentioned it in between a couple of brews at O’Flannigans.”

  Beau’s eyebrows threatened to get lost in his hairline. “How the hell did that conversation pop up?”

  “We were comparing notes on the adrenaline rush that always accompanies a match. After I admitted to Corey that I tended to be obsessed with getting laid afterward, he generously offered himself for the taking.” Van scratched his nape, the vivid memory cycling through his mind. He’d nearly leaped out of the booth when his trainer backed up his proposal by casually dropping his hand in Van’s lap and stroking him through the denim of his jeans.

  “Jesus. What did you do?” Beau grunted at Van’s cocked eyebrow. “Yeah, I know you fucked him. What I mean is how did you initially react? And don’t try to tell me you immediately hustled him out into the parking lot and plowed his ass six ways to Sunday in the back seat of your old Bronco. Not gonna buy it, no matter what a freaky-dink horndog you are.”

  Van shrugged. “I honestly didn’t know what to say at first.” Kinda hard to come up with the right words when his junk was getting fondled by the same dude who’d mopped the floor with him in the boxing ring less than an hour prior.

  “No shit?” Beau snorted. “Can’t imagine why that’d be.”

  Van chuffed in agreement. “Anyway, a few beers later I had enough liquid encouragement in me to give it some serious thought. Didn’t tell him yes that night. Took another three weeks and some heavy flirtation on Corey’s part to wear me down. In the end, he won the round by wrapping up our sparring session with one of the hottest blowjobs I’d ever gotten up to that point in my life.”

  A strange look crossed Beau’s face. “What? He just sucked you off right there in the ring?”