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him. I wanted to come with him, but my neglected dick had other ideas. It wanted a touch, a mouth, something to give it pleasure.

When Matthew's body stilled, Richard encouraged him to lie down. “Luke, flip over onto your hands and knees.” He swatted at my hip and helped me turn and slide up the bed.

With the slack in the chains, I crossed my arms in front of me. My head down and my ass in the air, my body shook with need and hunger.

“Hang on.” Richard petted my ass before leaving the bed.

Matthew kissed my back and licked along my spine in a sated, relaxed performance. I moaned and rocked with his touch. I ached. “Matthew, so hard.”

“Yeah, Luke. Richard's going to help you.” His hand rubbed in circles on my back. A fire ignited every place he touched.

Richard returned and wrapped a rope around one of my ankles. He draped it over the edge of the bed and tied it off using a metal loop on the floor. He gave my other ankle the same treatment until he had me tied open.

My legs shook as they held my weight. I needed more. “Tighter.”

Richard knelt behind me. I heard him opening the rubber. “They're tight enough.” He ran a hand along my back from my ass to my shoulder and back down, smearing the sheen of sweat that clung to me. “I won't hurt you.”

Matthew whispered in my ear. “You're sexy as hell, Luke. No one's ever let me fuck them the way you do.” His words both thrilled and angered me. He'd been with too many goddamn selfish lovers. He made a great top. If he had wanted to, he should've been given the opportunity more than he obviously had in the past. I'd have told him how good he was at it, if only they hadn't stolen my voice as Richard entered me and Matthew slid his hand under my body and gripped my cock.

I drifted between them, my body on fire, their touches spot on, hitting all the right places, moving with the right speed. Had they crawled inside my goddamn head and read my mind?

With a few more strokes, I came. My legs trembled. It was all I could do to hold myself up.

Richard's hot breath blew over the base of my neck as he came. He fell forward and said, “I didn't know— I didn't know it'd get better.”

I shuddered. My body needed to stop betraying me.

A moment later, Matthew's hands worked at my ankles while Richard retrieved the key and unlocked my wrists. I shook more as they freed me. Richard caught me and lowered me to the bed. He spread out next to me, and Matthew crawled up and landed on him.

I sank into the mattress and enjoyed the blissful moments between the end of sex and my conscious awareness of what I should or should not be doing.

Warm. Calm. Relaxed. At peace.

I didn't want to move. I wanted to lie there until someone dragged me out of that room.

“Luke, don't fall asleep,” Richard said. “We have a huge bed upstairs.”

Matthew sat up and patted my stomach. “Come on, sleepyhead.”

Richard's large arms enveloped me, and he helped me off the bed. I was wrecked. I had no memory of the walk upstairs. I'd never been so out of it after sex. I drifted toward sleep as soon as I hit the sheets. Richard's low, husky whisper roused me.

“I think we should get tested. Since you'll be staying for a while, huh? We could at least get rid of the rubbers for blowjobs. Then maybe later... ” He didn't finish.

“Uh-huh. Okay.” I'd freak later. For the moment, I wanted it all.

Richard smiled and planted a kiss on my lips. “Tomorrow, then. Test should be back in a week or two.”

“Any place open on Sundays?” Matthew asked.

“I think so,” he said. “I know a place we can call.”

Their voices trailed off as I floated away. All I could think about was taking a taste of something I hadn't had in a long time.

Chapter Fourteen

“I hope you don't mind me using the number you left.”

Monday morning was half over and I was busy reviewing lines of a program that wouldn't run when the phone rang.

I couldn't help but smile when I heard Matthew's voice.

“Not at all,” I said. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” He hurried to say the rest. “Richard called, said he's got a last minute dinner meeting. I thought I'd give you a call, find out what you might want to eat tonight.”

“How about we order in? I have a feeling you'll be cooking more than me. Let me treat you.”

“Oh, okay.”

“What sounds good?” I asked.

He didn't respond.

“It's just dinner. Anything you'd like.”

“Okay. Um, Italian? There's a great place on Madison. Dominic's. They have the best ravioli.”

“Yeah, I know it. I'll pick it up on my way home.”

“Thanks, Luke.”

“See you tonight. And Matthew?”

“Yeah?”

“You can call me whenever you want to.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks.”

I hung up and stared at the phone for another minute, the smile lingering too long.

The weekend hadn't gone badly.

In fact, it'd been the best time I'd had in a hell of a long time. We'd continued with the amazing sex the three of us seemed destined to have. I'd come more times than I ever had in one weekend since I'd joined the club. Hell, since I was fifteen. And I'd enjoyed the time out of bed as much as the time in it.

Even the damn tests hadn't freaked me, at least not yet. I couldn't bring myself to tell them no. Matthew and Richard's excitement radiated. They didn't say anything, but the sex when we returned home from the clinic had said it all. I was nearly as incoherent as I'd been the night before. We slept with Matthew between us, his head on Richard's chest, his arm draped over my waist.

I still hadn't freaked.

It would come. When the results came in, I'd be expected to follow through and do