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take my eyes off my plate as I said the simple words. Neither man ever left me wishing I had someone new to be with. It was hard to accept, but I wouldn't lie to them. I looked up. Two stunned men stared at me. “What? Have I not been acting like I'm enjoying myself?”

“Yes, you have. I just... ” Richard trailed off.

“You admitted it,” Matthew said.

“I thought it would have been obvious with every orgasm.”

“That was obvious,” Richard said. “But what about when we weren't in bed?”

“I've enjoyed your company. I mean... ” I sighed and threw my hands in the air. “What do you want me to say?”

Richard got up and hunched next to my chair. He cupped my cheek and forced me to look at him. “The truth.”

“I'm not sorry to be here. I've had a great time. Hell, I like you two more than anyone else in my life right now.” I squeezed my eyes closed. Shut up. Shut up. I looked at Richard again. “There. Happy?”

He swept his palm over my cheek. “Why, yes, I am. I like you, Luke.” He glanced over at Matthew. “And you too. I think this whole thing is working out as I hoped it would.”

Matthew moaned.

I laughed a quick, unruly chuckle, partly to ease the tension in my chest, and partly because he was making sex noises and we were only talking.

I guess we'd said enough, or too much depending on one's point of view. Richard pulled me to him and kissed me, slow and gentle. It didn't take long for Matthew to kneel next to Richard and join us.

I lost all coherent thought with each kiss. The intensity built, need burning through every touch, every lingering caress of lips and hands.

I stripped Matthew of his clothes and took off my own while Richard got undressed. I grabbed Matthew and led him to the other end of the long table. I kissed him and laid him on his back. His legs splayed out on either side of me. Fuck if that didn't look like the best invitation. No other man I'd ever been with was as ready for me as Matthew.

I licked at his neck, chest, stomach, and inner thighs. I worshipped his body, enjoyed the smell of him, learned every inch of him. I worked my way to his balls and sucked on them in turn while I stroked his cock with my hand.

He writhed beneath me, his head twisting from side to side on the table. His hands dug into my hair, rubbed my neck. My heavy cock arched up toward the edge of the table. I was careful with my movements to protect it but wished like hell I could get some friction, wished I could feel Richard behind me.

But he had left the room. I knew when he came back, though. Thick, slick fingers ran along my ass and pressed into me.

I rocked back. Wanting more. Needing to feel the burn, needing to feel his dick stretch me. “I'm ready. Need you inside me. Now.”

He continued to move his fingers and handed me a condom over my shoulder. Thank God. I was only half certain I'd have stopped myself from lowering my mouth over Matthew's erection. It called to me.

I rolled the condom on him and took his prick in my mouth. A few teases later and Richard plunged into me. I reached back and grabbed a hold of one of his thick thighs slamming against me, the power there like a goddamn steamroller.

Richard groaned at my touch and drove into me harder than he'd done before. This wasn't a slow, gentle fuck. He was banging the shit out of me, and I was taking Matthew deep, swallowing him down the back of my throat.

His moans and shrills sounded as loud as his fists when they banged the table every time my throat muscles massaged his cock. Had no one ever deep throated him before? It was a technique I'd mastered over years of nameless fucking. I was glad to use the skill on him.

When Matthew came, he threw his head back. His shoulders slammed into the table, and he arched his back.

Richard stilled. “Damn, Matthew. Love the way you move and sound.” He started thrusting again, and after a few more shoves, he screamed my name.

I shot with one touch of my hand to my dick before Richard finished shuddering in my ass. I melted onto the table, my forehead on Matthew's thigh.

Matthew patted my head with a sluggish hand. “Jesus fucking Christ, Luke. That was... wow. No one's ever... wow.” And there was his laugh.

Richard settled on my back. “Now there's something we could never have done in the dining room at the club.”

Matthew chuckled again. His body shook with each laugh.

With Richard on me and Matthew under me, any thoughts about the club or any other place I could have been brought out my own laughter.

Richard stood and smacked my ass. “Come on, boys, let's hit the bed. We're getting too old for falling asleep on the dining room table. Well, Luke and I are.”

“Hey.” I stood and used a napkin to clean up the table. I laughed again and promised myself I'd get it better in the morning.

Matthew huffed as he lifted himself onto his elbows and gawked at Richard. “You aren't old. Not with a body like yours.”

Richard bent over him. “Thanks, kid. I happen to be quite fond of your bod as well.” He reached out and ticked Matthew's ribs.

Matthew wiggled and laughed, rolling them around until he was straddled over Richard, returning the tickles.

I bent for my clothes. “I'm taking a shower before bed.” I headed for the stairs. “You guys coming?”

Matthew gasped, and a moment later, Richard hauled ass up the stairs past me with Matthew over his shoulder. I ran after them. No way in hell could we have spent a similar night in the dining room at the Haven.

And I was damn glad I wasn't