CHAPTER ELEVEN

SEBASTIAN

I've never had to worry about Gage and other men, especially not Mav, so right now is royally fucking with my head. Why the hell are we suddenly experimenting with Mav's fucking sexuality to the point that my man is sucking him off?

Worse than that is the moment Stella pipes up and demands that they kiss first. I didn't fucking agree to that, and it kills me to watch Gage's lips press against another man's like that. Kisses aren't about sex, they're about emotion, attraction, passion, love. It feels like a kick in the fucking stomach, hitting me hard enough that I press a hand against my guts, like it was a literal blow.

Deep down, I know this is about the girls getting their tit for tat, or vice versa, but I don't like it. If this is something they're going to demand again, I'm going to have a real fucking issue. Gage is mine, and I thought everyone understood that. We share the girls, but we don't share each other with Mav, and that works out well. It took enough for me to admit feelings for Gage, and to let things progress with him, without it breaking me, but this? This feels like a betrayal, and I know it's not. I know Gage isn't doing it because he has any attraction to Mav. It's because we're all fucking dogs, and we want to see our girls getting it on.

If I thought seeing Gage's lips against Mav's was bad, seeing Mav returning that kiss, his fingers tangling in Gage's hair… That's like a knife. A knife in my fucking chest. If this hurts so bad, what's it going to feel like when Gage is sucking his fucking dick? I want to leave the room, to not watch, but if I do that, they'll know I'm being a jealous asshole.

I should be focusing on what this will get us, because getting to see Stella tonguing little Lucy's pussy is right up there on my fucking list of fantasies, but this right now? That's on my list of worst nightmares. I can feel my heart thudding in my chest, and I'm starting to feel sick. This is how heartbreak must feel. This is… Jesus, get over yourself, man. This is one little fucking act, to get us what we want. Grow up. Man up. Whatever you need to tell yourself to get your head out of your ass and focus on the goal.

Stella's face between Lucy's legs, her tongue on that sweet little clit. My brain needs to stay there, and not on Gage's mouth as it wraps around Mav's dick, which isn't even remotely hard right now, by the way. He doesn't want this. He doesn't want to be sucked off by Gage, and that's the vital part here. This isn't about pleasure for the two of them, it's about pleasure for our girls. I swallow hard, steeling myself, forcing my hands to unclench, and shaking my head at Lucy when she tilts her head at me. She can see it. She can see this is hurting me, but I don't want that to take away from her enjoyment of the moment.

I clear my throat, and step closer to Gage, wrapping my hand loosely around the back of his neck. "You know you can take it deeper than that. He's not even as big as me, baby."

"Fuck you," Mav hisses, as he shudders, and focuses on Lucy, then Stella. He's doing what I did the first time Gage was sucking me. He's making the girls his focus, like he can get through this by retaining his fucking hetero label. Fucker. I didn't get that option. Suddenly, I want it to push his limits as far as mine were pushed that first time.

I reach over and grab his hair, angling his head so he has to look at Gage, and I grin when Gage's eyes widen in response. Yeah, if I have to suffer through this, they're both going to suffer too. Suck another man in front of me? Well… time to show him what happens when he fucks around on me, whether it's for real or an act like this.

"Did I say you could stop sucking his pathetic little dick?" I glare down at him, even as Mav pulls free of my grip on his hair.

"You want to back the fuck off, man? Bad enough I have to try and get hard for this, but you're gonna get involved too?"

Stella laughs. "I'm here for it, guys. Remember, if it feels good, do it ." The girls giggle, but I know I'm not the only one glaring as she throws Gage's favorite fucking catchphrase at us.

"Really? Does it feel good, Mav? Does it? You getting off on this, Gage? Are you doing it because it fucking feels good?" I don't wait for an answer, because I can't fucking watch this after all. I get the hell out of there before I make an even bigger asshole of myself.

GAGE

I'm not real clear on what the fuck just happened with Sebastian, but I know I can't leave it like that. I pull away from Mav's soft fucking dick and stand up, glancing at the girls rather than him.

"I need to check on him."

They both look as worried as I feel, but I'm sure they're not feeling the same surge of fucking panic I am, because I've never seen him like that, and I feel like I'm losing him every second he's away from me.

Mav shoves me away from him. "Go sort out your fucking jealous lover, man. I'm cool with us shelving this game indefinitely, trust me."

I don't wait to argue, or see how the girls take his words, because Sebastian needs me, and I can't fucking risk losing my Pretty Boy, any more than he can apparently cope with me blowing another guy.

I find him in the bedroom we'd slept in last night, but he's just sitting on the bed with his back to the door, and I can see the tension in his posture, I can see that he's fucking furious, and I know this isn't going to be easy.

"Pretty Boy?"

"Go back to your new fucking toy." Jesus . I take a deep breath and walk around the bed to join him, hating the way he shuffles away from me when I sit. What the fuck is his deal? It's not like I wanted to suck Mav, dammit, it was about getting the girls to do shit to each other.

"Baby, you know I don't want him like that. I was just doing what the girls wanted."

Sebastian clenches his fists in his lap, and I want to grab them, to grab him, to fucking shove him down and show him that it's him I want, and I don't fucking want another man, because who'd want or need more when they have him already. I'm not sure that's what's going to work right now, but I really don't know what will. I know he gets jealous, but not like this. Never like this.

"Sebastian, look at me. I don't want him, just you, remember?"

He glares at me now, his eyes dark with fury. "You never used to get on your knees for me, and when you did, it was a big fucking deal. The girls start teasing about Mav getting it on with one of us, and you're right there. You're fucking kneeling for him. Sucking him. Fuck!"

He knows I looked to him before I even fucking risked kneeling for Mav. I didn't want to kneel, but it's just fucking easier sometimes.

"Baby, you're the only one I want. You're the one I love. This was about pleasing the girls, that's all."

"And since when do they dictate what you do? Used to be all about what you want, Gage makes the fucking rules, and now you're kneeling and sucking another man's dick because they fucking want you to?"

I try to grab him, to hold him, to show him that it's him and only him for me.

"What if I fucking do it?" he suddenly asks, and it throws me for a second, like I don't get his meaning right away, and when it hits me, it hits fucking hard.

I grab his throat and shove him back on the bed, straddling him, and pinning one of his arms, and he doesn't fight me, he just lets me hold him down, but he's got this sassy look on his face, like he thinks he's won or something.

"What if you fucking do what? Tell me what you want to be doing, Pretty Boy. Fucking put it in words."

He smirks up at me, completely unafraid, because he knows I won't fucking hurt him anymore.

"If someone has to watch the other suck Mav off, you can watch me doing it, if it's so fucking easy."

"Uh, I'm cool with none of you doing it, just so you know," Mav says, and that's when I realize we have an audience, like a fucking peanut gallery. Assholes . This shit is private.

"Can you fuck off now?"

Lucy steps in front of Mav and opens her mouth, and suddenly I understand why she needs to get spanked so fucking often, because her next words are gonna get her spanked good and hard.

"Why don't you both do it? You can both suck him, and that way nobody gets jealous?" Mav turns to glare at her, but I can already see both girls are convinced. Fucking hell. This isn't supposed to be about me having to watch Pretty Boy even touching Mav. How the fuck is this happening?