13. Landon

Adrenaline sped through my bloodstream over the fear of being seen grinding between two men, but I was in heaven. There was no other word to describe being caged in by hot, hard bodies.

But not just anyone.

Callum and Zack.

Put together, they were the perfect man. Separate? An even better option because there were two sets of arms holding me. Two mouths within reach if I wanted to suck on a tongue. Two dicks to fill and flood me with cum, one after the other.

Oh, Jesus.

My cock throbbed against Zack's thigh, but I was too far gone in my fantasy to be embarrassed about how badly I wanted him.

Callum's news about my manuscript edits had hit hard, but that responsibility also took a backseat to being the sole focus on my lifelong crush and…whatever Callum had become to me.

According to Zack, Callum loved me, and while I'd avoided any talk about such things while we'd readied for dinner in our suite, a new tension radiated between us. The mutual desire bound tighter with every passing minute, pulling us closer on a possible course I'd been blinded to before. It was only a matter of time before we collided. Combusted into flames. And if I had my way, only good would come of the explosive need rising between us.

Callum had told me we were safe letting loose while on vacation, and I had to put my trust in him like I'd always done, or I wouldn't be able to function. Regardless of his warm hands on my waist, he kept his lower body away from my backside.

I didn't understand why.

Zack's dick dug into my hip, so there was no question about what he wanted.

Was Zack wrong, and Callum bookended me because he hoped to get a piece of Zack? Every part of my body yearned to prove that insecure thought to be false.

As though hearing the riot in my head, Zack leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Take what you want from Callum, Landon—I promise he won't deny you. And I'm game for whatever you desire. Him owning you for the first time while I watch. My dick wrecking your hole. A fuck fest of three…"

I shuddered, eyelids slamming shut. While I'd only had one drink, barely enough to make me feel buzzed, I was drunk on lust. I'd made bad decisions in my lifetime, and while this might prove the worst one ever, I couldn't stop the train Zack had pulled me onto.

Turning, I faced my best friend, my hands settling atop Zack's on his waist as Callum's fingers slid to my lower back in their usual, comforting press that I realized he'd always done with more than a desire to comfort me.

The sea-color of Callum's eyes were overrun by swelled black pupils, his focus on my face rather than the gorgeous man now behind me. His stare promised desire. Passion. Fulfillment of what I recognized he'd always yearned for with me.

But would moving beyond friendship be an issue outside this paradise where time seemed to have stood still? And how far could I push for what I realized I'd subconsciously always desired with him? Intimacy beyond platonic closeness we'd shared the previous eight years begged for freedom to bloom into something beautiful beyond words.

I ran one hand up along his clean-shaven jaw to his nape, questioning with my eyes, but he didn't make a move.

Do you…

Can I…

"Fuck it," I muttered and pushed up, brushing my mouth over his in a tentative, seeking kiss.

He groaned and pressed in tight, every inch of his hot, hard body aligning with mine. Grasping my neck, he held me in place, taking the lead. The cells inside me submitted to his ownership, same as they'd done with Zack.

No thought of reaping what we sowed in public held me back from taking advantage of the situation. I parted my lips, and Callum licked inside my mouth, shuddering when our tongues touched. Slick glides along each other's tender flesh made my groin throb, and I whimpered, clutching at him, desperation to make up for lost time making my blood race.

Callum's dick was granite, and the gyration of his hips had me frotting against him right there on the damn dance floor for all to see.

Wrapped up in the man I trusted more than life, I gave zero fucks beyond enjoying what had always been on offer—I'd just been too damn blinded to notice.

"Fucking hell," I heard Zack murmur as I lost myself in Callum's kiss. Zack breathed against my ear, his hot exhale ghosting goose bumps down my spine, making me vibrantly aware of his proximity.

Need flooded through my blood, heating me to the point I swore I broke out into hives.

"You two are so fucking hot together. Jesus." Zack's cock bucked against my ass, and I whimpered into Callum's mouth, wanting them both.

Naked.

Now.

Zack slid his hands between me and Callum, rubbing over both of our hard dicks while grinding against my very empty, very needy ass. My balls drew up tight, my taint on the verge of spasming.

Oh, fuck?—

I tore my mouth from Callum's and wiggled, shoving Zack's talented fingers away and creating some space between the three of us. My best friend blinked, his eyes unfocused and hazy as he peered at me.

"I'm not coming on the damned dance floor," I hissed quietly, hands fisted at my sides, my muscles trembling and skin shivering from the energy rippling among the three of us.

"Then we need to take this elsewhere," Zack suggested exactly what I'd been thinking.

Privacy to partake in a night of debauchery with the man I'd always loved and the other who'd owned the second half of my heart without my having realized it.

"Let's go," I rushed to say, my voice strangled. Shaking, I grabbed both their hands and pulled them along behind me off the dance floor.

At Callum's assured lacing of our fingers together near the hotel's side entrance, my throat swelled up. "What do you want, Landon?" he asked.

I paused on the darkened pathway, suddenly lacking confidence they would be on board for every idea crowding my brain. "To fulfill a few of my fantasies?" I'd gone for a statement, but it ended up sounding like a question.

Callum knew what I meant. He'd read every single book I'd written, the sex scenes my muse had brought to life through my fingertips. "Are you sure, baby?"

The pet name was new—and I wanted to suck it off his lips and swallow it down, own it so he couldn't ever take it back.

Zack had opened my eyes to what had grown between me and my best friend over the years, and with the opportunity to taste Callum, to share in something more with him and the love from my childhood, lit my blood on fire. "Yes—I want this. You. Him."

Callum's gaze softened, and he caressed my cheek before glancing at Zack on my other side. "I'm game if you are."

Oh fuck.I gulped, my gaze swinging toward Zack.

"Anything for you." His words directed at Callum shouldn't have hit me wrong—but they did.

Was he only agreeing to a threesome because he'd been paid to please Callum? Was it more the idea of getting his hands on my best friend that made him hard—not me? He'd claimed it would be as such this morning over breakfast, but the way he looked at and touched me gave me hope his feelings had changed.

I wanted answers, but I also wasn't about to pass up the opportunity with these two men I had sudden dreams about losing myself between for the rest of my life.

We moved in silence, heavy breaths accompanying us on the elevator ride to our shared floor where we stepped into a silent, empty hallway.

"You two go on ahead," Zack said, bypassing our suite's door and heading toward the bend up ahead. "I'll be there in a few."

"P-Promise?" I hastened to ask, hating how insecurity bled through my tone.

A slow smirk curled one side of his mouth, melting my insides. "Promise." He disappeared around the corner.

Callum rested his hand on my lower back while I attempted to unlock our door. Yeah, that tender press of his palm felt familiar but ten times better finally knowing for sure what prompted it.

Once inside, I stalled out. How did I initiate what I hoped to transpire in the coming hours? I longed for so, so much with Callum and Zack that it scared the hell out of me. We'd all climbed aboard a train barreling down tracks into the unknown.

"Um…" I turned in the entryway and ran a trembling hand through my hair.

Callum stood in front of me, intent on studying my face.

Did he see the insecurity rising up inside me? How growing anxiety over fucking up again might be the final straw to a mental breakdown?

He cupped my cheek in his warm palm, and I sagged at his soothing touch that never ceased to set my soul at ease. "Lan…"

"Don't let this tear us apart," I whispered, pleading with everything inside me. "I won't survive without you."

"Nothing will take me away from you," Callum declared, lowering his head.

Our mouths brushed, gentle and sweet, but I wasn't having this careful, hesitancy between us. The walls had come down. He'd given me the green light, damnit, and I hadn't lied to Zack about being greedy. I was an absolute glutton for dick, and it'd been way too long since I'd been filled the fuck up.

Whimpering, I pressed against Callum, needing to feel how much he desired me. No Zack around, and he was still hard.

Tongues tangling, I shoved him against the entry wall, my fingers fumbling with the button on his shorts, desperate to get at him. "Need," I breathed against his mouth, panting along with him.

"Whatever you want, baby, it's yours. Anything."

Fuck yes.

I dropped to my knees, pulling Callum's shorts down with me. He hissed as I licked up the back of his straining dick to flick my tongue around his glans.

"Landon." He breathed my full name like a prayer, gently cradling my face in his hands while kicking off his shoes.

Taking him to the root earned my nose a close encounter with his trimmed pubes and a lungful of his musk. Thank fuck for my nonexistent gag reflex.

I grabbed hold of his muscular thighs and buried my face fully against his groin, smothering myself in his scent.

"Fuck!" His hips jolted, but I kept in place, twirling my tongue along his base and swallowing around his swollen head. "Your mouth…God."

Humming, I backed off, sucking to the tip where I was rewarded with a bead of creamy bitterness.

So good.

I sank down, soaking in Callum's curses as my saliva dribbled over his tight balls and my chin.

A knock sounded on the door beside us, but I couldn't be bothered to stop feasting on his dick.

Callum must have reached for the handle, because the door swung inward, a body appearing in my periphery.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Zack muttered, dropping a bag beside his feet as the hinges silently shut us once more in where no prying eyes could see us.

Mouth full of Callum's cock, I reached one hand out for Zack.

"You want my dick?" Zack all but growled the question.

I moaned an agreement, sucking up to Callum's tip again.

He hissed and gave me another burst of flavor on my tongue.

I pulled off Callum's cock and peered up at Zack, soaking in the lust and longing in his hazel eyes. Did I want his cock. Ha! I'd dreamed of nothing else for fifteen years. But there'd been more than lust for his body. I'd missed the closeness we'd shared. The comfortable friendship, the connection of two souls searching for love and acceptance.

"Yes—all of it, Zack."

And every other piece of you.

"Then have me."

My throat tightened, wishing I could take his words in more than the way he'd meant them.

I might be greedy, but I'd learned to savor things in life. And Zack's dick? From having his rigid length digging into me while dancing, I expected I was in for a good time. No way would I say no to a taste.

I made quick work of his shorts, shoving them to his feet. Same as with Callum, I had my lips wrapped around him before he could speak a word.

Finally—fucking finally, I had Zack inside my body where he belonged.

My eyes stung over one of my dreams coming true. Let him believe tears slid down my cheeks because of how deeply I'd taken him, because I expected the depth of my feelings for him would have him spinning on his heels and fleeing.

"Goddamn," Zack growled through gritted teeth before grabbing hold of my nape and fucking deep into my throat with a thickness more than Callum's. He filled me to perfection as I'd always known he would, his flavor slightly sweeter than Callum and just as delicious.

As perfect as the moment was, something was missing.

I shifted on my knees, tugging on Callum's hip to bring him closer until they sidled up against each other, thigh to thigh. Backing off, I stroked both of their spit-soaked lengths with my hands while catching my breath, glancing up to find two sets of eyes devouring me.

A shiver rippled through my body, and I swallowed hard, uncaring that saliva smeared over the lower half of my face. "Kiss."

The two men closed the distance without hesitation, their mouths crashing against each other's exactly as I'd asked for.

My cock leaked inside my constricting boxer briefs as I brought their dicks together, shiny heads touching.

Yes—this right here.

I lapped at their slits, one after the other, my tongue swirling and painting their hot skin with pre-cum and more saliva.

Zack groaned into Callum's mouth.

Callum shuddered and grabbed hold of Zack's face.

And me? I stuffed my mouth full of dick, stretching my jaw to the point of aching. Nothing existed in that moment except for the bitter wetness on my tongue, and the little, lustful noises escaping all three of us.

My balls drew up tight, but I didn't slow down or move back for space like I'd done on the dance floor. I didn't care that I was about to spill my load in my pants—completely untouched.

The moment was too perfect to pull away.