Bound Together (Torn and Bound Duet 2)

Ashton pulls away from our kiss to grab the ball. “I already told you two,” he hollers at our neighbor Eric. “It’s a foursome, not a sixsome. Sixsomes don’t exist.”

Eric climbs over the fence, shaking his head. “Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’m trying to get my husband to join your orgy shit.”

Ashton laughs and throws the ball at him. “Tell Byron that. I see the way he checks out my boyfriend’s ass.” He shrugs. “Both of them, in fact.”

“You’re a dick. And here I thought the bigoted assholes who lived here before were a problem.”

“Where is Byron anyway?” Mia asks. “We bought enough steaks for you guys to come to dinner.”

“He’s still at the office, but he’ll be home soon.” Eric sits down on one of the loungers. “I pulled out some ground turkey for spaghetti, but Byron isn’t as sold on the diet as I am. He’ll probably race me over here for steak. I need to grab a shower. When are you cooking?”

“We’ll start the grill in about an hour. Seven?” I say, pulling Ashton to me and kissing the side of his neck. “You know we’re shit when it comes to cooking. Maybe bring a salad or something.”

Eric laughs. “I can do that.”

“Any more problems out of your other neighbor?” Drew asks, his tone growing serious.

“Nah, she’s outnumbered now.” He chuckles. “At least we were a normal gay couple ‘bringing down the value of the neighborhood.’ The four of you showed up a couple of weeks ago and really stirred shit up.”

“I told Ms. Greenwood if she has a problem with gays, she should move to… oh, that’s right. Everywhere she goes, there will be gay people.” Ashton shrugs. “She didn’t like that.”

“At least she’s leaving us alone,” Eric says. “The only bright side of your riff-raff assess moving in next door.”

“You love us,” Mia teases. “Your dog does at least.”

“Cinnamon loves anyone who feeds her scraps. Thanks to you, little girl, she shit all over Byron’s laptop bag.” He shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “You guys are all right, I guess. I just use you for a distraction to get Ms. Greenwood off my nutsack and Byron uses you for the steak. We’re hardly friends, definitely not love, and we’ll never be an addition to your fucked-up orgy situation.”

We all laugh. Eric is gruff, but he’s funny. And as much as he likes to give us shit, he’s a cool guy who really is thankful we moved in next door. The neighborhood we got our house in is full of older people who aren’t as welcoming to what they don’t consider traditional relationships. But, since we’re us, we moved right in, not hiding a damn thing. When Eric and Byron walked over, we were tense and ready for battle, but they seemed relieved to finally have potential friends in the neighborhood.

“We only put up with you because Byron is cool as hell,” Ashton taunts. “You’re just the eye candy.”

Eric flips him off before tossing his basketball back over the fence. “See you assholes at seven.”

Once he climbs over the fence, we go back to horsing around. Mia tries to escape, but we never let her. Living with three guys must be hard. She doesn’t complain too much.“You’re tipsy,” I tease, smacking Mia’s ass as I carry her down the hall to our bedroom. “When you’re tipsy you always want anal. You just weren’t supposed to announce that over dinner.”

She cackles. “Shouldn’t have kept making me margaritas. It’s all your fault.”

I carry her into our bathroom that has a massive shower. Our needs for a house were different than most homebuyers. We needed a huge master bedroom and bath. The guest rooms could be small for our offices, but we all wanted to share a bedroom. Once I get the water started, I strip Mia down for a quick shower since she practically made out with Cinnamon all night. I was glad when they finally left and took that yapping dog home.

“You always offer to babysit drunk me to get out of cleaning the kitchen,” she tattles as I set her down under the hot spray of the water.

“And you always get drunk so you don’t have to do the dishes,” I tease back.

Her lips curl into a wicked grin that has me kissing her pretty mouth. We manage to get little washing done, but get hot and bothered. I turn off the water and towel us down before guiding her to our giant bed.

Admittedly, it’s my favorite thing about our house.

It’s huge.

I toss her onto it and give her thigh a little smack. “Let me kiss your pussy while we wait on our boys.”

Her eyes are hooded and she shamelessly spreads her thighs apart. I prowl onto the bed, hungry for my girl. She moans when I lick at her slit. Now that we’ve been together so long, I have Mia’s body memorized. I know exactly what to do to make her toes curl. All it takes is a few teasing nips and ravishing her clit with my tongue before she’s crying out my name.