Loren turned his head, meeting Jericho’s gaze, and gave him another order. “Kiss me.”
Heat enflamed my stomach when neither of them hesitated. Their lips crashed together with a desperation that wasn’t there the first time I witnessed them together. Loren’s hand left my face when he used it to pull Rich closer. They weren’t shy about using their tongues either or as careful with each other as they were with me.
Loren pulled away first, and the dominance in his gaze sent an excited chill down my spine. Admittedly, I was also a little jealous of Rich. This time he’d get to feel it instead of me.
“You remember how I like it, don’t you?”
The drummer nodded at Loren’s softly spoken question and slowly reached for his belt. He knew what his best friend wanted and didn’t have to be told twice. They started kissing again, teasing each other with their lips as Rich shoved his hand down Loren’s jeans.
I knew the moment he wrapped his hand around Loren’s cock. The shudder Loren released mingled with my whimper at not being able to see as Rich stroked him inside his jeans.
Loren started to yank the buttons on his crisp, white shirt free while staring coldly at his best friend. “I’m hard, Noble. You can stop toying with my dick like a virgin now and get on your knees. I want that pretty little mouth.”
Rich didn’t respond as he roughly shoved Loren onto the bed next to me. The bassist was lying on his back and looking at me now, lust clouding his black gaze as Rich dropped to his knees in my peripheral. “Come here, baby.”
I went to him without question, and our lips crashed together with a hungry moan from us both. We were still kissing when Loren shuddered moments later and released my lips suddenly with an, “Ah, fuck.”
My gaze shot to the edge of the bed where Rich was kneeling between Loren’s legs with his mouth full of his best friend’s cock.
I’d teased them with the idea but seeing it unfold before me…seeing Loren and Rich gaze into each other’s eyes while they gave and took pleasure from one another…
Rich was right.
I wouldn’t last six more days.
I wasn’t sure I’d make it six more minutes.
“Fuck, I forgot how good you were at this,” Loren said with a groan as he tossed his head back.
His abs contracted each time Rich deep throated him—something I hadn’t been able to master yet—and each time, I felt my control slip and fought the urge to touch myself or beg one of them to do it. I wanted to fuck, and I wanted to be fucked, but right now, only my need to watch them together mattered.
“Braxton.” It was hard forcing myself to look away from Rich’s bobbing head and Loren’s thrusting hips as he gripped inky black hair and fucked his mouth. “There should be lube in the nightstand,” Loren informed me when our eyes finally met. “Get it for me, baby.”
Nodding, I crawled to the nightstand between the twin beds. I didn’t dare stand. My legs wouldn’t support me.
Yanking open the drawer, I found the lube and returned to my boyfriends with it in tow. Loren took the bottle from me and his dick from Rich before sitting up. I didn’t miss the regret in Loren’s eyes as he brushed the messy black strands from his best friend’s forehead while looking down at him.
“I’m sorry,” Loren whispered out of the blue.
Rich’s lips parted, telling me he was just as surprised as me though maybe not as in the dark. His silver gaze shot over to me, and then he gulped when I saw the guilt in them.
It was then that I knew what Loren meant and why Jericho now look worried about my reaction.
Loren was apologizing for Emily.
He’d sabotaged his best friend’s marriage, and until now, he hadn’t felt remorse. Rather than anger or jealousy, I felt relief. There was only hope for this next step forward blooming in my chest. I didn’t want her hanging over their heads or standing between them anymore.
I smiled at Rich and nodded as a single, happy tear slipped. I was not about this new crying life.
“It’s okay,” Rich whispered back. “I forgave you a long time ago.”
Only now, Loren deserved it.
Rich lifted at the same time that Loren leaned down, and they shared another kiss. This one was tender, making me wonder if there might one day be room for more than just friendship and attraction between them. Neither of them saw my devious smile as they continued to kiss.
They both stood, and I got comfortable on my stomach with my feet up and my chin in my palms as I watched them undress each other. It was like I wasn’t even here, and I was okay with that.