Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

“Of course, I’m fucking ready,” Julian roared.

“Come now!” Cole commanded.

The bigger man let out a deep roar that filled the room. Keira made a humming noise of pleasure that sent Cole flying over the edge. His world spun as he drove deep, finding his release.

Yeah. He could get used to this.

He slipped out of Keira and went into the bathroom to take care of the condom. When he came back into the bedroom, he found Julian lying on his back with Keira curled up against him, her head on his chest.

For a moment, he felt a stab of uncertainty. What was he doing there?

You don’t belong.

Then Keira turned to give him a smile. Those expressive blue eyes were filled with hope and happiness. Julian raised his hazel colored eyes to Cole’s. His gaze was more guarded, but still held a hint of longing. Need.

Cole stepped forward and sat on the bed, facing them. The bed creaked at his added weight and he frowned. “This bed is entirely too small.”

Julian snorted. “You’re not the one who has to sleep with your feet hanging off the edge every night.”

Keira stiffened and looked up at Julian with worry. He kissed the top of her head. “It’s fine, baby. Don’t worry.”

Cole experimented with curling behind Keira. His ass was nearly hanging over the edge and a spring poked into his side. Yet, as Keira sighed and shuffled her ass back so it was pressed into his stomach, he felt warmth infuse him.

And he wouldn’t trade that feeling for the world.

He raised himself, placing his bent elbow on the mattress, his head resting on his hand. He reached over and ran his finger experimentally around Julian’s nipple. The other man took in a sharp breath but didn’t move.

“Do you want to kiss him?” Keira asked, sounding breathlessly. “’Cause you know, I’d be okay with that.”

Julian snorted. “Say what you mean. You want him to kiss me.”

“Yeah . . .” her voice came out on a breathy sigh.

Cole shook his head. “Are you trying to kill me? If my dick gets hard again, it might drop off.”

Keira giggled

“Are you saying that kissing me will make your dick fall off?” Julian rumbled, a rare smile slipping out.

“Could still be worth it, I suppose,” Cole mused.

“Could be?” Julian rumbled. “I’ll show you.” The bigger man rolled to his side then reached over to cup Cole’s chin in his hand. Th

en with Keira between them, he leaned in and lightly licked his tongue across Cole’s lips.

Fuck. Shit. It wasn’t possible for him to get hard again, was it?

Then he felt a little hand wrap around his cock lightly, running her fingers up and down the shaft. Little minx. Julian pressed his tongue between Cole’s lips and groaned as the other man slid his tongue into his mouth.

Fuck. Fuck. Yes. So good.

The kiss continued, lighting his insides, while Keira coaxed his cock into a semi-hard state. Finally, Cole pulled back, his breath coming fast, his body hot and aching.

“Enough, you two,” he attempted to growl. But he sounded a little too breathless to pull it off. “You’re killing me.”

“Is it still there, Keira?” Julian asked, peering down at Cole’s dick.

“Yep,” Keira said, squeezing him lightly.