No Good Deed - Marie Sexton Page 0,37

and lose himself in Jonas’s arms, but keep his friendship with the others intact. What business was it of theirs anyway?

Could he really keep them separate? Having a new lover didn’t mean that lover had to become part of the group dynamic. Jonas would never fit in there. River, Taylor, and Avery had developed their own friendship—a friendship that involved occasionally sharing each other’s boyfriends, watching each of the Doms in the group take turns with their subs, maybe even fooling around with each other while their Doms watched. How was Jonas supposed to fit into that? He’d known Gray, Warren, and Phil for years. He’d be an outsider—not one of the Doms, but not one of the subs either. The casual sharing of lovers would suddenly be a hundred times more awkward because of Gray and Jonas. Avery was bound to scrutinize every interaction between them. He could watch Taylor or River suck Gray off, but seeing Jonas do it would be a whole different can of worms.

But how could Charlie stay part of the group while leaving the man he loved home alone? How would Jonas feel, knowing the poker games could turn sexual at the drop of a hat? Wouldn’t being left out be even worse than the awkwardness of being included?

It was never going to work. No matter how Charlie looked at it, he couldn’t see how he could keep Jonas but keep his friendship with the group too.

“You’re having second thoughts about us, aren’t you?”

Jonas’s voice startled Charlie out of his reverie. He stood in the bedroom doorway wearing one of Charlie’s Harley Davidson sweatshirts. It drowned him, hanging past his hips. He’d put his glasses back on too, which somehow accentuated his quirky sense of humor, although he sure wasn’t smiling at the moment.

“I’m just wishing for the impossible.”

“I’m sorry. I wish this didn’t have to be so hard for you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Are you planning on keeping me secret forever?”

Charlie went to him. Simply looking into Jonas’s eyes made his heart swell. God, he loved him. If only loving him was enough to make all the other problems go away, but it wasn’t.

“Talk to me,” Jonas said. “Please.”

Charlie brushed his thumb over Jonas’s cheek, mustering his courage. “There’s no point in losing my best friend over you if you’re going to pack up and go back to Seattle after the surgery.”

Jonas’s eyes searched his. “Is that what you want?”

Charlie shook his head. “No. What I want is for you to have never been with Gray at all so that being with me now wouldn’t matter, but we can’t change that.”

Jonas put his hands on Charlie’s chest, sliding them under the leather vest Charlie still wore. “I have no reason to go back to Seattle. The real question is, will you give me a reason to stay in Denver?”

The statement filled Charlie with joy, but it was overshadowed by worry. “Could you handle being part of the group again?”

Jonas chewed his lip, considering. “Is it like the old days?”

“Yes and no. None of the conflict we used to have, but Phil likes to make River service his friends, and Taylor’s completely shameless. It’s pretty normal for poker night to turn into group sex. Could you handle that?”

Jonas’s lopsided grin was smaller than usual, but it was there. He wrapped one arm around Charlie’s neck and kissed him. “I want to be yours, no matter what that means.” His other hand slid down Charlie’s stomach to the kitchen towel that still hung from his belt. Jonas ripped it away. Charlie moaned as warm fingers explored his cock, coaxing it to attention. “Make me yours, Daddy.”

Charlie growled and kissed him, ravaging his mouth. He slid his hand down Jonas’s back, lifting the sweatshirt so he could fondle Jonas’s backside. Jonas moaned against Charlie’s lips as Charlie found his entrance. He’d removed the plug, but he hadn’t cleaned up. He was still slick with lubricant from before they’d been interrupted. And Charlie didn’t want to wait one more minute to be inside him.

He pulled Jonas out of the doorway and into the hallway. It was easy to lift him, pinning him to the wall, his arms under Jonas’s knees. Jonas reached between them, guiding Charlie’s cock into place. Jonas gasped, arching his back against the wall behind him as Charlie slid in.

“Yes!”

And Charlie let go.

There was sex, and there was making love, and there was good old-fashioned fucking. This definitely fell into the latter category. Charlie pumped