stomach, making Kirill’s mouth water. Everything about Jett was pretty. He was small and fragile. Jett made Kirill want to protect him and fuck him. Kirill’s mind was a mess. He was torn between his belief that nothing good could come of this and his desire to make them work. Kirill didn’t think he had ever wanted anything as much as he wanted this relationship. His thoughts dried up as he parted Jett’s perfect ass cheeks. Kirill’s stomach muscles cramped as he stared down at Jett’s lubed hole.
“Please?”
Kirill’s gaze shot to Jett’s face. His sweet brown eyes pleaded for Kirill to fuck him. Kirill couldn’t wait any longer. He swiped his crown across Jett’s asshole. Jett whimpered. Derreck growled. Kirill’s eyes fell closed as the combined sounds caressed his ears. He thrust, impaling Jett. Jett cried out. Kirill rocked, finding a rhythm that kept Jett openly panting. The bed shifted as Derreck joined them.
“Goddamn. You two are hot as hell. I can’t wait any longer.”
Kirill found himself flattened against Jett. He kissed and nipped at Jett’s chest as beefy fingers probed and stretched his asshole. Kirill couldn’t be still. He squirmed, making Jett whimper. Kirill tongued Jett’s nipple, trying to cling to something tangible. It had been a long time since anything other than dildos had been inside his ass and Kirill had never been with anyone as big as Derreck. It was almost terrifying. Then Derreck’s crown slipped inside him. Derreck froze, giving him time to adjust. He changed angles and slipped a little farther in. Kirill open mouth gasped for air against Jett’s chest. Derreck rocked, massaging that internal button that drove him mad. Something inside Kirill snapped.
Even though he was in the middle, he took control. He thrust inside Jett and then rocked back on Derreck. Kirill didn’t try to please. His every thought was on that pattern—giving and taking. It felt too good for him to stop. It was just slippery and sweaty sex. He couldn’t get enough. Teeth and tongues seemed to be everywhere. He no longer knew who made what sound. A haze coated reality as Kirill fought to reach the oblivion Jett and Derreck promised. Pressure grew and built, making him work harder. His muscles screamed at the odd angles he attempted to best get what he wanted. Jett cried out and his asshole sucked. Air no longer mattered as Jett’s body stole Kirill’s soul. A spasm rocked him as ecstasy made him jerk uncontrollably. Derreck held his throat as he abused Kirill’s asshole. Kirill wanted it. He wanted all of it and he was pretty sure he would die without them.
Before the last wave died away, the truth settled in. These men were one hundred percent his. All the times in his life that he had thought he had met someone special was nothing in comparison. His soul had been rocked. They completed him. It wasn’t only the earth-shattering orgasm talking. He had met the pieces of his heart that had been missing his entire life. For the first time, Kirill felt whole. He never wanted this to end.
Seven
Jett trailed his fingers along Kirill’s dresser, learning about his man by inspecting his things. Three bottles of cologne sat beside a pocket watch. Jett picked up each bottle and sniffed. They all had the same underlying notes—cocoa and spice. Bold and beautiful—like the man. Jett popped open the pocket watch. A single word was inscribed inside.
Ours
A smile tugged at Jett’s lips. He liked the idea of someone giving Kirill this watch in the name of love. Jett wanted all Kirill’s stories, but Kirill acted—for the most part—like he never existed before meeting Derreck and him. In a way, that was sweet. Unfortunately, it hindered Jett’s ability to get as close as he wanted. Derreck, Jett understood him. He had been raised by a single mother. When Derreck had been fourteen, they had been evicted from their apartment and forced to live in their car. At sixteen, she had sent him inside a department store to buy bread and disappeared, abandoning him. He had fallen through the cracks of society. A hard shell had formed around Derreck’s heart. Before Jett, only Antonio had scaled Derreck’s walls. Derreck loved Jett, but he feared being abandoned even more, so—sometimes—Derreck destroyed things before they destroyed him. Jett genuinely believed this new relationship dynamic would be beneficial to Derreck’s mental health. He could feel safe—like they were a family. But Kirill, Jett didn’t know how to keep him.