course, Benj.” His smile slanted into an expression I recognized. My brother always looked like that when he was about to drop some kind of bomb. He loved doing that.
“Check it out—I brought you a birthday surprise all the way from New York.”
Mav stepped aside, his arms looking like a game-show prize presenter, aiming toward the sliding glass doors leading into the house.
I looked, half expecting my brother to have hired the cast of Magic Mike to strut out through the doors. I braced myself to die from embarrassment, knowing that my moms would be watching as their twins sat down for birthday lap dances from impossibly cut (and impossibly flexible) men.
And then the surprise turned the corner, walking out with a much bigger suitcase rolling behind him. I had to do a double take, squinting my eyes, unsure if who I saw was really who I thought.
“Happy Birthday, Benji,” he said.
Rex Madison waved at me with a smile on his face.
Rex Madison, my brother’s best friend.
Rex Madison, my first ever crush.
Rex Madison, the one I lost my virginity to.
Rex Madison, the one who irreparably broke my heart and disappeared for six whole fucking years.
I turned and walked away, hurried, trying to get as far from Rex Madison as I possibly could.
Rex Madison
Forty-Eight Hours Earlier
The entire city of New York twinkled and glittered underneath me.
Pretty much the same way Penelope’s eyes twinkled underneath me, her big doe-like brown eyes going wide as I pushed in deeper down her throat.
“That’s it, baby.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and directed her head, making sure her lips were getting every inch of me. Her makeup smeared just enough to make my balls even tighter. Too much and I would have felt like I was hooking up with the Joker. Thankfully, her mascara seemed waterproof.
“Swallow it.” I looked through the floor-to-ceiling window, feeling like the king of the motherfucking world.
I opened my legs a little wider. Her fingernails pressed into my thighs as she tried to deep-throat me again, gagging right before her tongue reached my nuts.
The warmth of her mouth, the way her tongue slid up and down my shaft, the way she sounded like a drowning vacuum—it was almost enough to make me blow.
Almost.
One thing was missing, though.
A knock came from the locked door. My date for the hour looked over, my cock still splitting her jaw.
“That must be our second guest.” I let go of the reins, dropping her silky blonde hair back down over her bare shoulders. She stood, wiping her lips with a smile. I kissed her, loving the salty taste of me on her tongue.
I crossed the large bedroom, my toes sinking into the plush gray rug, my hard cock swinging left and right. From the other side of the door, I could hear the loud sounds of a party still going strong, even though the clock on the bedside table said it was close to four in the morning.
I put a hand on the brass doorknob and rapped a knuckle three times against the door. I counted four seconds before three more knocks answered me from the other side.
It was him.
I unlocked the door and opened it, making sure to step behind it so that no one could see my bare naked ass and my rock-hard dick.
“Hey, Scott,” Penelope said in a hungry tone. She had moved onto the bed, crawling on her fours with her ass up in the air, her hair falling down onto the white sheets like a golden waterfall. She was a beautiful girl, and a goddess at giving blowjobs. The way I leaked a string of precome and saliva onto the floor was proof of that.
But the second Scott walked into the room, my attention (and desire) shifted.
The guy was a beast, his shirt straining with the bulging biceps and powerful chest, a sprinkling of dark hair showing through the undone buttons of his shirt. His jawline was a mixture of straight lines and hard curves that made my mouth water and my cock jerk. He wore a tight pair of light jeans that hugged his bulge so tight, I thought his cock was about to tear right through it.
I closed the door and locked it, standing naked underneath the dim light, licking my lips as Scott immediately began to undress, his hazel-green eyes drinking me in like he’d just found the last Coke bottle in the desert. Penelope leaned over on the bed and helped him with his shirt.
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