Take It Off (Market Garden, #2)(11)

Tristan nodded again. “True. He does.”

“So maybe . . .” Jared drew Tristan a little closer. “We could still make sure the man gets his money’s worth.”

To his surprise, Tristan laughed. “That can probably be arranged.” He pushed himself up from the chair and gestured for Jared to get up on his knees. Though the footboard was still between them, he wrapped his arms around Jared and pulled him close. As he moved in for a kiss, he murmured, “I’m not sure I want to watch, though.”

He didn’t give Jared a chance to respond before he kissed him. As Jared held onto him and returned the kiss, he wondered just what Tristan had in mind.

“I quite like threesomes, normally.”

He pulled back enough to meet Tristan’s eyes. “So what do you think we should do for him?”

Grinning, Tristan shrugged off his leather jacket and let it drop to the floor with a heavy thud. “I’ve got a few ideas.”



The suite door lock clicked.

About f*cking time, Tristan thought. Another five or ten minutes, he and Jared would have given up on this naked making-out bullshit and gone straight to f*cking like they were both dying to do.

The door opened, and Rolex stopped dead in his tracks, nearly dropping the bag of what must have been takeaway in his hand.

On the bed, Tristan met Rolex’s eyes as he ran his hand up Jared’s bare abs. “We weren’t sure you were coming back.”

“I . . .” Rolex stared at them, letting his gaze drift all the way over their tangled-up bodies in the middle of his giant bed. “I’m assuming you’ve worked out your, uh . . .”

“Of course.” Tristan sat up and held out his hand, reaching over Jared as he did. “Why don’t you put all that down and come join us?”

Rolex hesitated for another moment, then put the bag down on the nearby table with his wallet and watch. “Undressed?”

“Yeah.” A small thrill raced through Tristan. He was calling the shots again, for one, but now he was actually looking forward to this. With all that other shit out of the way, he could see Rolex as more than an inconvenient meal ticket, or someone to be jealous of.

And who was he kidding? Rolex was pretty f*cking hot.

“All right. What’s changed?” Despite the obvious hedging, Rolex unzipped his top and shrugged out of it, which drew Tristan’s attention to his strong shoulders moving in the T-shirt. “I assumed you’d be gone. Which would have been okay. I’m glad you’re still here, of course, but . . .”

“Take that off, too.” Tristan pushed up a bit on his elbow and ran his hand along his own cock, showing off that the only thing he was wearing himself was Jared half-draped across him. A completely naked and fully hard Jared, in fact.

Rolex pulled that T-shirt over his head. “You don’t have anything to prove, you know.” He said it without ire, but he was still hedging.

“No, I don’t.” Tristan grinned at him.

“Then why—” Rolex sat down on the chair that Tristan had been sitting on just twenty minutes or so ago, and kicked off his trainers before he slid out of his trousers. “Why are we on again?”

Jared and Tristan exchanged glances. Then Tristan put a hand on Jared’s side and pulled him closer. As Jared kissed the underside of his neck, screwing with his ability to think, never mind speak, Tristan said, “Do you want us to go?”

“No,” Rolex said quickly. He dropped his trousers to the floor and stood again. “Not at all. But if things are”—he gestured at them—“weird between you two . . .”

Jared nipped the side of Tristan’s neck.

Tristan shivered. “Does it look like it’s weird between us?”

“Uh. No.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Rolex rocked back and forth from his heels to the balls of his feet. Tristan was about to try to coax him again when, apparently convinced that everything was all right, he joined them on the bed.

They shifted around so he was between them. Rolex seemed a little hesitant to touch Jared at first, but when Jared grabbed his face and kissed him full on, he didn’t argue.

And Tristan didn’t baulk either. With his own body up against Rolex’s, and his hand sliding up Jared’s thigh, he wasn’t on the outside looking in. Maybe they wouldn’t be able to do this with other johns anymore, but just for tonight with Rolex? Oh, yes. They could have fun with this guy.

He leaned down and kissed Rolex’s shoulder. “There’s been a slight change of plans, though.”

Rolex didn’t break the kiss with Jared, but he tensed just enough to let Tristan know he’d heard.

Hand drifting down Rolex’s abs towards his cock, Tristan said, “You’re not going to f*ck him while I watch.”

This time, Rolex did pull away from Jared. Not that Jared minded—he immediately started kissing Rolex’s neck, and Tristan loved the way Rolex struggled to form words. “I’m not . . . you’re . . . Jesus Christ.” He ran his fingers through Jared’s hair and shivered. “So what am I doing?”

Tristan pushed himself up so he was above Rolex. “What are you doing?” He grinned, and Rolex’s eyes widened a little. “Me, of course.”

Rolex blinked, and Tristan thought he mouthed “holy f*ck” or something close to it, but stopped caring exactly what he’d said when Rolex pulled him down to kiss him. He’d never actually kissed Rolex like this, and now he knew why Jared loved making out with the guy. Rolex was a hungry kisser, an assertive one—exactly Tristan’s type.