Shifters with Secrets (An MMF Bisexual Threesome)(11)

He’d had more drinks than Gavin, and he could feel the last of the whiskey pumping through his veins, making him want what he shouldn’t. Lately he’d felt like his appetite had gone into overdrive — something he strongly suspected had to do with the beautiful, luscious Sofia showing up under his nose — but he and Gavin went way, way back to the sleepovers they’d had as curious teenagers.

Sure enough, Gavin’s car was parked in the dark alley behind the Tipsy Miner, in the spot between the wall and the dumpster. Well hidden, almost like Gavin had had this in mind all along.

Thomas searched his companion’s face, but it was carefully blank.

They got into the car, the driver’s seat and passenger seat. Gavin put his keys into the ignition and stared straight ahead at the wall, his jaw working, as he was clearly thinking something over.

“I should just take you home,” he said. “Especially if they know.”

“They don’t know,” said Thomas, sitting in the passenger seat. “They’d say that to anyone.”

There were almost no lights in the alley, nothing lighting the two of them besides a sodium vapor light a hundred feet away and the moon reflecting off of the wall in front of them, making Gavin’s face seem more angular and sharp than it was.

“I’m not sure,” Gavin said. Thomas could see him squeezing the steering wheel of the car he still hadn’t started, his bear tattoo flexing in the dim light.

Thomas reached over and put the flat of his hand on the back of the other man’s neck, and he could feel the tension there, the muscles rock-hard against his fingers. He squeezed a couple times, trying to help work the tension out of his neck, bringing his own face closer.

“C’mere,” he said, his fingers still working.

Gavin looked toward him, and for just a moment it looked like he might refuse, but then something else overtook him, something powerful and primal, and he met Thomas in the middle of the front seat of his SUV, their lips mashing together in a hard kiss.

Thomas felt the tension in his stomach dissipate instantly, replaced by something else — a wild, uncontrollable lust that defied all reason and logic, went against everything he knew that he ought to do. He moved his mouth against Gavin’s, and he could feel the other man’s teeth on his lower lip, half biting, half crushing.

His fingers, still on Gavin’s neck, worked their way upward to Gavin’s hair, grabbing it by the handful and pushing Gavin’s head against his own. At the same time, he licked Gavin’s lip and then pushed his tongue into the other man’s mouth, demanding entrance.

In response, the teeth on his own lips bit down even harder before yielding and letting Thomas push him a little further back into his seat, his head against the headrest.

For a moment, Thomas backed off of Gavin, undoing his seatbelt — why’d he buckled it in the first place, he wondered — before turning in the passenger seat, undoing Gavin’s seatbelt, and half-crawling to the driver’s side.

Now Gavin’s hands were all over him as well, like some seal had been broken and neither of them could possibly get enough of the other. There was Gavin’s tongue in his mouth, battling his own, as they two men leaned into each other, hands grasping at necks and shoulders. For a few moments, Thomas couldn’t tell whether they were kissing or fighting, but he thrilled at every touch of Gavin’s, like the other man electrified his skin.

Before he knew it, he was unbuttoning Gavin’s shirt and pushing it over his shoulders, his breathing ragged as he revealed the other man’s hard, chiseled chest and abs. Besides bartending, Thomas knew that Gavin did a fair amount of labor on his parents’ vineyard, and his muscles were the result of hard work, not the gym.

As he shoved the shirt over Gavin’s wide, muscled shoulders, something popped and a button flew off of the other man’s shirt.

“Shit,” Gavin breathed, his mouth on Thomas’s neck, also breathing hard. “This is my favorite shirt. I should make you pay for that.”

“You should,” Thomas growled, finally getting the shirt off, Gavin’s single tattoo briefly illuminated in the moonlight.

Without speaking, Gavin tugged off Thomas’s shirt until he held it around the other man’s elbows, pinning his arms behind his back. He lurched over the center divider between the driver and passenger seats, pushing himself against the bottom of the steering wheel, and bit Thomas’s neck, hard, licking and sucking as he let himself get carried away.


“Don’t leave a mark,” gasped Thomas, feeling his eyes flutter closed as he gave himself up to pleasure.

Just for that comment, Gavin nipped a little harder, drawing a hard grown from Thomas.

Finally, Gavin released Thomas and let him take his shirt all the way off. The forest scenes in his tattoo sleeves reached all the way up to his shoulders and then had begun slowly branching down onto his torso.

On his left chest, just above his nipple, was the outline of the bear from the California flag, following the star. Gavin spent a moment tracing his finger around it before leaning back into the driver’s seat.

“Get in the back,” he said to Thomas, his voice low and dusky with lust. He elevated his hips in the driver’s seat, undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his jeans.

Thomas didn’t argue, maneuvering himself into the space between the two seats, into the considerably bigger back seat of Gavin’s SUV. The windows back there were tinted, which made for just a bit more privacy.