Devon's Pair: Powertools, Book 4 by Jayne Rylon

stirred.
    Was that because she was his boyfriend’s girlfriend? Or because a spark grew in his gut every time they shared her? Or even hung out with her at work or for fun? Could he remove Neil from the equation and still feel…something…for her?
    Women weren’t usually his thing. Still, her honest curiosity called to him. He toyed with the overnight bag, lifting it partially over his head before he realized what he was doing.
    “And look at you.” Neil rose and stepped closer. He framed James’s face with gentle hands. “You’re so generous. Ridiculously self-sacrificing. A man I wish I could be half as decent as. How can I not want you both? Please, James.
    Don’t make me choose. You. Her. You’re perfect. For me. And for each other.” 72
     

    “I—” Some of his doubts evaporated as he stared into the eyes of the only man he’d ever loved so ferociously. Could there be room for another person?
    Maybe. God knew they had plenty of passion to spare.
    “Trust me?” Neil drew the duffle the rest of the way off and kicked it into the corner. He grabbed the hem of James’s shirt and dispatched that too.
    “I do.” James gasped as Neil sank before him, unbuckling his belt then lowering the zipper on his well-worn jeans. “Neil?”
    “Yeah?” He looked up from his position on the floor, his lips half an inch from James’s cock.
    “What are you doing?”
    “What do you think?” He licked a trail from James’s balls to the tip of his rapidly hardening shaft.
    “Did you forget you hate giving blow jobs?” As if Neil needed to be reminded of his own dislike. “You don’t do it. Not even on my birthday.”
    “I would do anything for you.” Neil serviced James with a tenderness that speared straight to his soul.
    James couldn’t resist the sublime treat. Within minutes, his knees weakened.
    Neil braced them on his shoulders as he worshipped the solid hard-on James had for the man he adored. Safe, protected, cherished—James read a dozen promises in the tender ministrations his lover pampered him with.
    He tried to prolong the pleasure. Keep it going forever, always knowing that was impossible. Which didn’t mean they couldn’t revive it again and again. A million times. In each other’s arms. As long as he stayed around for Neil to lift him up next time.
    With a tortured moan, he poured himself into Neil’s hungry mouth.
    After drinking every last drop of James’s release, Neil led them to their bed.
    He lay in the center, drawing James with him. One sculpted arm curled around

     
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    Devon and the other sheltered James. Neil held them both so they rode the ragged rise and fall of his chest.
    James listened to the pounding of his mate’s heart, so strong he almost missed the ghost of Neil’s begging. “Please don’t leave us. Please.”
    “I won’t.” He couldn’t. He’d never be able to walk away without destroying himself in the process. Anything else he’d convinced himself of was a lame combination of bravado and delusion. “I promise. I’m yours.”
    “Both of ours?”
    “We’ll see. It’s the best I can do.” He rubbed the flexing abs he’d often admired until Neil seemed to calm and his respiration evened out.
    James lifted his head to study his sleeping boyfriend. After sipping tears from Neil’s eyes, he dropped his head to Neil’s sturdy shoulder and tried to follow him into sweet dreams.
    Despite the exhausting drain of the day and night, he couldn’t relax. Restless, he shifted. Devon did too. Her hand covered his on Neil’s belly. Delicate fingers wove through his. She sighed, squeezing a little even while unconscious. Rather than being uncomfortable with the gesture, James found the heat of their connection eased him into slumber.
    Maybe this could work.

    Devon’s lids fluttered open. She stared across the chiseled expanse of Neil’s abdomen, where her cheek rested, to the man occupying the far side of her lover’s torso.
    Mmm . James. Her other lover.