Brad (Threefold #2) Read Free

“He’ll call. Come to bed.” She patted the empty side of the mattress. She hadn’t bothered removing her makeup, and looked adorably disheveled.
    Brad sat on the bed and leaned in for a quick kiss. He slipped off his socks, and undid his pants. He didn’t bother unbuttoning his shirt—just the collar, before pulling it over his head and throwing it across the room. It landed on the armchair in the corner, and was soon followed by his slacks.
    He slid under the covers, enjoying the cool fabric against his naked skin. No-clothes-in-bed was Becca’s idea, and he’d taken to it like a fish to water.
    She draped one thigh over his, and he ghosted his fingertips up her leg. “Your skin is like silk.”
    She mmm-ed.
    How could Colin touch her and not want seconds? How could he have been inside her, and not jump at the opportunity to do it again? Brad’s cock stirred. He circled her wrist with his fingers, and led her hand to his cock. “I love touching you.”
    Becca’s eyes drifted shut. “I need to sleep. You never let me sleep, you insatiable man.”
    “I can’t help myself around you.” He kissed the tip of her nose “Goodnight, babe.” I love you was at the tip of his tongue, but he bit it back for now. If Colin wasn’t going to show on Saturday, Brad would still need to make her day special, so he’d keep his declaration of love to himself till then.
    She turned her back to him, and scootched closer, fitting perfectly into the curve of his body. “Sleep. No more thinking. Gives you wrinkles, and I like my boys smooth.”
    Smooth. Like Colin’s chest. Colin insisted he didn’t wax, but he did something. No way was Golden Boy’s torso naturally hairless. Knowing Colin’s obsession with beauty, Brad wouldn’t put it past him to spend hours making sure he looked flawless.
    Which he did. Brad had seen Colin naked before Friday—they visited the same gym, and Colin wasn’t one for modesty—but he hadn’t exactly been able to study him. It wouldn’t have been kosher to be caught ogling his best friend in the lockers or the showers. Besides, Brad never before had the urge to look, either.
    Liar .
    Okay, maybe once or twice. When Colin opened up about his sexuality, Brad wasn’t shocked, but he couldn’t understand how someone who was interested in smooth creatures with boobs and a pussy could also be interested in hard muscle, wide shoulders, coarse-haired thighs, and…cock. He tried to see what his best friend saw in the male form.
    It was possible he tried too hard, because he’d started recognizing the beauty of the sculpted planes of Colin’s body, if not appreciate them the way he did Becca’s soft curves. Brad told himself he was so secure in his sexuality, he could admit that he found a guy attractive.
    So that guy was his best friend—so what?
    It didn’t mean Brad wanted to fuck Colin.
    It just meant Brad had to hide the mother of all erections when Colin tried to scare him off the threesome by warning him their cocks would rub against each other, their balls slapping together.
    He wiped the sleep from his eyes, and gently disentangled himself from Becca.
    “Where are you going?” she mumbled, half asleep.
    “To get some water. Be right back.” Yup. He’d get a glass of water. And maybe call Colin once more.
    Becca reached for him blindly. “Let the man get some rest, baby. It’s late.”
    She knew him so well, and accepted all of him. Maybe she’d accept his secret fantasies too, if he found the courage to put them into words. Or to even consciously think of them.
    For now, they were fragmented mental images of helping Colin wash his back in the shower. Touching Colin’s thigh. Pumping Colin’s cock and leading it to Becca’s pussy.
    Merely admiring the human form wasn’t a sin, was it? It had been too long since he read the bible, but he’d remember that. Then again, pure admiration didn’t come with lustful thoughts like the ones he entertained, and he was pretty