Three Hearts Beat as One (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page A

so well. By the time he returned to the shelf of sex toys, Chase had unwrapped the black rubber item and was leaning back against a shelf, feet spread apart in anticipation.
    Devin plastered his body to Chase’s and undid the buttons of Chase’s jeans, grinding his own erection against his lover’s. “How’d I get to be so damned lucky?” It was true. Devin had scored landing Chase. And he’d thought he was straight until the day he laid eyes on the delicious stud going into Positive Vibrations. He’d assumed Chase was a customer, never the owner. One look was all it took, and Devin was playing for the other team. It was that simple. Kissing another man was something he’d fantasized about only occasionally, yet suddenly it occupied all of his waking thoughts.
    Chase had that unbelievably seductive, lazy grin as he wrapped a hand around the back of Devin’s neck. “I’m the lucky one, Devin. I never knew how empty my life was until you came into it.”
    Chase’s hot, thick cock lay like a heavy limb in Devin’s hand, but he paused for a split second. “Then maybe we should rethink inviting a woman into our love? I mean, it’s perfect the way it is, right?”
    Although he had halfheartedly gone along with it, the idea had been bothering Devin since Chase had brought it up. They had such a strong, unbreakable bond, yet they had to face that they were both bi. Chase was curious to know how adding a woman to their relationship would enhance it. It sounded good on paper, but sometimes, in moments of self-doubt and insecurity, Devin wondered if it just wasn’t a recipe for disaster.
    “No, I like the idea,” said Chase, sincere in his twenty-something earnestness. Devin had been that sincere and trusting once upon a time! “Let’s try it, Devin. Like we discussed. The right woman could cement our love even stronger. We wouldn’t be jealous, because a woman isn’t competition. A woman is a creature with different attributes that you can’t compare to a man— ah! ”
    Perhaps to shut Chase up, Devin had evilly pressed the ice pack to his massive erection. Holding it up against Chase’s pubic bone, Devin rubbed it about until he felt the freezing ice take effect. The shrinkage wasn’t major—of course not, with a lusty stud like Chase—but the cock condensed enough for Devin to slide the rubber ring over the mushroom-shaped glans.
    “That’s it,” he encouraged, tilting his pelvis into Chase’s groin and wriggling his tongue against his lover’s lower lip. He wanted to take Chase’s mind off the third woman idea just as much as he wanted to tuck Chase’s balls inside the black hoop. It was a “meat packer” type of cock ring that exposed the erection nicely, giving it the extreme and sensual molding that sent Devin over the edge with desire. Chase maintained a bikini wax that had taken Devin some getting used to. Devin was a cowboy, not a damned underwear model, but now he was an enthusiast of the bald balls look, especially when they jutted forward boldly like that, molded in the cock ring.
    Devin yanked the ring snug and admired the bulging scrotum. It added to the stimulation to see how proud Chase was, tilting his pelvis forward arrogantly, one hand languidly behind his own neck. It would’ve seemed conceited in any other man, the way Chase preened and strutted, often admiring himself in the mirror. But Devin could only worship Chase even more, knowing Chase had the self-image that Devin himself lacked. It was wishful thinking to watch Chase pose in the mirror. Maybe some of Chase’s pride would wear off on Devin.
    Devin spit in his hand and spread it over the taut cockhead, rubbing the sensitive slit with his thumb. He knew his fingers were calloused from roping and lassoing on the ranch, but that added to the dominance he liked to exert on his lover. If he couldn’t preen with confidence like Chase could, Devin could control his mate, manipulate him until he was—almost literally—putty