Neither of them spoke as they walked toward the two-story brick building that Sloan called home. The bottom floor used to be a general store, but all the shelves had been raided long before Reese’s people had settled in town. Upstairs was the apartment that Sloan shared with Reese.
He didn’t know if she was home and didn’t care if she was. His dick was rock hard, his vision nothing but a lust-filled haze. He threw open the bedroom door and stalked inside. Rylan had barely crossed the threshold before Sloan pressed the blond man up against the wall.
Screw it. Why should Reese get to have all the fun?
His mouth slanted over Rylan’s. The kiss was hungry, angry, brutal. It wasn’t like the smooth touch of a woman. Rylan’s hands were equally rough, his grip on Sloan’s waist punishing.
He didn’t have to hold back here, Sloan realized. There wasn’t any tender skin he had to worry about marking up. There wasn’t any move he could make that Rylan couldn’t match. They tore at each other’s clothes, ripping the offending items off without a care for the buttons or zippers or snaps.
When Sloan heard a gasp and then a startled curse, he broke away long enough to see Reese in the doorway. Her eyes were wide and confused as she took in the sight of two naked men mauling each other against the wall.
He let out a low, dirty chuckle and then licked a hot stripe down Rylan’s neck, all the while watching Reese.
“So you’ll fuck him but not me, is that it?” She directed the puzzled question to Sloan.
“Pot meet kettle,” he muttered before placing his mouth at the spot of skin where Rylan’s neck curved into his shoulder.
Rylan’s hands drifted down to Sloan’s ass. Without looking at Reese, he squeezed hard enough to make Sloan groan, then rasped, “You had your chance, gorgeous.”
“You two are drunk,” she accused.
“Not even a tiny bit,” Sloan lied as he ground his lower body against Rylan’s. Their erections brushed against each other, and he almost came right then.
“Bullshit. Your eyes are glassy.”
Rylan tossed a wicked grin over his shoulder. “Either walk away, or sit down and be quiet. You’re distracting us with all your yapping.”
Her brown eyes flashed, but neither man paid any more attention to her. Sloan crushed his mouth over Rylan’s again, his tongue stealing inside.
They grappled with each other all the way to the bed. They weren’t fighting for dominance but struggling against an intense, physical urge toward a climax Sloan had known was coming from the moment he’d kissed this man yesterday.
Rylan’s body rubbed against his own as they crashed to the mattress. For once in his life, as another man’s muscular chest was pressed tight to his, as hair-roughened legs dragged against his thighs, he wasn’t entirely sure which direction to take. Kissing Rylan was good and hot, but it was a snack when Sloan was hungry for a meal.
After years of restraint, he couldn’t make up his mind about what he wanted first. His mouth on Rylan’s cock? Rylan’s tongue on him? The tight sleeve of Rylan’s ass?
The other man made the decision for him by sliding down Sloan’s body to kneel at the end of the bed.
“You might want to move over there, gorgeous.” Rylan motioned to the chair near the bed. “You’ll get a better view of the action.”
Without a word, Reese sat down.
Sloan wasn’t surprised that she’d stayed to watch them. She was drawn to this type of feral behavior, to the wild recklessness of others that she tried so hard to stifle in herself.
He locked eyes with her as she settled on the chair.
Fuck, he would’ve liked if she’d settled on his face. If she’d taken the choice out of his hands and placed her wet pussy over his mouth. That would’ve been perfect. Reese’s sweetness on his tongue while Rylan sucked him off? Jesus. At the filthy thought, Sloan grew harder than the rods they used to support the town gates.
Rylan grinned as he drew Sloan’s long, eager cock in his hands. The throbbing shaft formed a tense arrow of need pointing straight to Rylan’s mouth.
The hot wash of breath on his dick had Sloan tightening his hands on the thin mattress. Something dark and aggressive hung in the air as he awaited Rylan’s next move.
Rylan gripped Sloan’s cock, rubbing it without lubrication even though there was a bead of fluid at the tip. He left it there, like a tease.
The rough gesture had Sloan baring his teeth. “You know what you’re doing?” he growled.
A smirk tipped up the corners of Rylan’s lips. “Better than you, I’d bet.”