Dalton, Tymber - Stoneface (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Tymber Dalton

vibrated. He must have been waiting up and holding his phone to reply that fast.

    Wubs u 2 sis. Call me in morn. Sleep tight.

    Gwen crawled into bed and crashed into sleep.

    * * * *

    Tim’s mind wandered as he aimlessly flipped through channels on the TV until Jack took the remote control away from him.
    “What’s wrong with you tonight?” Jack asked, setting the controller safely on the end table out of Tim’s reach. “You’ve been weird all night.”
    Fortunately, Jack’s mom had been having a good day and knew both of them when they dropped by to visit. Tim’s relief over that had been dampened when they returned home and he checked his e-mail. “I haven’t heard back yet from Gwen about my review.” He chewed on his lower lip. “I hope she liked it.”
    “Why wouldn’t she? It was a good review, right?”
    He shrugged. “Yeah. I know it’s stupid, but usually she e-mails me right back. It’s not like her to not respond.” In his gut he couldn’t get over the feeling that something was off. In the nearly three years he’d been corresponding with Gwen, she never failed to return an e-mail, even if it was just a quick note from her phone that she was out and would get back to him.
    He wished he had her phone number so he could call her and check on her.
    “Maybe she’s busy,” Jack said. “Maybe she has a life. Maybe she got struck by lightning and can’t remember she has a rabid admirer.”
    Tim flipped him a bird. “You like her stuff, too.”
    “Yeah, but the woman probably has a family.” He pulled Tim into his arms. “Maybe she’s working. Probably hard work thinking up all that pervy shit she writes.”
    “Asshole. She’s single and not dating anyone.” He nipped Jack’s lower lip. “It’s pretty hot pervy shit, even you have to admit that.” He shifted position, straddling Jack on the couch so he could rub his crotch against Jack’s hard, jean-clad thigh. “Especially the ménages.”
    Jack’s hands settled on his hips. “You would love those.”
    “Oh, come on. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want to try that at least once.” Not that they’d probably ever do it in real life, but the fantasy hardened Tim like granite. “Tell the truth, Stoneface. You’d love having your dick sunk in a sweet pussy while I fuck your brains out. Or both of us sharing a girl. Or any of several really hot and dirty combinations I could think of. You had girlfriends before. You said so.”
    Jack issued a noncommittal grunt. “You want to do something tonight, or rehash porn books?”
    Tim planted his hands on his hips. “They’re not porn. They have a plot.”
    “Um, yeah, they are porn. Excuse me. Erotica .”
    He grinned. “That’s better. Actually, they’re erotic romance. Hey, we sell a lot of them. Don’t complain too much, they make money. The het women love them.”
    Jack lifted Tim’s shirt off and tossed it to the floor. “Talking doesn’t get you laid, buddy.” He ran his hands over Tim’s chest, tweaking his nipples, one surefire way to get his attention.
    Tim let worry about Gwen swirl out of his mind as Jack slipped his hands around him and pulled him close. He nipped Tim’s nipples, making him rock his hips against his lover’s thigh that much harder. “Oh, fuck yeah!”
    Jack sat up and turned, lowering Tim to the couch. “My baby need something in his mouth to keep him occupied?”
    Tim eagerly nodded. Jack unfastened his jeans and knelt over him. Tim grabbed his ass and pulled him close, sucking his hard cock deep into his throat.
    Oh, yeah. This was what he loved, the way Jack took charge like this.
    His own cock throbbed as he ran his lips up and down Jack’s shaft, swirling his tongue over the ridge and along his slit, tasting his salty pre-cum. He slid one hand between Jack’s thighs and palmed his sac, loving the feel of the warm, soft weight in his palm.
    Just as he’d started to drift into that lovely little headspace he enjoyed, Jack pulled