Spirits Shared by Jory Strong Page B

was
a few feet away. She'd know Tekoa was aware of what they were
doing. She'd know Tekoa was imagining himself on the bed with them
and she'd wonder if Tekoa's fingers were locked around his own
cock, gliding up and down in time to the sounds of their making
love.
    "I'm going to bed," Clay said, releasing her
to make her choice.
    She headed toward the bathroom and raw
desire pounded into him as he visually caressed the curve of her
ass and her long, sleek legs. When she disappeared behind the
closed door, his eyes met Tekoa's then traveled downward, neither
one of them hiding the fact that they were checking out the aroused
state of the other.
    His gaze returned to Tekoa's face and
Tekoa's mouth curved into a wry smile. "Enjoy the bed. The couch is
going to be sheer torture."
    There might as well have been a hot wire
strung from his dick to Tekoa's. Clay stepped closer, testing his
self control. His buttocks clamped and it was all he could do not
to humiliate himself by air-humping.
    It'd been too long since he'd had another
man's hand on his dick, had another man's mouth around it, and
another man's ass taking him, squeezing and clinging and burning
him alive.
    Nearly panting he said, "I was afraid this
would be harder."
    Tekoa laughed. "If it gets any harder you'll
be taking what's left of me to the emergency room. But I know what
you mean, despite the painful choice of words."
    Clay clenched his hands. It was that or wrap
one around his dick and the other around Tekoa's. He wanted Jess
with an intensity that would have become an obsession if she'd left
him. But he wanted this too.
    He needed masculine hands and masculine lips
on his body. He needed to touch and taste and kiss Tekoa before
sliding into his ass.
    He craved it. But it was more than the need
for sex.
    Because of Jess, he knew what it was like to
be intimate with someone he loved completely. Because of her, he'd
never again be satisfied with casual.
    The love would come with Tekoa. The respect
and friendship were already there. It seemed like they already were together in the most meaningful sense.
    He flashed back to the surreal dream and the
old man rolling a cigarette. Shook off the memory.
    He didn't do the mystical stuff. What
mattered was that he'd come out to Jess and with Tekoa in his life,
he'd never be tempted like he'd been on that last trip. He'd never
have to live through the gut-wrenching fear of one day losing
everything because in a weak moment he'd cheated with another
man.
    "I'll find a way to leave you alone with
Jess tomorrow," he told Tekoa.
    Tekoa's smile was slow and sensual and
heightened the desire to slide his hand beneath the borrowed
sweatpants and grasp his cock. Or better, push the pants off his
hips and let Tekoa do it.
    The bathroom door opened and Tekoa's eyes
reflected the hunger Clay felt, and the worry that Jess wasn't
ready to take the next step, that she wouldn't get in bed.
    She emerged from the bathroom, crossed to
the bed without looking in their direction and Clay nearly stripped
where his stood.
    He wanted to rush to her and hug her tight
for her courage. He wanted to shout his thanks, his joy. After the
colossal fuck-up of coming out to her in the car, and the pain he'd
caused her with his confession, she was willing to keep trusting
him with her heart.
    She placed the folded bra on the nightstand
then slipped between the covers wearing the shirt and panties. He
grinned, tender warmth exploding in his chest. They both knew he
wouldn't allow either the shirt or the panties to stay on for very
long.
    Even the ultra-sexy nightgowns and teddies
she paraded around in at home didn't last once they got to the
bedroom. He liked her naked and she liked being that way for
him.
    Clay met Tekoa's gaze and heated at the
anticipation in Tekoa's dark eyes. Tomorrow , he silently
promised, cock bobbing and rubbing against the soft sweats. Tomorrow you'll have your turn with Jess .
    Tekoa's lips pitched upward and Clay caught
himself