Three Hearts Beat as One (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury Page B

definitely considering my proposal. Then bam! ” He beat the table with his palm.
    Chase frowned and slapped Devin’s bare shoulder with the back of his hand. Chase had just showered and was wearing only a towel around his waist, but Devin apparently had come racing home after the “rejection” by the woman he’d just won in an auction. He had showered, too, apparently to wash away the stench of failure. Chase knew his partner well. “You moron!” He knew he could successfully rile Devin into something by treating him like a high school basketball coach. “She probably just ran because it suddenly scared her that she was making out with another guy! She’s been with that Ben asshat for a long time. Who knows how goddamned virtuous she is? You probably came on like a house on fire, groping her all over!”
    “What the fuck?” Devin half-rose, the reaction Chase was hoping for. He looked gorgeous, his carved, nude torso tensed with barely-contained rage. “I told you, asswipe— she was groping me !”
    Chase folded his arms before his chest. “Oh yeah? I know you, Dev. You’re a fucking animal. You’re right. You probably did scare her off with your goonish, apelike pawing—”
    Devin stood so abruptly he knocked over the folding chair he’d been sitting on. For good measure, he grabbed the back of another folding chair and bashed that around, too. He poked a righteous forefinger in Chase’s face. Coming from anyone else, Chase would have grabbed the wagging finger and twisted it. But he loved Devin—and it made him hot thinking where that hand might wind up, too. “I’m an animal with you , Chase—not other people! Are you accusing me of being some goddamned slut because some woman dropped her cup of coffee?”
    “No. I’m accusing you of being a slut because I saw you batting your eyelashes at Mayor Alessi, getting him all hot to trot tonight.”
    “ What? ” Devin’s eyes flashed with indignity, as Chase had mischievously predicted. “You’re high, Chase! The fucking mayor was about to bid on Hardscrabble Ranch and I had to block him from beating out Lacey!” Devin’s eyes frantically searched the countertops.
    Chase gave Devin enough time to tear over to the junk drawer and yank it open. He allowed Devin to rummage around in the drawer before he said with false disgust, “Cock block him is more like it. That mayor’s been drooling to drop to his knees for you ever since you haggled over that open space bond.”
    Chase was gratified when Devin pulled out what looked like a leather snap-on cock ring, and the older man aggressively backed him up against the counter. Devin tore off the flimsy towel draped around Chase’s hips. “Look,” Devin snarled, viciously snapping the ring around the base of Chase’s scrotum. The fit was so snug that Chase’s nipples stiffened and his rapidly ballooning prick bobbed against Devin’s erection, clothed only in light flannel lounge pants. “It wasn’t even my idea to invite a woman to join us, you bastard. That was your fucking idea. So who’s the slut now?”
    Devin pressed a bruising, open-mouthed kiss to Chase’s lips. He trapped Chase’s bulging cock between their pubic bones, salaciously swiveling his hips to massage Chase’s tortured prick with his own.
    Chase wasn’t surprised when he felt metal handcuffs enclose his wrists behind his back. Chase murmured slyly against Devin’s mouth, “Did you even tell Lacey that you’re an insufferable top?”
    Devin smiled against Chase’s mouth, too. “I wonder if she knows you’re an insufferable brat.”
    In a flash Devin had twirled Chase around. Chase faced the counter but had no hands to break his fall or prop himself up with, so Devin wrapped one arm around his waist, protecting his precious hard-on from being smashed against the granite counter’s edge. He slapped Chase’s ass several times, hard, with his lubed-up hand. Chase knew it would leave red marks. The erotic stimulation spread