“Daddy has to go to work. Guard the house and don’t let any squirrels get inside the doggy door.” Cory patted his Boston terrier on his head. Winkie wagged his tail, then winked at him. Cory still swore his dog had some kind of eye problem, because if he didn’t…that would be too weird—especially since the terrier always watched Cory shower and winked at him when he got out.
After grabbing his keys and wallet from the counter, Cory stepped out of his brown-and-tan bungalow he’d purchased and headed to work. He didn’t own a car, but Lockmere Construction was working on the fire station today, and the jobsite wasn’t that far from where he lived.
Cory rolled his eyes when Max pulled his truck to the curb. He’d had a crush on Maxwell Hyatt for years, but his friend had never made a move, never acknowledged there was something meaningful between them. Cory wanted Max, but he wasn’t going to put his life on hold until Max either got his head out of his ass or told Cory he just wanted to be friends.
God, I hope he doesn’t want to be just friends.
“Hop in,” Max said through the open window. “I’ll give you a lift.”
Cory eyed the black Ford truck with large tires and a big chrome grille. The thing looked as though it could be entered in a monster truck competition. It had spotlights mounted on the roof, and an extended bed so the rear had four tires instead of two.
The oversized truck fit the oversized man. Max was built like a bull, but he was the quiet and reserved type, reminding Cory of a big teddy bear. Max was a sweetheart underneath his gruff exterior. He had dark hair and the prettiest gray eyes Cory had ever seen—eyes that always seemed to suck him right in.
“The firehouse is a block away,” Cory pointed out.
“So you don’t want a ride?”
Not the kind of ride Cory had in mind. For too many years he’d wanted to crawl into Max’s lap and let loose. Too bad his friend didn’t want the same thing. Cory knew he could rock Max's world, if only the guy would give him the chance.
Max glanced at his watch. “You comin’ or not?”
With a sigh, Cory climbed into the mammoth truck. He wasn’t sure why he’d taken the ride. Sitting next to Max, and knowing he’d never have the man the way he wanted him, was pure torture. Not for the first time, Cory wanted to ask him if they’d be anything more than friends, but the fear of Max rejecting him kept that question sealed tightly behind his lips.
Max’s smoky, masculine scent clung heavily to the interior of the truck. Cory automatically inhaled deep drafts as he sat there, his cock becoming half-hard.
Thankfully, it took them all of two seconds to reach to the station. Cory had been ready to jump out to escape Max’s tempting smell when he spotted Seoul standing in the driveway of the fire station talking to Darien. Seoul was the last person Cory wanted to see.
The rich bastard had fucked Cory into a coma on more than one occasion, but had stopped calling him, stopped charming Cory with his sensual smile and sweet lips. Ever since Darien had butted into Cory’s personal business, Seoul acted as if Cory didn’t exist.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Max narrowed his gray eyes and strangled the steering wheel so hard that it should’ve buckled.
Max had flipped when he’d learned Cory and Seoul were having sex. He and Cory had had many arguments over the past month about how Seoul was only using Cory. Cory had insisted it was none of Max’s business.
Little did Max know that Cory’s involvement with Seoul had ended weeks ago. He wasn’t going to tell Max about his humiliation, either.
“He owns the town,” Cory said irritably. “I think he can show up wherever he wants.”
Max had no right to be upset if he only wanted friendship from Cory. The guy could shove his overprotective-brother routine up his gorgeous ass.
With a deep grunt, Max got out and slammed the door. Cory couldn’t be that graceful. He had to grab the handle on the side of the truck to get his footing on the running board, then slowly touch his feet to the ground.
Then he slammed his door.
The sound drew Seoul’s attention. Cory flipped him off and headed inside the bay. Darien would hand Cory’s his ass about giving one of the investors the middle finger, but Cory just didn’t care.
Fuck Seoul and fuck Max. They both could kiss his backside.
Casey smirked when he looked Cory’s way. “And the love triangle continues.”
Casey was a good friend and fun to hang with, although Cory had spent most of his time with Max over the years. But ever since Cory and Max had started arguing, Cory had migrated more and more toward Casey. Hanging with someone who didn’t give him grief at every turn helped alleviate his frustrations. Mostly.
“Can’t be a triangle if neither man is having sex with me.”
Casey patted him on his shoulder. “Love truly sucks.”
“Who said anything about love?” Cory loved Max because they’d been friends for so long, but he wasn’t in love with Max. He wasn’t in love with Seoul, either. Though he did feel like the world’s biggest slut for wanting both men. He couldn’t help who he was attracted to, though. However, he might’ve been able to get over his crush on Max if Seoul hadn’t kicked him to the curb.
He lowered Cory to the floor. “Don’t you dare remove those fingers.”
Cory giggled. “Why, what’re you gonna do?”
God, Seoul loved that sound. Men giggling usually turned him off, but not with Cory. He sounded sexy as fuck when he did it.
“Let me show you.” Seoul licked around Cory’s fingers, teasing his pulsing hole with his tongue. He palmed Cory’s sac, tugging at the wrinkled flesh as his own dick hardened further.
Who knew being watched would be a turn-on for Seoul? It was an obvious thrill for Max because he’d moved a few steps closer. Unfortunately, his mouth ruined the moment.
“Just hold the hell up,” Max snapped. “Cory, get off the floor.”
“No,” Cory said with a pout. “Why don’t you get down here instead?”
Seoul moved out of the way as Cory rose to his feet. He sauntered to Max, his cock in his palm. “Tell me you don’t like what you see?”
Max’s chest rose and fell in quick pants. His gray eyes darkened when Cory rubbed himself against Max’s side. “Kiss me, Max.”
As Cory kissed along Max’s jaw, Seoul closed the distance and lowered to his knees. Max seemed to need a kick start, and Seoul had no problem giving him one. He unfastened Max’s pants, and Max grabbed Seoul’s wrist. Cory slid his hands over Max’s hands, pulling them away.
With a grin, Seoul slipped his hand into Max’s jeans and boxers and released Max’s cock. And damn if it wasn’t a pretty one. Long and thick, and pre-cum dripped from the slit as Seoul licked the clear liquid.
Max hissed. “Stop that.”
Seoul chuckled. “Do you really want me to stop?”
Cory dropped next to Seoul and removed Max’s socks and shoes as Seoul sucked Max’s cock to the back of his throat. Max’s hips punched forward, but his hands were balled at his sides. He was fighting this, but Seoul was determined to win the battle of wills.
Seoul was taken aback when Max ran his hand under his jaw. He looked up and was stunned at the soft look in Max’s gray eyes. No, Seoul wasn’t falling for another guy. Cory had already gotten under his skin. Seoul was in this for the sex, nothing more.
Seoul knocked Max’s hand out of the way, and Max gave a deep, dark chuckle. “What’s wrong, Seoul? Can’t handle the intimate part of intimacy?”
Pulling back, Seoul let Max’s cock pop from his mouth. He stood, glaring at Max. “You really don’t want to challenge me.”
Cory groaned. “Please don’t start, you two.”
“I didn’t start a damn thing,” Max said.
Seoul stormed to the island, grabbed the lube, and threw the bottle at Max’s head. “Put your money where your mouth is.”
Max caught the bottle and scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” Seoul said as he sauntered back to Max, “that I’m letting you take all your frustrations out on my ass.”
“You’re letting me fuck you?” Max furrowed his brows.
“Give the man a prize,” Seoul said dramatically. “You want me on the floor or bent over the island?”
In truth, Seoul was dying to feel how Max’s cock would stretch him wide. He hadn’t bottomed in a long time, but if it helped Max loosen up, Seoul would bend over in the center of town.
Just as long as it was in the wee hours of the morning and nobody was around.
Max’s smirk was both sexy and infuriating. “Bend over.”
“Get naked first,” Seoul shot back.
“Shit, this is really going to happen.” Cory looked between them, his cock strangled in his hand.
Then Winkie trotted back into the room and started barking.
Max frowned. “First put that dog somewhere other than here.”
“Fine.” Cory picked Winkie up and took him into the living room, but not before the dog winked at Seoul. That had been downright creepy considering the circumstances.
Seoul watched as Max undressed, his cock thickening to the point of pain as Max revealed every inch of sun-kissed skin. He didn’t have any tan lines, making Seoul wonder where Max lay naked while soaking up the sun.
His chest was broad, his waist tapered, and his thighs corded wonders, but his cock was what made Seoul drool. He strode to the island and leaned a hip against it. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
Max charged across the room and shoved Seoul’s chest against the granite top. Seoul didn’t stop him, either. He didn’t mind a little pain with his pleasure, and judging from Max’s expression, he would have both in spades.
Cory came back into the room and his gaze bounced from Max to Seoul. “I’m not sure what to do.”
“For now.” Seoul grunted when Max drove his lubed fingers into his ass. “Just watch.”
Cory didn’t listen worth a damn. He closed the distance and stopped at Max’s side. Seoul looked over his shoulder and groaned when Cory grabbed Max’s cock and stroked it.
Cory shrugged. “I feel stupid just standing there.”
As Max hissed, Seoul grinned. “By all means, do whatever you want, sexy.”
Seoul’s heart sped when Max grabbed a condom from the island. He tore it open, then handed it to Cory.
“Gee, thanks for the honor,” Cory teased. His brows knitted together, as if he needed his full concentration to sheathe Max’s dick. Seoul almost chuckled when Cory’s tongue slid out of his mouth and to the side.
“I think you have it.” Max looked ready to explode. His jaw was clenched, his attention on Cory’s hands. “Better move back before I come.”
Cory smiled. “I like that I have that effect on you.”
So did Seoul.
Max placed one hand on Seoul’s hip, using the other to grab the base of his cock. Seoul turned back around, curling his fingers around the edge of the counter as Max drove his cock deep.