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live the life everyone else wanted him to. He just needed a
few days to do what he wanted.
Bailey! Keith yelled again.
Bailey jerked, quickly realizing he was standing in the
hallway by himself. Gingerly stepping forward, he paced
toward the sound of Drake and Keith. Stopping in the
doorway to what was obviously Keith's bedroom, Bailey
wasn't sure if he should back away or jump forward. The
two men were clasped tight in an embrace, Keith nearly
bending Drake backward. Drake didn't seem to mind.
Bailey tried to glance around the room, but he was too
distracted by the sight in front of him. He got enough to
realize that Keith's bedroom was nearly night and day to
what Drake's apartment had looked like. No wonder the
man had been so shocked.
Inhaling, Bailey tried to draw air into his lungs. He felt
nearly faint just watching them. It was so... hot.
Indescribable almost. What was it about these two? They
smelled fantastic, their scents combining into a sticky-sweet
sugary concoction that was nearly blowing his mind. Bailey
whimpered, stepping forward and reaching out.
He must have done something to grab their attention
because Keith reached back with one long arm, grabbing
Bailey and drawing him toward them. Bailey squeaked, not
expecting the move. He slammed into Keith's side, his
mouth captured by Drake before he could draw air. He
flushed, his body hot at the thought of where Drake's mouth
had just been. Oh, wow, he wasn't going to survive this.
Whimpering, his entire body went limp, Keith's hold the
only thing keeping him upright.
Drake pulled back, releasing his lips. Bailey stared at
the other man, unable to think of a single thing. Without
warning, he was airborne, slung up in Keith's brawny hold,
warning, he was airborne, slung up in Keith's brawny hold,
before the human deposited him on the bed in one smooth
movement.
Oh, it was really not fair when they worked together.
One of these men would be more than enough for Bailey.
He almost didn't know what to do with two of them. He
might just have a stroke before the night was out.
I don't want you going anywhere, little one. You just
sit back and enjoy the show. Drake here's promised me a
good time and I'm looking to cash in. Keith moved away
from the bed, reaching out and touching Drake's mouth with
the tips of his fingers.
Drake started to laugh, nipping Keith's digits. You
better have lube, big guy. I'm looking for more than a good
time here.
Bailey parted his lips, stunned. Lube? They were going
to... here? Now? In front of him? Oh, he wasn't going to
survive this. Mewling, he curled up against the headboard,
staring at the two men with big eyes. Grasping the navy
comforter in both hands, he twisted the fabric. He was
feeling funny again, arousal flowing through his body, his
renewed erection startling him. He'd already ejaculated
twice tonight. How many more times was he going to find
pleasure?
Is that right? And what exactly are you looking for?
Keith's grin was wicked, doing all sorts of bad things to
Bailey's stomach.
You want me to spell it out? I want your cock in my
ass. I want to feel it tomorrow, so fucking good I can't walk
straight. You think you can do that for me?
Eyes nearly ready to pop right out of his head, Bailey
could only gasp at the force of Drake's words.
Keith growled, low and deep. It was a sound that
made Bailey sit up straighter, something that shouldn't come
out of the throat of a human. He sounded like the bear he'd
resembled when Bailey first set eyes on him.
Grabbing Drake around the waist, Keith picked the
smaller Mallard up, nearly tossing him onto the bed. Bailey
bounced when the mattress heaved under him. Wow, Keith
really had a massive bed. They weren't even close to where
he was perched at his corner.
Clothing ripped when Keith followed Drake down,
blanketing the other man and grasping his shirt in his big
paws. Drake barely managed to get the cloth over his head
before Keith was licking a path down the centre of Drake's
chest. Drake didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was doing his
best to rip Keith out of his clothes. Red bloomed high on
Drake's cheeks, and the other man barely managed to flip
Keith over until he was straddling the colossal chest. Bailey
wasn't sure how it had happened, but Keith's shirt was now
lying beside the bed, his pants unzipped along with Drake's.
Drake wormed a hand down into the exposed vee of
Keith's jeans, pulling out the biggest, hardest penis Bailey
had ever seen.
Oh, yeah, now that's what I'm talking about, Drake
murmured.
Oh my, Bailey whispered, drawing Drake's attention
for a split second.
The other man glanced over at Bailey, grinning evilly
before sliding down Keith's body, fitting his mouth to the
crown of Keith's... thing.
As if Drake could hear Bailey's inner monologue, he
glanced up, tongue licking along Keith. Parting his lips, he
reached out for Bailey. You remember that talk we had
earlier, babe? I promised I'd dirty your mouth. No time like
the present.
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