Night Is Darkest by Jayne Rylon (books recommended by bts .TXT) 📕

“Why would I want you to stop, dumbass?” Ty splayed on his back. He flung a forearm over his face as though he could block out the world. He must not have expected an answer.

Mason dropped to his knees beside the bed. The erratic rise and fall of Ty’s chest hurt him all over again. He had to explain. “Because Lacey is less than a foot away?”

“So?” He still didn’t remove the defined arm to meet Mason’s gaze.

When Mason didn’t answer right away, Ty heaved a huge sigh. “Look, Clark. I just want to decompress for a few in case we get a hit on the second round of tox screenings.”

The clear dismissal rankled. Despite his best intentions, Mason began to get angry. “We’d be cheating on her. I stand by what I said to you the other day. If we’re committed to her, we shouldn’t be with anyone else. Including each other. It’s not right. It puts her at risk!”

Ty went rigid. Mason tried to ignore the residual droplets of water that slid into the contours between Ty’s flexed abs but his cock noticed. It sprang to life in response.

“Do you hear what you’re saying, Mason? I don’t fuck around. You know that. And we’ve always used protection with other women. She signed up for both of us. At the same time. Multiple partners and all that. What we want is only our dirty little secret because you refused to let her in on it.”

“She didn’t…”

“You never gave her the chance!” Ty struggled to sit up but collapsed with a groan.

Mason balled his fingers in his pockets to keep from soothing Tyler. He glanced at Lacey’s face to ground himself—to remind him of his beliefs. Relaxed but dotted with bruises, she looked like a fallen angel, not the kind of woman to take on two rough lovers. Never mind the kind of person who would enjoy the explosion of base physical lust he and Tyler seemed to revel in when they got together.

“She would be disgusted.” He swallowed hard. “And I can’t handle that, Ty. I don’t understand it myself. How could I explain how I feel to her?”

“No, Mason. It’s you who’s always struggled with our attraction. Don’t make this about her. You saw the pictures she had on her hard drive. There were plenty of bi scenarios, not to mention all the hot gay action she had mixed in. You don’t have to say anything, just show her how it is between us.”

“I’m not gay.”

“You’ve buried your monster cock in my ass more times than I can count. What do you call that, Mason? Is it so hard to admit you want me?” Tyler turned his head toward Lacey. “Just think… She didn’t horde all those pictures overnight. I wonder how many times she’s kicked back in her desk chair to stroke herself while she added a new morsel to the stash. I can imagine her fingers sliding over the slick folds of her pretty pussy, coated in that sweet juice while she thought of…”

“Fuck! Shut the hell up, Ty.”

“Now imagine what she’d do if she saw the real thing.”

“That’s a cheap shot,” Mason growled as his cock rioted in his pants. After the adrenaline of the day, he needed an outlet to slake his bottled aggression. Fear of losing his loved ones incited a need to claim them all over again. He must be demented. Tyler’s reasoning was starting to make some kind of twisted sense.

“Fine. You’re immune to me. You can go forever without ever touching me again. But I don’t think I can live this way, Mason. I need you.”

Horror lanced through his heart when Tyler’s eyes turned glassy.

“After being so fucking helpless while we crashed, I thought…I thought she’d died, too. I thought someone had killed her right in front of my eyes. Just like Rob. I’m fucking pissed off. I’m terrified that someone could hurt her again. And I’m horny.”

Tyler groaned then slid one broad hand across his smooth chest, over his shimmering abs and into the waistband of his pants. Mason’s resolve began to crumble when Ty cupped the erection tenting the soft cotton. He tried to get up but his legs boycotted the decision.

“I jacked off twice in the shower. Nothing works. It’s driving me insane. Lacey is out of commission. She has a concussion, for God’s sake. Please, Mason. I need you. I’ll do whatever you want. Prove we’re okay.”

Ty’s other hand snaked out, wandering around Mason’s shoulders to bury in the hair at the nape of his neck. The tiny tug shouldn’t have propelled him forward at the speed of light but Mason couldn’t resist the temptation of a begging submissive. Every fiber of his nature harkened to the instinctive lure.

Before he could rethink the urge, he crushed his lips to Tyler’s then devoured his mouth. The kiss acted as an outlet for all his rage, terror and relief. They exchanged moans, lashes of their tongues and not-so-tender love bites. Mason nipped at Ty’s chin causing the other man to growl and arch his neck in invitation.

Lost in each other, they failed to notice the slight shifting from the other side of the bed. They didn’t even hear the tentative but awestruck, “Guys?” Instead, they continued to ravage each other until a delicate touch, unmistakably feminine, covered their joined hands on the pillowcase beside Ty’s head.

Then they both froze.

Chapter Twelve

“Don’t stop.” Lacey’s whispered plea rang out like the report of a high-powered rifle in the deafening silence of her bedroom.

Tyler observed Mason with longing oozing from every pore of his body. She could almost feel him willing Mason to continue his sensual assault. But Mason spun to face her so fast she feared he’d fall off the edge of the bed where he braced his torso over Ty’s on straight locked arms.

“Lacey! I-I can explain.” His breath burst from his chest in giant pants.

“No need.” She tried to