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feel of his balls for a moment then moved along to slick and stroke his crease.

I shoved my fingers into Richard at the moment he entered Matthew. The combined moans fed my blinding hunger. I withdrew. Nothing could have stopped me from taking him, plunging into his heat.

Whether from the physical tiredness of my body or the desire-laden cloud I traveled on, I needed to be inside him, needed to hear him scream with pleasure and hear Matthew's shrill cries as our bodies slapped together. I thrust hard and drove Richard against Matthew.

“Luke!” Richard yelled. “Yes. Fuck me harder.”

I wasn't sure I could do anything with more force or accuracy than I already used, but I sure as hell tried. A tiny part of my brain wondered if we were hurting Matthew with our less-than-gentle shoves. His groan confirmed the opposite. He shouted our names in succession as he came over Richard's hand.

Richard followed him with several loud grunts and quick snaps of his hips. Both men collapsed against the wall, and I gave a few more uncoordinated plunges into Richard.

My forehead landed on his back. “Fuck. That was... that was... ”

“Unbelievable,” Richard said.

Matthew giggled and spoke with a sluggish voice, his legs and arms still wrapped around Richard, his head resting on the wall behind him. “We should move every day.”

“No fucking way.” Richard groaned as I left him. He held on to Matthew until the man found the floor with his feet.

We made our way to the bedroom, and by the time Richard had the blankets up, Matthew snored between us.

We lay in silence for a few minutes before Richard spoke. “Luke?”

“Huh?”

“Will your dad come after you again? Will he try to hurt you?”

I rolled to face him. “I don't know. Eventually, he'll try to make you leave me. I just don't know how far he'll go.”

“Well, nothing he can do will break us up.” Richard lifted onto his elbow. With a soft touch, he brushed a few strands of hair off Matthew's forehead. “Will he hurt him?”

“I won't let him.”

“You'll tell me? If he contacts you again?”

“I will.”

“Okay. Night, Luke.”

“Night.” If it hadn't been such a long day, I would have confessed the rest.

But it had been a long day. An amazing day. I couldn't find the courage to ruin it.

Chapter Thirty-two

It took me the entire morning to work up the nerve, but I finally did it. I filled out the change of address papers at work, and for once, I gave the actual address of where I lived. My father already knew. I didn't need to hide that part of my life any longer.

I couldn't let the man destroy everything. He'd already taken enough.

The moment I gave Richard's address as my own, it seemed more official, legitimate, more than playing around in my private life.

I walked into the house after work with a huge grin plastered on my face. Matthew sat at the kitchen counter, flipping through songs on his iPod.

“Hey, Luke.” He came to me and offered a soft kiss.

“Hey. Is Richard late?”

“Yeah. He's finishing some calls for another meet-and-greet for his new investment property.” He kissed me again. His hands snaked up the sides of my shirt. His touch felt cold, shaky. Not right. “You taste like tea and lemons,” he said.

“I splurged today. Coffee this morning and tea this afternoon. I was pretty tired from the move, needed the extra caffeine.”

“It was a long day. Last night was intense.” He let go of me and sat at the counter. He fiddled with his iPod again.

“Yeah. Something wrong, Matthew?”

His head jerked up. “Nothing. I, uh... I don't feel right about it.”

“What? Last night?”

“God, no. I meant Richard's party.”

“What about it?”

He hesitated. When the front door opened, he clamped his mouth shut and scurried for the stove.

Richard came into the kitchen and passed out kisses and gropes. He held on to me longer than usual. His hands skidded over my ass, my arms, my hips, my neck, like he couldn't decide where to touch me.

He dropped his hands and moved to the stove.

What the hell was up with them?

Richard helped Matthew bring the food to the table. We ate in silence. I was about to ask what was going on when Richard spoke.

“I'm throwing another investor party. Since I've had a lot of back-outs on the Richfield condos, I need to get a few more people lined up.” His gaze shifted between Matthew and me before he spoke again. “I want you both to attend the party with me.”

Matthew dropped his fork to his plate. “Oh, good. I felt out of sorts about it all day. I mean, I knew you were working out the details, and I didn't know how to bring it up. I don't feel right about it anymore. It isn't just you and me. I don't want to do anything to hurt your business. I thought maybe we could take turns, but I didn't think that would look right either. I can't keep— ”

“Matthew,” Richard said. “It's okay. If they don't want to do business with me because I'm in love with two gorgeous, amazing men, then fuck them. If nothing else, all the straight women will want to work with me. They'll be so envious and turned on by all the cock I get, they'll be dying to see us together.”

I stared at them until my voice worked its way out. “We can't.”

Richard leaned back in his chair. “We can. I'm done pretending. I'm done with you thinking you aren't as important to me as Matthew is.”

“I don't think that. I know you— ” I shifted in my seat. “What are you suggesting? We just show up together wherever you're having the party, the three of us?”

“Yes. But I thought we'd have the party here.”

“Great idea.” Matthew picked up his fork and waved it in the air. “Might not be such a big deal if we aren't three men walking in together. Then it's our home, and if