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  It made sense for that one to come from Miles himself, and yet he wasn’t the type to request something for himself. No, he’d first look out for Brad, Indy reasoned, so one of the Brad requests had to have come from him. Brad would might choose the daddy thing with Connor, but he, too, would first choose someone else. Miles, probably.

  It took a few minutes for everyone to put a definitive name behind each of the requests. Indy kept crossing out names only to replace them with others, not sure if he’d gotten it right.

  “Okay, let’s hear it. First one, who wanted for us all to fuck Brad or come all over him?”

  Charlie raised his hand. “Me. Brad would fucking love it.”

  Brad beamed. “Sure would. I knew that was you, by the way. I love you, baby.”

  “Who else got it right?” Indy asked. Four more hands went up. “Brad, you got your wish, but there’s more coming for you, pun intended. Number two, a make-out session between Noah and Connor.”

  “That’s me,” Josh said, laughing. “Remember when Connor kissed Noah by accident after fucking Brad? Fuck, that was so hot, those two alpha men attacking each other. I want more of that.”

  Connor shot him an amused look. “Called it,” he said. “I debated cheating so I wouldn’t have to do it, but that didn’t seem fair.”

  “Yup, called it, too,” Noah said. “Kinky little fucker.”

  Indy counted hands, smiled. “Nice! One alpha make-out session coming. Number three. Right, that’s mine.”

  “Indy!” That was Noah, of course. “Babe, are you sure?”

  Indy nodded. “Yeah. I want this, Noah. I’ve been scared for so long, and I want to share myself with all of you.” He swallowed. “Who got it right?”

  Aside from his own hand, Miles, Josh, and Connor raised theirs. “Connor?” he asked, surprised.

  “It had to be you. No one else here would request that unless they knew for a fact you’d do that. The only one who could have known was Josh, but I already had him for the make-out between me and Noah. It had to be you yourself, Indy. Damn proud of you, kiddo.”

  Indy smiled. “Thank you. I’m happy it’s gonna happen. All right, next one. Noah wants to fuck Brad. Sorry, babe, I didn’t need you to confirm that was you.”

  Brad looked up at Noah, his eyes wide. “Really?” he asked.

  “Fuck yes. After seeing Connor pound you, I want in, too. If Indy’s okay with it.”

  “Hell yeah, babe. As long as I can watch your gorgeous ass while you take him.”

  “Done. Do we need to count hands?” Noah checked.

  Every hand went up, except Brad’s. “Who did you think it was?” Indy asked him.

  “I thought Josh, ‘cause he’d okayed Connor fucking me too.”

  That made sense. It showed how hard it was for Brad to see people liked him, wanted him.

  “Who wants Connor to be Brad’s daddy for the day? Very hot fantasy, by the way. I do want to demand they do it all at home, in the open.”

  Connor smiled. “Guilty. Can’t wait to boss that boy around for a day. There’s gonna be lots of spanking and discipline. And maybe a fucking session or two, three.”

  Brad jumped off his chair, launching himself at Connor, who caught him with ease. Brad’s arms went tight around his neck. “Thank you. I’ll be good, I promise.”

  Connor hugged him back, his face softening. “If you’re good, there won’t be a reason for me to spank you, now, will there?”

  “Good point. I’ll be on my brattiest behavior,” Brad decided.

  Connor gave him a hard kiss, then put him back on his feet, sending him off with a resounding smack on his ass. “Soon, boy.”

  “We have two left: fucking Brad till he can’t walk anymore and helping Miles feel sated for the first time in his life. The two people left are Brad and Miles themselves, so the question is if they are the kind of people who’d request something for themselves, or for someone else…”

  The opinions were anonymous on the second option. Brad left his chair for the second time that evening, this time to curl up on Miles’s lap. “I love you, Daddy,” he sighed. “Thank you for knowing me so well.”

  “Right back atcha, sweetheart. That’s a sweet thing you requested for me.”

  Indy grinned. “The end result is that we all get what we wanted, unless anyone has objections to any of these requests?”

  He looked around the table, saw big smiles, and even a few guys rubbing their hands in anticipation. Oh, this was gonna be so damn hot.

  “Since I came up with the whole thing, I think I get to choose the order. We won’t get to do all of them tonight, but we can make a start, right? I say we start with Noah and Connor making out. That should get everyone in the mood. Brad, are you up for some serious bottoming?”

  Brad nodded, his eyes lighting up. “Hell, yeah. Please. I could use it.”

  Indy went over the options in his mind. Damn, he was like the director on a porn movie set. “Awesome. Noah, if you’re up for it, you can fuck Brad, but we all want to watch.”

  Noah’s smile lit up the room. “Bring it, baby.”

  “Lesser men would have performance anxiety,” Connor said.

  “Good thing I know what I’m doing, then.”

  Indy shook his head. Those two would never change. “Boston, am I right you could use a release as well?”

  Connor shot Josh a quick look. "Yeah, but Josh is not bottoming tonight. He's—”

  “I know,” Indy interrupted him. “I was gonna suggest you use Brad after Noah. You could use the release, and something tells me our little boy slut would be all too happy to take you both.”

  “Damn right!” Brad shouted, making everyone laugh.

  “All right, then. We have a game plan. Let the fun begin!”

  Performance anxiety. Noah had huffed at the idea when Connor had teased him with it. But now that it was time to get down to business, so to speak, his stomach swirled. Kissing Connor when he was half out of his mind in a sex-haze, thinking he was kissing Josh, was one thing. Kissing Connor stone-cold sober, buck naked, with everyone watching them… Damn, it was hard. Was he supposed to strip and get all hot and dirty on command?

  He shot Connor a careful look from between his eyelashes. The guy looked as uncomfortable as he did, his hands jammed in the pockets of his jeans. And he was supposed to be an exhibitionist, for fuck’s sake. Still, he had to have some compassion for the guy, enough to not give him too hard a time.

  “You gonna seduce me, O’Connor, or what? I’m growing roots here, man.”

  Connor’s head jerked up as a slow smile spread across his lips. “Don’t tell me you need to be romanced, Flint. I ain’t in the mood.”

  “Then fucking kiss me already,” Noah grumbled.

  The challenge couldn’t be clearer, and it took Connor all of one second before he responded. His fist closed around Noah’s wrist, giving him a second to brace himself before Connor yanked him close. The consideration in that second, knowing Noah needed that to position his leg correctly, was why Noah allowed himself to be yanked.

  Connor’s mouth crushed against his, his tongue invading Noah’s mouth. He opened up without thinking, and Connor’s strong taste enveloped his tongue. This was nothing like the sweet, erotic kisses he exchanged with Indy or the rare French kiss with Josh from before. This was as close to a power struggle as it got—two alphas dueling for supremacy.

  Noah pushed back, fought Connor with his tongue, nipping and tasting and swirling. His hands came around Connor’s massive frame to circle his waist, then land on his ass. He pulled him close, rubbing his semi against Connor’s monster cock. Damn, the guy was already hard as could be.

  Noah smiled and squeezed the firm globes of Connor’s ass hard, grinding against him. Connor responded with a low, deep moan in his mouth, a sound that shot straight to Noah’s balls. Damn, this was hot.

  Connor tore away his mouth, panting. For two seconds they stared at each other, eyes locked, chests heaving. Then Connor
lifted his arms and ripped off his shirt. Noah followed his example. He still had his shirt in his hand when Connor’s mouth crashed into his again, that strong tongue demanding entrance. He made him fight for it this time, not giving in until Connor nipped his bottom lip.

  Hot desire burned through his veins, firing up every nerve. His fingers found Connor’s belt, unbuckled it, followed by his button and zipper. Seconds later, Noah reached inside the man’s boxers and closed his fist around that monster cock. It was so damn big he could barely circle it. God, it was fucking beautiful. He fisted it, hard, knowing Connor liked it rough. A deep groan escaped Connor’s lips.

  Rough hands yanked down Noah’s pants, taking care with his stump and prosthesis. Noah stepped out of his jeans and underwear without breaking off the kiss. Connor’s hands circled his waist, then dropped lower and pressed Noah’s ass. Their cocks ground against each other’s, making Noah shiver.

  This was so different from Indy, even from Josh. There was no being careful here, no holding back. It was raw and violent and so fucking hot.

  Indy. Was he really okay with this?

  Noah retreated, putting his hand against Connor’s cheek as he sought Indy. His boy was on Josh's lap, their bodies melted together as only these two could accomplish. Josh's hand was down Indy’s pants, jacking him off. Both their eyes were hot and heavy, focused on him and Connor. Indy winked at him, giving Noah the confirmation he needed.

  He turned back to Connor and found him watching Indy and Josh with tenderness. The man’s love for Josh was a thing of beauty, as was his dedication to their family. Noah owed him. Big time. Connor would deny it up and down, but Noah could never repay him for what he’d done for Indy, for all of them. How could he show him his gratitude and respect?

  He kissed Connor’s mouth again, softer now, with a tenderness that hadn't been there before. Connor’s eyes widened in surprise.

  Noah smiled. “Pay attention, O’Connor. This is a one-time thing.”

  He sank to his knees, ignoring the stab of pain in his stump as he did. He could kneel with his new prosthesis, though it wasn’t comfortable. A sharp intake of breath signaled Connor’s surprise. Before the man could say anything or react, Noah had closed his mouth around that ginormous cock.

  He couldn’t suck it in deep, no way. But fucking hell, he’d try to make it good. He circled his right hand around the base, squeezing tight. His left hand trailed between the man’s big balls, rolling them in the palm of his hand. He’d watched Josh enough times to know Connor loved that.

  “Noah…” Connor moaned, a hint of protest in his voice.

  Noah pulled back, moving his jaw up and down a little to relieve the tension. “Your cock deserves to be worshiped, Connor. It’s time you realized that.”

  He sucked it back in as Connor’s hands found his head, gentle and tender. Noah tongued his slit, proud when Connor bucked, even though he had to hold that dick tight to prevent the guy from ramming it in too far. Hot damn, it was so fucking big. He tasted strong, bold. Sexy. As dominant as the man himself.

  Noah teased him with his teeth, grinning around the cock when Connor bucked again. He brought two hands around the base now, stroking him hard and tight, while sucking as best as he could. It was sloppy, drool pooling everywhere, but what the fuck did he care?

  Connor tensed, shivered. “Close,” he warned.

  Should he swallow? He always did with Indy, but that had to be way less than what Connor was about to unload on him. He still didn’t particularly like the taste. No, he wasn’t gonna wimp out now. In for a penny, in for the whole motherload.

  “Noah!” Connor warned again, but Noah dug in.

  “Oh! Unnngghhh!” Connor let out a yell as he came, his massive body shaking with the effort.

  Noah’s mouth flooded with cum, and he swallowed furiously. Half escaped down his chin before he could swallow again. Two strong hands lifted him up under his arms, setting him back on his feet. Then Connor’s mouth was on him again, his tongue swiping his lips and chin to lick off his own cum. Connor dug in, not stopping until they were both out of breath again.

  Then Connor pulled away, letting his forehead rest against Noah’s, their puffs of breath mingling.

  “You’re a halfway decent cocksucker, Flint,” Connor said.

  Noah grinned, then laughed. He loved this man, who had managed to become his best friend. “You’re welcome. Now it’s time for Brad, ‘cause I’m in the mood to fuck hard.”

  Connor held his wrist as Noah stepped back. “Fuck me instead.”

  Noah frowned. Had he misheard? “What?” he asked rather stupidly.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  Connor’s face showed he was serious. What the fuck was going on? “Why? No offense, but don’t you prefer to top?”

  Connor’s jaw set. “I do, but right now I want to bottom. For you.”

  Noah sighed. “If this is some misguided honor thing you feel you have to offer because I sucked you off…”

  “It’s not. I was gonna offer it to you before you did that.”

  “Connor, you have to help me, because I don’t understand.”

  Connor’s face softened. “I need to feel something. I’m…It hurts, man. Losing my mom, it hurts so fucking much. I need to feel something else, anything else. Please, Noah.”

  Those last two words hit Noah hard. Had he ever heard this proud, strong man beg like this? He’d been stripped of every dignity he had left because of the pain inside. God, he knew how the man felt.

  Noah stepped close again, cupping both of Connor’s cheeks. “Okay, Connor. We’ve got you, okay? Whatever you need. Whoever you need.” Connor had choices, and he damn well better realize it.

  “I want it to be you. I trust you.”

  It was a declaration of love more pure than anything Noah had ever heard. He kissed Connor gently. “Okay. Do you want to go to the bedroom, or do you prefer everyone to watch?”

  Connor let out an audible sigh, and relief relaxed the stress on his face somewhat. He didn’t answer but walked away from Noah, bent himself over the table and held on to the other side with both hands.

  Noah nodded. Okay, then. “Hold him tight,” he told the others. “And you guys better block this damn table from moving.”

  He made eye contact with Josh, then Indy. Both sported identical looks of shock, mixed in with pride and maybe a hint of gratitude? Once again, they were taking care of each other. It was in a way Noah had never even dreamed of, but now that the moment had come, it was the most natural thing in the world. He didn’t even have to ask Indy for permission, knowing he had it without a doubt. If this was what Connor needed, this was what he would get.

  Indy handed Noah a bottle of lube. “I love you,” he said.

  Noah bent over to kiss him. “I love you, too, baby. You’re my everything.”

  He lubed his cock first, making sure to coat it liberally. Connor wasn’t used to bottoming and Noah wasn’t exactly small, so he’d do what he could to make it good. It would still hurt, enough to take his mind off everything else, but Noah had no intention of causing more pain than Connor would be able to handle. The guy was a fucking Marine, so it wasn’t like he was gonna protest if Noah got too rough. No, this man would suck it up, like he’d sucked up everything these last few years.

  “You ready for me, big guy?”

  He didn’t wait for Connor’s answer but pressed on his hole with his lubed index finger. Connor bore down to let him in. Holy fuck, the guy was tight. Noah pushed in all the way, and Connor grunted, tensing for a second before relaxing again. Noah slid his finger in and out until the tight channel around him loosened enough to add a second finger. Again, he didn’t wait but slid it all the way in.

  Miles, Charlie, and Indy were putting their weight against the table, casually for now, but ready to brace when things got more intense.

  “You know, O’Connor, my cock may not be as big as yours or as long as Josh’s, but it’s thick and strong,” Noah said conv
ersationally while pumping his fingers in and out of Connor’s hole. “I can already tell you’re tight, man, really tight, so I gotta warn you: this is gonna hurt. When my fat cock breaches your hole, you’re gonna scream. Like, actually scream.”

  Connor harrumphed. “Bring it,” he snapped.

  Noah bit back a smile. The guy was so easy to rile up, but that was exactly what Noah wanted. The more combative Connor would be, the more it would hurt in his own mind—way more than it would in reality.

  “I dunno if your ass will even take me, man. It may be too much for you.”

  Connor turned his head sideways. “If a fucking little elf like Indy can take you, I sure as hell can.”

  Noah inserted three fingers, not too gently. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, big guy. I’m telling you, it’s gonna be a tight fit. You’re gonna feel like my dick is tearing you in two.”

  He’d lubed up Connor’s ass deeply while prepping him. It would have to do. Fuck, he’d better get this right.

  “Get ready, O’Connor. Brace yourself, and for fuck’s sake, bear down on me, okay?”

  He lined up, planting his foot solidly on the floor. A deep breath filled his lungs with air and his heart with courage. It was what Connor wanted, what he thought he needed. But Noah would take care of him.

  He pushed in, halting when the muscles in Connor’s sphincter clamped down on him, trying to keep this brutal intruder out. Connor grunted, and Noah waited until he felt him relax, then slid in deeper. It was slow going, Connor’s body fighting him, but finally, it allowed him full access. The strong body underneath him was shaking with tremors.

  “Harder,” Connor said, his voice broken between pants of breath. “Don’t fucking hold back, Flint.”

  Noah closed his eyes, blocking himself from the reaction of the others, who were probably shocked. He would be, too, if he didn’t understand Connor so perfectly. Anything was better than that horrible, horrible pain inside. When he’d seen Josh, had registered what had been done to him, how he had been brutalized, Noah had died inside. The hurt had been so intense, so overwhelming, that at times, he hadn’t been able to breathe.