Casey sat and watched Robin answer a couple of emails on his phone, fingers flying over the screen. He liked it. Hell, he liked how dark Robin was, how the blue eyes twinkled. The lean, compact little body. Heck, he liked the way Robin laughed, the way he was game for the craziest sexual position.
You’re smitten. Travis was staring at him in turn, smile warm and happy.
He’s fascinating. So unusual.
Exotic, kinda.
“Huh?” Robin glanced up, catching Casey’s gaze with his. “Did you say something?”
“Nope. Maybe it’s the TV next room over.”
“Do people come here for the television?” Robin grinned, pinked. “I didn’t even know there was a television.”
“Yeah, well, round two was like going to the movies. Action adventure meets porn.”
“It was way better than porn. I may have heard explosions, though.”
“We can try it again…” Casey slid closer to Robin, stalking him.
“A three-fer?” Robin watched him, eyes wide, focused on him, near vibrating.
“Hell, yeah. We can go low and slow and give us just enough time to get you back to your meet.” He was all over that. His cock really had yet to go down fully.
“Low and slow.” Listen to that needy little purr. Robin was going slinky kitty more and more, and he couldn’t seem to stop touching Travis and Casey. Hell, the city boy had only looked at his phone twice.
Would it back off? Could it? The Terry guy was gonna be pissed. Hopefully not pissed off enough to lose the job.
Terry will be gone soon, baby. We just need to work our asses off when we’re not fucking.
We’re good at that. They loved working, loved building things. They could work like dogs and play like cats.
Casey kissed Travis once on the lips before easing Robin back down to a prone position.
“You’re both so fine, golden.” Robin slid warm hands over Casey’s shoulders.
“And you’re so dark, but those blue eyes just shine.” He licked at Robin’s lower lip, offering Travis his ass. He waggled it a little, in fact, reminding his lover he was owed an attitude adjustment.
“Slut.” The single word sounded fond, warm, and he chuckled against Robin’s mouth.
“Why is he calling you a slut?” Robin asked.
“Because he wants something naughty.” Travis rubbed his ass. “Hold his hips, Robin. Keep him right there.”
“Are you guys kinky?” Robin held onto his hips, without a single hesitation.
“We can be whatever you want,” Casey said, before taking another kiss.
Travis chuckled, the sound his only warning before one big, callused hand slapped his ass. Hard.
“Uhn. Do that again.”
Travis did it again, then again, finding a slow, but perfect, rhythm that kept him on edge waiting for the next blow.
“Y’all set me afire, I swear.” Every so often the Texan showed like a nail head in drywall. Robin was so damned cute.
“My ass is what’s on fire,” Casey murmured, but that didn’t stop him from begging for more with his body.
Robin stroked him between swats, the touch threatening to make him bite again. He snapped his teeth, and Robin lifted his chin, just like that. Offering all that tanned skin.
Casey wasn’t strong enough to resist that. No way. He nipped high up, but decided marks needed to go low, so he licked down below the collarbone, earning himself a little shiver, a soft moan.
A hard swat landed on his butt, and he bit Robin’s shoulder, his own groan rough and loud.
Robin cried out, fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close.
“Mmm. Jesus, you two.” Travis slipped two fingers between Casey’s asscheeks, feeling up his hole.
“Never thought… God, this is the hottest thing. Y’all make me stupid with it.”
Casey loved how ramped up Robin got. How he babbled when he got really hard and needy. Yeah, and Casey lifted up and spread his thighs for Travis.
“More,” Casey demanded.
“Needy.” Travis loved it. It was in Travis’ voice, in his touch as he slid one finger inside Casey’s body.
His ass was on fire, his dick sliding between Robin’s legs, up under the heavy balls. Fuck, so warm and soft, like he was meant to be right there. Casey hummed, his body moving back and forth between his lovers. Travis was his mate, but somehow Robin belonged with them.
He’d explore the details later. Much later.
Right now Travis was slicking him up to return the favor Casey had given him earlier. Robin was humping up against him, and he was trying to remember how to breathe.
He bit Robin’s chest, the tight little nipple, one collarbone.
Robin’s blunt nails dug into Casey’s shoulders. “More. Please?”
“Uh-huh.” Damn, that was fine. He bit hard, letting his teeth sink in and their kit yowled for them, sharp and hungry.
Travis laughed, a low, rough sound, before pushing into him with that heavy cock, rocking his world as well as his hips.
He growled softly, his entire world gone red hot and fuzzy around the edges.
“Mmmhm. Gonna fuck you so good, baby.” Travis reared back, yanking him up to his knees to slam into him.
Robin gasped, grabbed his shoulders and braced him.
“Move up, Robin. Let him suck you some more. His mouth is so good, and he’s a hungry puss.”
“Casey?” Robin stared at him like he was the answer to all life’s questions.
“Fuck, yes, honey. I want your cock. I crave it, even. You’re addictive.” He could be full of both of them, and nothing sounded more perfect.
“This is like the world’s best wet dream. Ever.” Robin carefully scooted up, bringing him close to a wet-tipped, heavy prick that begged to be sucked in and worshipped.
He grinned, because damn. Then he bent to lick it like an ice pop, slurping a little, and the little burst of salt exploded between his lips. Uhn. He closed his eyes, feeling instead of trying to control things.
Robin’s hands were in his hair, fingers tugging and pulling just enough to make it tingle, not sting.
Travis curled up over his back to watch. “You suck like a dream, baby. So damned pretty, his cock, your lips.”
Love. He hummed softly, the sound turning to a chuckle as Robin bucked up like a prize pony. Someone liked a little dirty talk. He thought Robin wanted to explore everything.
Can’t wait to tie him up. Travis sounded so pleased. He was the kinda kinky one, but Casey loved it. All of it.
He’ll glow in the white ropes.
He will. Those eyes will be so bright.
“Y’all. Please. I…” Robin’s head fell back and thunked against the cheap headboard.
“Let him take you there, honey,” Travis said. “We got this.” That fat cock spread Casey, moved him with every word.
“Yeah. Yeah, best wet dream in history, y’all.”
“Mmmadwm.”
“He says we’re not a dream.” Travis smacked his hip. “No talking with your mouth full.”
Robin’s laugh rang out, then they were cooking with oil, sucking and fucking and petting and purring. Not exactly low and slow but, between the heat and sweat and the crazy noises, it didn’t matter.
This was heaven on a mattress, ripped sheets and all.
Casey slipped off Robin’s cock to lick at the heavy, fuzzy balls, lifting and pushing with his tongue.
Oh, rumbling kitty incoherence. Exceptional.
Travis moaned, too, and moved faster, reaching for Casey’s cock. Double threat there.
He took Robin’s prick back in, sinking all the way down to that silky, ebony hair. He sucked in a deep breath, filling himself with Robin’s scent.
“Mmmnuh!” That was all the warning he got. Robin came for him, filling him with salt and heat and need, and Casey swallowed over and over.
Travis was right there, moaning and purring, hand like a blur on his cock. Not to mention that dick was going to split him right in two. God almighty, Travis was hard as a rock and then some.
Working Travis with his ass muscles, Casey jerked and rocked and tried to get more, and he’d be damned if Travis didn’t give it to him, slamming inside him and rocking him deep down.
“Please.” He raised his head, staring at Robin. “Travis. Oh, soon.”
“Now, baby. Right now, with me.”
Robin watched him the whole time, blue eyes glowing.
His ass burned, and Travis slapped his cock hard, once. Casey lost it, shooting his seed over Robin’s skin, another kind of claiming, marking their kit on the cellular level.
Travis shot with him, filling him as he’d filled his mate earlier in the day.
Soon we’ll fuck him, baby. Maybe together. Travis kissed his ear.
Together. Uhn. His cock jerked, spurting out another bit of spunk.
“Oh.” Robin laughed, sounding delighted. “That must have felt amazing.”
“My ass is so sore.” Casey gave Robin a grin. “In the best way.”
“Y’all are something else.” Robin kissed him again, happy as you please.
“Glad you think so,” Travis murmured, then sighed. “Okay, we need to get you back.”
“Yeah, I have to make nicey-nice with the bossman.”
“Not this nice.” Casey knew Robin and Terry weren’t doing the nasty, but he had to caution against it anyway.
Robin snorted. “Yeah, that’s never going to happen.”
“No. It’s not.” Travis yanked Casey up so he dangled a bit. Then he turned Casey in midair and kissed him before putting him on his feet. Robin got the same treatment.
“Hello.” Robin wasn’t used to it, Casey could tell.
“Hi.” Travis smacked a kiss on Robin’s lips. “We smell like tomcats. Everyone scrub up.”
“Great visual, man. Ack.”
If Robin only knew. And why the hell didn’t he know? Casey grabbed a couple of wash cloths. They didn’t have time for another shower. “So, are you adopted?”
“How did you know?”
Bingo.
“I dunno, I just got this feeling. They were good to you, though.”
Robin gave him a funny look, so Travis stepped in. “Casey gets hunches, honey.”
“Ah. Well, yeah. I was a foster kid. I was adopted as a toddler. I don’t remember my biological mother. She was, apparently, in some sort of trouble, left me at a church.”
A toddler. Yep. Most shifters were born in animal form since they were less fragile that way. At about two, they became human for the first time and began a normal human growth rate. Casey assumed that was an evolution thing to help them learn to pass as human.
“That’s sad, man.”
“Not really. My folks are doctors, incredible decent people, hard-working, caring. They love me to death and don’t care that I’m gay or that I’m an interior decorator. I’m lucky they picked me.”
“Aw. That’s cool.” Travis gave up on them getting clean themselves and started scrubbing them with wet cloths. Such a groomer.
“Yeah.” Robin started laughing when Travis scrubbed the lean hips. Oh. Ticklish. They would so explore that.
“I guess you have to stay at the hotel with the boss tonight, huh? When does he leave again?”
“Day after tomorrow and he’s leaving me here to report back.”
“Then you can come stay with us. Yay.” Casey wanted all access.
“I’d love to have a sleepover, see your place.”
“Oh us, too.” Travis dried everyone off before passing out clothes he collected off the floor. “I want you in our bed.”
“Not tonight, but… y’all want to have supper together Saturday?” Robin looked half eager, half worried they’d say no.
“Hell, yes. You want to go out, or you want to come cook for us? I know you said you like it.”
“Let’s make Mexican. We can make an evening of it?”
“That sounds like heaven.” Travis patted Casey’s stinging ass, then Robin’s butt. “I’ll go turn in the key.”
“We’ll drop you off and get to work on the budget.”
“Sounds good.” Robin grabbed his arm. “Thank you. I really needed -- I dunno. To feel wanted.”
“Well, sugar, we sure want you. We’re not done, either. We need more.”
Robin’s cheeks heated, his smile pleased. “Me, too.”
Travis honked from out in the truck like a minute later. Impatient mate.
“Come on. He’s decided it’s time to work.” He kissed the corner of Robin’s mouth. “It’s cool to text?”
“More than cool. Anytime.”
“Then expect sexting after your meeting.” Maybe pictures. Casey dragged Robin out to the truck, letting him have the front seat.
“Okay. Time to get to work.” Travis grinned over at Robin, winked. “Work hard, play hard. That’s my motto.”
“It’s a good one. I think I’ll adopt it, too.”
It took no time to get back to Robin’s hotel, and Casey stroked the back of Robin’s neck. “See you soon, honey.”
“Yes. Yes. Soon. Text me. I’ll be around.”
“So will we.”
Robin clambered out, his hair sticking up all over, and Casey slid over the console to sit with Travis. “He’s amazing.”
“He is. Saturday we’ll play again.”
“We so will.” Casey had to ask, because he never wanted to lose Travis for any reason. “We’re okay, right?”
“Does your ass feel like we’re less than okay, baby?”
“God, no. My ass feels like you love me something fierce.”
“Listen to the ass.” Travis winked, then got them going. “We have estimates.”
“I know, T. I know.”
Travis got them going back out to their little house, their piece of Tar Heel heaven.
Soon they were going to fold Texas into the Carolinas, no question.
* * *
“So, you’ve had a busy afternoon.”
Robin stared at Terry, then rolled his eyes. “Yep. Got a lot accomplished. Did you schmooze with the title guy, Bossman?”
“I did. I was stuck with fat and sweaty and balding while you went over, uh, things with the contractors. You are going to be able to separate business from pleasure?”
“If you don’t trust me, fire me. I’ve been working with you for three years, man.” And he felt… strong. He felt confident and like he had this. Finally, he had this.
Whatever the fuck this was.
Terry watched him for a moment, then nodded. “I trust you, Robin. Hormones can be a crazy thing, though. I worry.”
“I’m way too old to have to worry about that, thank God.” He plopped down, opened his laptop. “I swear, being a teenager is like riding a bicycle with no brakes down a hill into a tornado while you’re on fire.”
“No shit.” Terry sat across from him at the little table. “Did your folks let you go natural or medicate you? We were just on the edge of all the antidepressants and ADD meds.”
“My parents are doctors. I was the Ritalin kid.”
Something made Terry’s eyes look solid gold for a moment, and they gleamed like one of those cartoon treasure chests. Ka-ching. “Yeah. Mine tried, but I flushed them.”
“I only needed them for a bit. They made everything dull and I went from gangly kid to gangly kid with pubic hair in about eighteen seconds.”
“I bet!” Terry pushed over a couple of folders for him to look over. “Those two you were with today. Pretty intense.”
“They’re good guys. I think they’ll do a good job for you. Seriously.” He was a little stupid for them, but not stupid enough to screw his boss over for, not on a project this big.
“Good deal.” Terry grinned at him. “You want a Sprite? I hit the store this afternoon. Hey, did I apologize for yesterday? I was out of line. I think it’s the kudzu growing out of my ears.”
“I do, yeah. And you were, but I’m over it. We’ll all just treat each other like adults, yeah?”
“Yep. They impressed the hell out of me today.” Terry handed him a Sprite from the fridge. He noticed Terry had a bag of Lays, too. The man was a fiend for salt.
“There’s a killer diner down the road, by the by. We should try it sometime together.”
“Yeah? Save a lunch date for me the day I get back.” Terry pulled a face. “I hate having to leave you here.”
“I will do you proud, man. I swear to God, I’ll handle this.” He would do this if it killed him. His first huge commercial project.
“Oh, I don’t doubt it, Robin. I mean it. I just know this is a massive amount of work.”
“Well, you’ll be available on Skype, right? I mean, if I have questions, you’ll be a phone call away.”
“I will. I’ll send you my meeting schedule so you know the best time to call.”
Wow. Terry was all worked up about going back to Dallas without him.
“I’ll make sure and interrupt you during the boring ones.”
“Oh, you do know me well.” Terry sighed. “Okay, so I need to go over the numbers with you for the permits and initial draw. There will always be an overage of some kind.”
“Right. They’re coming with the budget tomorrow and I assume you’ll approve it before you leave. I have the blueprints from the architect and I’ll start the design boards while I’m keeping my eye on things.” Apparently that was one of the investors’ big demands. Someone from Terry’s firm on site at all times. Goodie.
Still, it had gotten him laid, hadn’t it? Not fucked, but they’d promised that, too. Saturday night, maybe. His ass clenched just thinking about it.
“I will. And I think that these two are going to work out. At least I know you’ll keep your eye on them.”
“I totally will.” He shared a grin with Terry. An eye. Both hands. “You gonna try to hook up with that little waiter?”
“We’re going out tonight.”
“You horndog!”
“Hey! I can’t help it. You’re inspiring me.” Terry winked.
“I don’t know what you mean…” He fought his grin for all he was.
“Uh-huh. Just be aware that they may be opening you up to a world of… stuff.”
“I know. I’m cool. I can say no.” The idea of the spanking made him a little tingly, a little nervous. The things the two of them said made him hard. So, yeah. He wanted to know everything.
“Yeah? They told you they were… different?”
“They’re a couple, you mean?” He was starting to get a little wigged again. Terry was acting oddly.
“They’re… more than that.”
It had to be the spanking thing. Had to be. Robin tried for casual. “I can handle a little kink.”
“A little kink? Is that what you’re calling it?”
“Dude, we’re heading into inappropriate land again.”
Terry stared at him a moment, then nodded sharply. “Okay. Look, do me a favor. Call me if you need anything. Business or personal. If things get strange with them, call me. I can help.”
He wasn’t sure if that was creepy or friendly, but he decided to choose friendly. It seemed the most reasonable answer. “Sure, man. Sure. Can we talk business now?”
“Yeah. I do have a date.” Terry winked, and they settled in to talk figures and plans.
Lord, the man made him nuts. Good thing he was an excellent boss. He was looking forward to sexting with Casey when Terry went on his date, though.
In fact, he couldn’t wait for the cat to go away so the mice could play.