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remember that Cheri was their mate. Theirs. Together.
    His cock jerked just at the thought of Paulo’s dark hands on her honeyed skin. They would look so beautiful together, Paulo stocky and muscled from all that hard work, all tanned skin and dark hair. Cheri soft and curvy, with masses of soft, strawberry-blonde hair. She thought she hid behind those glasses and those awful clothes. She didn’t fool him.
    The sound of that POS Ford rang out and Josh groaned, thighs spreading to give himself room. He was so damned ready; he’d spent way too much time imagining what was going on out there in the sunset.
    His back door opened, then closed and locked and, fuck him raw, Josh could smell Cheri on Paulo from the kitchen. His cock pushed up out of his soft sweats, the head damp. He made himself just sit there though. Waiting.
    “Mmm. Pretty man.” Paulo stood there in the light of the television, staring at him.
    “Hey, honey. You gonna come on over here?” He held out one hand, his breath starting to speed up even more.
    “Fuck yeah.” Paulo stalked over to him, ball cap soaring across the room. “ Querido , you should’ve been there.”
    “Yeah?” That warmed him a little, made him less grumpy. He didn’t want to be jealous; he just was a bit.
    Paulo nodded, bared his teeth. “She’s like an angel when she comes. I want to watch you fuck her, and I want to lick her while you fuck me.”
    His whole body jerked, heat rising up in his skin. “Come. Here.”
    Paulo growled, the sound needy and happy, and suddenly his lap was filled with hot, horny Mexican. “Bossy.”
    “Hell yes. You’ve been out with our girl. It’s my turn.” He didn’t want to think about Paulo making Cheri come first.
    “She was wet and slick, and her mouth, querido …”
    “Oh no fair.” He sank his hand into Paulo’s springy hair, pulling that naughty mouth down for a kiss.
    Paulo dove right into the kiss, rubbing against him as if the little fucker hadn’t just gotten off. Josh knew better—he could smell that too.
    “God, honey.” He panted when they broke for air. “You gonna show me what she did to you?”
    “Mmm. You want my mouth, querido ? Want to fuck my lips?” Shit, Paulo was evil, pure evil, and Josh loved it.
    “I do. Suck me, honey.”
    Paulo slipped down between his legs, tugged his sweats down and freed his poor, needy prick. He got one rough caress, stubbled cheek sliding along his shaft before the tip of his cock was taken in.
    His head thumped against the back of the couch, his hips rising, pushing his cock against the roof of Paulo’s mouth. Oh God. That was some good friction.
    Paulo reached up, pushed one finger into his mouth and fuck, the hint of their girl was there. Right there.
    Josh moaned, sucking that finger, learning Cheri’s flavor. She was sweet where Paulo was spicy, like wild honey. Paulo sucked him in time, matching him, the pressure perfect.
    He squirmed down until he got a better angle, humping like a mad thing. The heat was unreal, the wet suction making him moan on every breath.
    Strong, calloused fingers slid under his ass, digging in, sliding to the crack.
    Tensing up, he tried not to get grumpy about that. Him and Paulo, they were equals, right? He could let the man touch him.
    Paulo’s tongue slid over the slit of his cock, the fine lips popping off. “This ain’t about Alphaing each other, querido . I’d let you in. After.”
    “I know.” He did. It was just strange. Scratchy when Paulo touched his hole.
    Paulo grabbed his ass, tugged and ducked, and suddenly it was that hot tongue instead of a rough finger, sliding over him.
    Josh shouted, his cock jumping, his blood pounding in his ears. Christ, that felt good. Hot and wet and rough. He stopped worrying about why or what. It felt too fucking good to do anything but breathe.
    They moved together, Josh drawing his feet up so Paulo had better access. He wanted more of that addictive touch.
    Paulo moaned and that tongue licked