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murmurs.
    As Dennis and I come to the top of the stairs, Tucker is exiting the bathroom with a towel slung low around his hips.
    “Everything okay?” he asks with a frown as he looks at me.
    I guess something on my face gave me away.
    Dennis pats Tucker’s arm to get his attention then asks, “Do you mind if Duke sleeps with us tonight? He’s feeling depressed again and could use the comfort.”
    “Of course not,” Tucker says immediately.
    “Actually, we should sleep in my bed because it’s a king,” I sign, knowing both of them will understand me.
    We all agree. Fifteen minutes later, after we all go through our little bedtime routines, and Dennis sets his alarm for tomorrow, we are all snuggled in my bed under the covers with Dennis in the middle. We’re all spooning with Tucker’s front against Dennis’ back and Dennis’ front against my back. Dennis is kind enough to keep his hips away from my ass.
    “Let’s never speak of this night again,” I grumble into the silence.
    Dennis chuckles behind me, his breath tickling my neck and making me squirm.
    “Goddammit, stop that,” I huff.
    “Sorry.” He snickers, turning his face away from my neck.
    “Fuck, I wish you were a woman.”
    Relaxing into the comfort provided by my friend’s arms, I quickly fall to sleep.
    Dennis and Tucker stumble through the front door locked in one of the most passionate kisses I’ve ever seen. Tucker seems to be the aggressor. His hands are fisted in Dennis’ shirt and he shoves him up against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, right in my line of sight. Dennis has his fingers tangled in Tucker’s curls.
    I blink a few times. I’m weirdly intrigued and…kinda turned on. They are being really rough with each other, something I could never be with a woman, and it’s really fucking hot. I like getting rough in bed. I’ve only had a couple of women who could handle me letting loose on them. Neither one of those women were the ones I married. Maybe that was my problem.
    I watch as Tucker drags his mouth down to Dennis’ neck, one of his hands going to cup Dennis through his jeans. Shit, should I let them know that I’m here? Or watch like a fucking pervert? Dennis sucks in a sharp breath and a jolt of…something…shoots straight to my dick.
    Dennis thunks his head back against the wall as Tucker drops to his knees. Oh. My. God! My eyes widen as I watch my best friend unbutton another dude’s jeans. I swallow hard, my mouth now as dry as cotton. I’m stuck here. I want to leave. I want to turn away, but I can’t. Because I want to see what it is that these two have found. It’s gotta be good if they’ve switched teams, right?
    Dennis yanks his shirt off before sifting his fingers through Tucker’s hair. He must have a thing for Tucker’s hair; his fingers are always in it, even when he’s not about to get head from my best friend. Tucker pulls Dennis’ jeans and boxer-briefs down to the middle of his thighs, freeing his erection. Tucker hums his appreciation as he rubs his hands up and down Dennis’ thighs and hips.
    I have to admit, Dennis is built really fucking nice. He’s tall, about the same height as I am, but where I’m bulkier in muscle mass, he has more of an athletic build. Long and lean and cut. And okay, he’s pretty good looking, too. As is Tucker. Those piercing blue eyes of his are stunning.
    “Fuck, babe, don’t tease me,” Dennis rasps, his eyes locked onto Tucker’s.
    I can only see the side of Tucker’s face, but I can tell that he’s grinning because I catch a flash of white from his teeth. The next thing he does has me biting my tongue in order to keep quiet; he drags his tongue up the length of Dennis’ cock. Dennis moans long and low and…fuck, I want to moan right along with him, which shocks the hell out of me.
    My pants have become uncomfortably tight as my own cock swells from the erotic show going on a few feet away from me. I fight the urge to touch myself. I’m not