9
When Cooper reached their apartment, he stood in front of the door for a few moments, afraid to go inside. Whatever happened next was going to determine the path of his future. What if it didn’t go in the direction he hoped?
He might have hesitated even longer if he hadn’t heard a muffled groan.
With a twist of his wrist, he stepped inside and found that it had been a sound of pleasure, not one of pain. Cooper realized then that Andi’s molestation had impacted them all, more than they’d admitted to themselves.
He was simultaneously relieved to find his roommates safe and more worried that they might be too tangled up in complications to find their way free. He took off his coat and set his briefcase on the floor near his shoes, which he’d toed off.
Then he stood there, admiring the way Reed and Simon fit with Andi.
Simon was lying on the couch on his back while Andi straddled him. She rode him while Reed cupped her breasts from behind. He plumped them, pinching her nipples and biting the nape of her neck until she begged him to fuck her, too.
It had only been a week or so since they’d triple-teamed her in the hotel. This was her new favorite way to play. He knew they’d make room for him, too, if he wandered between them. He didn’t.
Cooper tensed as Reed did as she asked. Reed retrieved a bottle of lube from the drawer in their coffee table then used it to slick his hard-on. Andi’s ass was next. It glistened before Reed smacked it, making Andi moan and Simon curse. She must have squeezed his cock with her pussy as the sharp sting of Reed’s palm traveled through her.
It said something that the three of them didn’t even notice him ogling them.
He stayed long enough to witness the powerful moment when they connected, as Reed eased himself inside Andi’s body, making sure she felt nothing except pleasure. Seeing the three of them joined—making each other feel so damn good it made his own socked toes dig into the hardwood floor—well, he knew he had some tough decisions to make.
How could he give that up? Cut himself out of experiencing it for the rest of his life?
They would be okay without him—look at them…
But could he survive without them?
Cooper balled his hands into fists and marched past the trio, heading toward his room. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spent the night in there, alone. Tonight would be the first in a while.
He needed to think. Needed to get away from the temptation brought on by the sights and sounds now behind him. Of course, Reed wasn’t about to let him escape that easily. Once Cooper had passed the guy, entering his field of vision, he called out, “Aren’t you going to come over here for a better look? Maybe give us a hand?”
Cooper had to admit, any other time, he would have.
“Looks like you’re doing a pretty good job on your own.” He shrugged one shoulder and willed himself not to stare. If he did, he might get sucked into their good time. That would only makes things harder when he came clean about Marty and his job and how he might have to go back in the poly-closet after they’d only just resolved not to sneak around like this was wrong anymore.
Fuck. He wouldn’t blame Andi if she kicked him out for backtracking like that.
Cooper ignored Simon and Andi’s escalating moans and what it could mean for him if he just gave in to temptation and joined them, like usual. He stomped to his room and slammed the door. It didn’t feel like a sanctuary, though. It felt foreign.
Usually him and the rest of the guys shared Andi’s personal space. She didn’t seem to mind in the least. In fact, she would usually come find one or all of them when she was ready to go to bed for the night. None of them enjoyed sleeping alone anymore.
Cooper crashed into the stiff, perfectly made bed, which was far less comfortable than the crumpled sheets and covers of Andi’s. He grabbed an overstuffed pillow, which hadn’t yet been properly mashed down by too many people resting on it. With a curse, he drew it over his head and tried to muffle the escalating sounds of rapture drifting in from the living room.
His cock didn’t get the message. It got harder and harder the longer he listened to how much fun his roommates were having. It did not approve of hiding in the dark while they were out there, really living.
Shit.
He compromised. Still refusing to get up and head back to Andi, he instead unbuckled his belt and opened his pants before slipping his hand into them. He groaned as his fingers wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke, picturing Andi sandwiched between Simon and Reed, loving every moment.
He knew if he’d given her a chance, went and stood by her side, she would have turned toward him and taken him into her mouth. Cooper could have been getting an incredible blowjob right then instead of jerking himself off in the shadows.
That would only dig him deeper. What would happen when he had to face reality again, outside this little bubble where all that mattered was how much they cared for each other?
Damn it! Cooper’s dick chose that moment to deflate. He let go with a snarl and flung his hands out, letting them flop onto the bed. Useless.
It was then that he realized the moans and slapping of flesh on flesh had ceased. At least he wouldn’t be tortured by them anymore. He closed his eyes, exhausted. Maybe he could fall asleep and stay unconscious for a while.
Nope.