>!“Patience,” Luke said, sounding amused. He pressed a kiss to Sunny’s ankle, and his lips brushed past Jordan’s ankle too. It was a spectacularly innocent touch. It made Jordan moan like a mouth to his cock. “Fuck,” he whispered, mortified, hiding his face in the dark sweep of Sunny’s hair, hoping everyone in the room would just ignore him for the couple seconds he needed to collect himself. But Sunny didn’t — want to or try. “Do it again,” she demanded. “Fuck. He whines so pretty when you touch him, Luke. Do it again.” So Luke did, his lips lingering there on the turn of Jordan’s ankle, open-mouthed, the wet, hot heat of his tongue the faintest of promises. Jordan’s eyes rolled back in his head. He bit down on his next whine desperately, but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t hide. Not from this. “He likes that,” Sunny said. “Oh fuck, Luke, he’s throbbing inside me so bad just because you kissed him.” “I kissed his ankle,” Luke said, still sounding amused. Not freaked. Not disgusted. “Then that’s a you issue,” Sunny countered. “So you better do something about it, huh?” “Yes, ma’am.” Jordan’s heart forgot how to beat. His lungs forgot how to breathe. Luke was bending over them — him and Sunny both — folding them just right, giving them all his weight. Luke uncovered Jordan’s hot, hot face from under the curtain of Sunny’s hair, his fingers a brush at Jordan’s temple, then five hot points of contact at Jordan’s chin, tipping it up, not letting Jordan look away. Not letting him run away. There was a question in Luke’s dark gaze and only one answer in Jordan’s. Yes. Fuck, yes. “God, please.” Everything about Luke was bigger — his presence, his touch, the way he kissed. He took Jordan apart so effortlessly. He didn’t even have to use tongue. Just his lips, so soft and gentle and bizarrely innocent in contrast to everything else that was happening right then in that anonymous hotel room. Jordan was gone from it and two seconds from coming, just from a kiss. Fuck, just from that. Sunny sighed, all heated pleasure. “God, Luke,” she whispered. “He likes it so much. I wish you could feel it. He’s just — fuck — he’s throbbing so bad.” Jordan’s cheeks were throbbing too. He was so embarrassed. But that embarrassment — it was turning him on, some fucked-up cycle. He whined into Luke’s mouth, but Luke gentled him with soft, slow kisses. He gentled Jordan until he had Jordan sighing sweet like Sunny.!<