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wanted.
    Unable to stop himself, Jesse opened his eyes and looked at Chris’ face. He had his eyes open, watching Kayla sucking. When Chris caught Jesse looking at him, he chuckled and shook his head. “That’s fucking hot.”
    Jesse’s eyes never left Chris’ face. “Yeah, it is.”
    Chris held his stare and thrust into Kayla before he broke contact. Jesse’s heart rate quickened. For a moment it felt as if Chris was right there with him. Kayla pulled back slightly and opened her eyes and looked at Jesse.
    Right now the last thing he wanted was for Kayla to analyze him. He wanted nothing more than to just enjoy this experience. Threading his fingers into her hair, he held her head down against his dick. She chuckled against him. The vibration of her laugh sent a jolt of pleasure along his shaft.
    “Fuck,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. Dropping his head back, he closed his eyes, allowing the sensations to take over his body.
    He could feel Kayla’s impending orgasm as the suction changed, her breathing hitched and little squeals sounded deep in her throat.
    “You almost done there, man? ’Cause I am trying to hold on for you, but you better fucking finish soon.” His voice was broken, husky with need.
    Jesse opened his eyes and looked at Chris. The raw, naked passion on his face was all Jesse needed to send him over the edge.
    With his orgasm taken care of, Jesse reached between Kayla’s legs and pushed Chris’ hand aside. “I got this,” he told him.
    Chris grunted in reply, his hands shifting back to grip Kayla’s hips. She looked so small next to Chris’ large frame. Jesse could only imagine how tight she must feel on his thick cock.
    He felt Kayla spasm against his finger as an orgasm overtook her body, and she collapsed forward against him, providing Jesse with an unobstructed view of Chris as he continued to pound into her. His face clenched as if in pain, the cords of his neck tight as every muscle in Chris’ body contracted into the delicious rhythm to reach orgasm. He shuddered, a loud, hoarse groan ripped from his chest as he reached his own release.
    Fuck that was hot .
    Chris collapsed onto the bed and pulled Kayla up against him. He kissed the side of her head—the gesture so tender Jesse could almost feel it.
    Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. In the past he’d always been able to ignore any feelings he had for Chris. Sure, he’d always wanted him, but it was enough to just be around him, he didn’t need anything else. But something about being with Kayla was changing that. He loved them both so much it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to reach out and touch Chris, but he didn’t have the first clue how his friend would respond. An arrow of jealousy speared him as he watched Kayla stroke Chris’ chest in the lazy afterglow. Not because he didn’t want her there, because God knows he did, but he longed to be able to touch Chris as well.
    He clenched his hand to stop himself from reaching out to touch Chris. God, he needed to get a grip. Jesse eased himself off the bed.
    “Where are you going?” Chris’ sleepy voice halted his steps. “Am I taking up too much of the bed?”
    “No, you’re fine. I just need to go to the bathroom.” Jesse looked at them resting on the bed. The look of understanding on Kayla’s face told him she knew exactly why he was escaping into the washroom.
    She reached out her hand and squeezed his fingers. “Hurry back.”
    He nodded his head, unable to say anything.
    When he came out of the bathroom they were both asleep, allowing him to slide into bed unnoticed.
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    The next morning Jesse woke alone, the bedroom empty. Following the sounds of laughter, he found Kayla sitting on the counter in one of his sweatshirts, watching Chris make breakfast.
    “Finally. We were wondering what happened to you. You slept like the dead,” Chris said, glancing over his shoulder from his place at the stove. “Kay wanted French