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Riley turned his head and kissed Allen’s palm, smiling when it earned him a gasp from the pretty man. “And you think we’ll be okay with having separate marriages?”
“Mr. Evans!” Allen hissed, practically climbing into Riley’s lap so they could whisper. “Are you saying that you want to marry Kingston in the future?”
There was no denying the truth because a future where he woke up to Kingston beside him in their bed, wearing a ring from Riley that he’d made a promise on, lit something dangerous and all-consuming inside of him.
The thought of not waking up with Kingston in his arms for the rest of his life didn’t make sense.
Neither did the idea of losing those quiet moments in the morning, when Kingston was still half asleep, and his walls had lowered enough for Riley to scale the top. Those moments when he was soft and affectionate without realizing it, and when he tucked himself closer and sought out warmth without thinking.
Those moments belonged to Riley.
To all of them, really.
Because Riley didn’t want to keep them for himself. He wanted Allen and Jake to see that side of Kingston too. To experience the sleepy smiles and needy affection. To discover their own ways of making him feel safe enough to let his walls down.
To help him become softer.
Not because there was anything wrong with who Kingston was now, but because every time he relaxed enough to let himself be cared for, Riley felt like he’d been trusted with something precious.
“I’m going to marry him,” Riley declared, certain that it was the truth. “I think we need more time than you and Jake, but that’s what I want. Him with me, and us with you.”
He was shocked, but not disappointed, when Allen moved in fast and closed the gap until their bodies fit together snugly. He pressed his mouth to Riley’s, lips parting just enough to catch his lower lip between his teeth before sucking it in.
Riley’s hands found Allen’s hips instantly, fingers digging in hard enough to wrinkle the fabric of his shirt. He tilted his head, keeping in mind that they were in public as he angled the kiss just a little deeper, his tongue sliding past Allen’s lips to stroke against his.
Allen answered with a low sound in his throat and pushed closer, chest to chest, the heat of their bodies bleeding through thin cotton. Their mouths moved, wet and open, while Riley’s thumbs rubbed small circles over Allen’s hipbones.
Allen’s hands came up to frame Riley’s jaw, holding him steady as he licked into his mouth again, tasting every corner before pulling back just enough to bite Riley’s bottom lip and tug until he let go.
“Good boy,” Allen purred. His face was flushed from the alcohol and the kiss, but the confidence in his tone told Riley exactly who was in charge between them.
“Why am I a good boy?” Riley asked, unable to stop himself now that his brain was still rebooting from the hot makeout session.
Allen brushed their noses together and chuckled, gazing at Riley through heavy-lidded eyes. “You’re just so good for me, and I’m excited because now that I know we’re doing this, I know you’ll be so good for Jake too.”
Jake?
Riley didn’t know what Jake had to do with anything, but he didn’t like the way Allen was smiling at him. And it wasn’t until Allen had excused himself to pay the tab that Riley finally understood what the devious brat was hinting at.
He knew having sex with Jake was going to happen eventually, but he didn’t know it was something Allen was looking forward to. Kingston, he understood because the guy got off on the idea of Riley being dominated, but Allen’s teasing about the subject had seemed half-hearted at best.
“We still have time before we have to go back to the penthouse,” Allen said once he returned to the table. “Are you any good at arcade games? I saw there was a new place set up a block from where we are, and I want to try it out.”
Riley wouldn’t have taken Allen for an arcade guy, but it made sense with his competitive nature. He was still a little dazed as he stood and offered his arm to Allen, leading him out of the bar with a goodbye wave to the red-faced employees, who returned the gesture with giddy excitement.
Allen clung to him for the entirety of the short walk to the arcade, but the second they stepped through the doors, Riley was abandoned in favour of a racing game that came with a rideable motorcycle.
The arcade was loud in the way all arcades were. Music blasted from a dozen different machines at once, lights flashed from every direction, and the air smelled faintly of popcorn, pizza, and overheated electronics. Children darted between games with fistfuls of tickets while teenagers crowded around claw machines and air hockey tables, reacting loudly whenever someone scored a point.
Jake would have hated the place so much that he probably would have run outside and puked, but Allen looked completely at home amongst all the chaos and dizzying lights.
Chuckling, Riley sauntered over to Allen and hovered close by so he could watch his progress on the screen. He didn’t have lots of experience with arcades because he had never strayed far from Jake growing up, but he could admit that it looked fun.
“Jake wouldhatethis place,” Allen said without taking his eyes off the screen. “But he was bummed out about not being able to put the arcade on his list of date ideas because he wanted to win me a stuffed animal. That’s why I suggested coming here. Now we can have fun and win him a stuffy together—and I don’t think Kingston would say no to one either.”
Riley subtly folded his arms over his chest so he could apply pressure to his suddenly achy ribs. He wasn’t sure why love hurt so much when he was with his three guys, but he hoped it would never stop, even if it was painful.
“There’s a second bike here, Evans,” Allen said, pointing at the empty motorcycle beside him. “Sit your ass down. We have tickets to win.”
