Page 367 of Seasons of Love
Deep-blue eyes locked with mine before roaming south. I was held in place by his gaze, powerless to react as the magnetic power of those blues owned me like my body wasn’t mine anymore.
The brown-eyed guy sidled up to his husband, who put his arm around him without looking away from me. He whispered something I couldn't hear and the blue-eyed bear smiled a slow, hungry smile.
I swallowed, gripping the can of Lysol harder in my hand.
The younger man, who looked to be around my age, crossed the short length of the room toward me. He was my height, which made it easier to look straight into his eyes, as hard as it was to look away from the bigger guy.
"What's your name?" he asked, his voice soft but confident as he gently placed a hand on my chest.
"Jake," I said.
"Nice to meet you, Jake."
I would have laughed at the polite greeting if his other hand hadn't pressed against the hardness in my work pants. He definitely wasn't shy about touching another man in front of his husband.
I swallowed and closed my eyes when he touched me, to stop myself from spontaneously combusting. Not that it mattered because if I was caught in the room with guests, I’d definitely get my ass fired, whether or not I was related to the owner of the resort chain.
The deep voice I'd met before spoke, "Jake, I'm Mal, and the man attached to your groin is my husband, Griff."
If I had any doubts that it was possible to orgasm from someone's voice alone, I was getting pretty close to proving that theory correct.
I opened my eyes and choked out a laugh. I already knew their names. I knew everything I could about them. I’d checked them in. I’d cleaned their room daily, trying not to build a picture of who they were based on the stuff they'd left out in the open in their room. It hadn’t worked. The reality of the two men in front of me was so much better than my imagination.
"Fuck," I growled as Griff pulled the zipper down.
I held on to the chest of drawers behind me with one hand while holding the fucking can of Lysol with the other.
My body was like a coil, ready to spring at the lightest touch, and I couldn't resist pressing closer to Griff's hand.
He let out a soft giggle. "Baby," he said, looking behind at his husband. "Looks like we're going to use those after all."
He picked up a box of Trojan Magnum XL condoms and threw it on the bed.
I'd wondered about those every day I'd come in to clean the room. Why would they need condoms? And which one required the XL size?
Mal locked the door behind him and stalked toward me to claim my mouth.
How could a kiss be hard, soft, commanding, and reverent all at the same time?
I opened up for him, my body feeling like it would break in two, the bottom part begging for Griff’s hand and the top part yielding to Mal’s mouth.
"Tell us you want this," he said before he sucked on my bottom lip like it was candy.
"Yes," I said, sucking in a breath.
"Both of us."
"Yes."
I wrapped my arms around Mal. He picked me up like I was as light as a feather and dropped me on the bed, claiming my mouth with a desperation I hadn't felt from a lover in a long time.
The bed dipped on one side, and Mal turned us so Griff could come closer.
Behind me, Griff sucked on the skin of my neck while stretching his arm over me to touch Mal.
Strong hands groped my ass and pulled me closer. My erection pressed against Mal’s. Yeah, he was definitely extra-large.
“Turn over,” Griff said.
