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he looked at Darcy’s body as a creative masterpiece, one he explored, but never fully understood.
    Sam bit his lower lip and then cursed when Logan moved. “Fuck!
    Hold still.”
    Garrett’s focus dropped to Logan’s hand pulling at his own cock.
    He looked like he suffered from a too stout erection as his face twisted into a carnal expression. He continued to tug at his cock, his eyes nearly pleading with Garrett for some sort of intervention. Sam buried deeper and deeper. “Come on, baby, get those hips gyrating this way.” He slapped his hand over Logan’s ass and Garrett flinched.
    Logan panted. The desire in the room whipped around them as Logan’s hunger appeared inscribed all over his body. His large hand wrapped around his own cock as the mushroom head peered over his Dancing With Darcy
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    own clenched fist. He bit down on his lip, cursed, and then sighed as Sam occasionally hit a spot Logan apparently liked more than others.
    Sam’s moves appeared calculated as he thrust into his lover. He smoothed his hand over Logan’s flank and then smacked him again.
    “Ouch, baby! Be easy back there.”
    “You want easy? Call a hooker. You want a man? Ride the one you’ve got. If you do it right, I might let you have it again tonight.”
    He slapped him again. This time, Logan hollered out Sam’s name and Sam yelled only for Garrett.
    Logan ducked his head, released his fisted dick, and pressed up on his palms. He looked down at his own urgent calling. Garrett didn’t miss it. It hung freely between his legs, swaying a bit to the left or right as Sam pumped his sweet cock into Logan’s ass.
    “Wanna?” Logan glanced back up at Garrett and invited him.
    “I…”
    “One time, just take my cock one time. If you like it, keep at it. If you don’t, no problem. Oh, shit! Damn it, Sam!” More slaps sounded out as a grand invitation to join them.
    Sam grabbed Logan’s hips and then worked his cock deeper.
    “That’s it baby. Hang on, let me get mine. Don’t act like a greedy…uh yeah! Fuck yeah! That’s it. Move with me.”
    Logan moved forward and stopped Sam cold.
    “What the fuck?” He gritted his teeth and stared at Logan and then Garrett. “I swear, I’m going to beat your ass if you don’t—”
    “If I don’t what?” Logan snipped. “I want Garrett to suck my cock-a-poo.” He didn’t whine—though some men might think it sounded similar to one—he purred. In a slow southern drawl, he crawled onto the bed and bit Garrett playfully on the hip. “Come on lover, give me some attention.”
    “I’ll show you some. I’ll even spice it up, flavor it real nice for you. Now, get your ass over here so I can love you.” Sam pulled Logan in front of him again and Garrett watched in amusement as he 22
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    yanked Logan from the bed and then kissed Logan’s neck with his eyes keenly focused on him .
    With a wicked tongue lingering over Logan’s lean neck, he nipped at his flesh and then kissed his way over his cheek. With a rough, masculine grip, he turned Logan’s head to the side. He held him in place and kissed him with a French kiss that was maddening to watch.
    While he sucked his tongue and nibbled at his lips, Sam fisted his cock and ran it over Logan’s hip.
    Garrett watched Darcy. She tilted her head and then pointed her finger at them. Nodding, she seemed to give her approval, encourage his participation.
    Sam continued to kiss all over Logan. His tongue reached for Logan’s but his eyes called out to Garrett. He held Garrett in a fiery trance. It drove him insane to watch two men kiss, fondle, and satisfy one another with such an unselfish love.
    Garrett wanted some of the action but he realized to join in and participate meant a little more to these two. They didn’t take someone to their bed unless they planned to keep them there. He’d watched them take one other man into their home and he stayed for nearly a year before he returned to a former lover.
    “Kiss us,