Noah blushed but shook his head with a shy smile. “No.”
“He likes having people watch him. Right?”
Noah nodded, glancing at me.
“You looking forward to your performance tomorrow, Noah?” Luke asked.
“God, yes.” Naked, now, Noah stepped into the tub and sank to his chest. “Oh, that feels so good.”
Luke stepped into the tub next, sinking down beside Noah, and said, “Get in here, cowboy.”
I shucked my shorts and boxers, then steadied my hat with one hand as I stepped carefully into the tub, trying to ignore my half hard cock and aching muscles. I hadn’t played sports in a very long time.
As I sank into the bath, my hand cupping my junk, the water enveloping me, I couldn’t contain a moan of sheer, sensual pleasure. “Oh my God, so good.”
Luke grinned and moved to the side so we each had ample space to relax. “I knew you’d like this.”
I grinned beatifically at him and leaned my head back, nudging my hat forward so the darned thing would stay perched on my head.
“Fuck,” Luke swore. “That hat will be the end of me.”
“You said that before.”
“Only ’cause every time I see you in it, I want to fuck you and suck you all kinds of ways.” He glanced at Noah, who licked his lips, then back at me. “Again. And again and again. I had no idea I had a thing for cowboys till you showed up.”
I smiled dreamily, pleased with the attention. “Yeah? Well, I had no idea I’d get off so hard seeing men dressed like ponies with fucking butt-plug tails and cock cages. Go figure.”
Luke and Noah laughed.
“Well,” Luke said. “Don’t we make a kinky threesome.” He dipped his head back to wet his hair. “You ever try group sex, cowboy?”
“What?”
“A threesome.” Luke’s tongue lingered on his top lip as he waited for my answer.
I shrugged. “No.” I glanced at Noah, whose eyes had gotten wider. “Not yet.”
“Figures,” Luke muttered.
God, what was his problem? Why did he have to be such an asshole? An asshole who made me hard every time he looked at me. “Why do you think I’m so innocent, anyway?”
“Because Connor said you almost came in your pants when Adam showed you the photos in the album.”
I remembered my reaction to the picture in the album. Luke had a point.
“I’m not innocent,” I said. “I’m not naive. You think I haven’t done some things?”
Luke raised his eyebrows. “What things?”
“I spanked a guy over my lap once,” I said. “He liked it.”
“I bet he fucking liked it,” Luke said, winking. He played with the bubbles, then spoke without looking up. “You ever been spanked over someone’s lap?”
I blushed. “No,” I said, a little too quickly.
“’Cause I’ll spank you over my lap whenever you want a good hiding, cowboy. Or whenever I think you need one.”
I squirmed, feeling my cock thicken.
