Free Sandpipers' Secrets by Jade Archer Page A

He felt heat rush to his face in embarrassment. It had been so long since he had been with a lover. So long since he could afford to lower his guard enough to risk getting close to someone. Worrying about Wolf had taken up all of his time and energy. Now that they were finally safe from the constant sex, drugs, and crime that he been their daily nightmare for the past four years, his cock seemed to have awoken with a vengeance.
    Brody couldn’t remember ever getting this hard before. It left him aching with need. A need he could afford to indulge for the first time since he had started his desperate bid to rescue his brother. But what must these men think of him at the moment? He was all but throwing himself at them like a common street whore.
    Brody was just about to step away when he felt a soft touch to his cheek.
    “Beautiful,” Lark whispered as he gazed up at him with awe and desire in his eyes.
    Brody didn’t know what to say. When he sensed Zak move, he switched his gaze back to the bigger man. But instead of finding jealousy or anger in Zak’s face, Brody saw that Zak’s eyes had gone molten with lust.
    Lark began to rub his hand against Brody’s cock again, breaking him out of his stupor. But all he could seem to utter was another lustful moan as his hips thrust forward completely of their own volition.
    Apparently taking his groan of appreciation for consent, Lark reached to unfasten his pants. His movements were hurried and fumbling, as if he were nearly frantic with desire or expecting to be stopped at any moment.
    “Lark!” Zak barked sharply, and this time Lark stilled. The tone of Zak’s voice allowed no argument this time.
    Both Lark and Brody froze, but Brody’s cock twitched as Zak’s commanding figure moved to hover over them.
    “Zak—” Lark began to beg pitifully, but Zak cut him off with a stern look.
    “If you have any doubts about this, Brody. If this isn’t what you want, or even if it is, but you need more time, you need to say something now. No regrets. No taking it back.”

    Zak’s uncompromising gaze held Brody transfixed. He wasn’t sure what ‘it’ was, but he couldn’t deny he wanted the two men. He wanted them so bad, his cock was about to have a permanent zipper imprint if it wasn’t released soon. But he was equally unsure whether letting this continue wouldn’t be one of the stupidest things he had ever done. It was just a pity all the blood was currently pooling in his groin, leaving only a skeleton crew on duty in his brain where he might have had some chance to make a sensible decision and veto the ‘let’s get it on’ party in his pants.
    Lark leant forward on his tiptoes and planted a light, almost chaste kiss to Brody’s jaw. “Whatever you decide, Brody. Really. There’s no rush.”
    The sincerity and gentle regard, along with the certainty of how hard it had been for Lark—the fiery little go-getter—to say the words, did strange things to Brody in the region of his chest that he wasn’t quite ready to face. He couldn’t stop himself from tilting his head down to lightly kiss Lark’s soft, pink lips.
    He wouldn’t regret this, whatever happened, wherever it might lead them. He wanted them. Needed them. And they wanted him. In the end, it was that simple.
    When Lark kissed him back, Brody very tentatively ran the tip of his tongue over the other man’s lips and was amazed when Lark opened to him immediately—sucking him in so their tongues tangled together. Pulling away, Brody thrilled when their lips clung together for a moment, as if their bodies didn’t want to be parted. He stared down into Lark’s heated eyes.
    “I want this,” Brody said, surprised when his voice came out low and steady. Turning his head, Brody looked straight into Zak’s eyes so there would be no misunderstanding. “I want you both.”
    “Show me,” Zak demanded in a gravel-rough rumble that made Brody shiver with lust.
    “Shall we give Zak a show?” Lark asked,