whispered.
“Strip.”
His eyebrows drawing together, Hex nodded slowly and reached down for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head.
“Slowly,” Echo amended with a slight smirk. “You want to make this right? Strip for me…and make it sexy.” He looked at Eyce and jerked his head toward Hex. “You, too.”
“What? Me? What did I do?”
“You all tried to keep this from me. I’ll get the others later.” Echo winked mischievously and wiggled his fingers for Eyce to join Hex at the end of the bed.
The two men undressed slowly, their movements awkward and stilted, lacking any kind of fluidity. Echo just rolled his eyes and shook his head in mock exasperation. “You suck at this. Just get ‘em off.”
Neither of his lovers stopped to ask questions, but stripped in record time, sending their clothes flying about the room. When they’d finally divested their clothing, they stood shoulder to shoulder, tall and proud for Echo’s viewing pleasure. “Yum,” he purred as he crawled to the end of the bed. Then he tucked his legs under him and kneeled on the mattress, looking up at Hex. “Apologize and mean it.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean a damn word of it. I know you’re not stupid or a child. Let me make it up to you.”
“I’m sorry, too,” Eyce added quietly. “I shouldn’t have kept things from you, but I just hate it when you’re upset. I wanted to have a plan in place before we told you, so you could feel safe even though there was danger.”
“Now, was that so hard?”
“Does this mean we’re forgiven?” Hex asked hopefully.
“I’ll think about.” Echo wiggled his eyebrows playfully and held his arms out to his lovers. “I think I could be persuaded, though.”
Hex started to reach out for him, but stopped and frowned. “If you don’t like when we carry you or hold you in our laps, why did you let us do it?”
“I never said I didn’t like it. I love it, in fact. I let you take care of me because you seem to need it, and well, it makes me feel special. It doesn’t make me weak, though.”
“No, you definitely aren’t weak.” Hex’s eyes softened, and he stroked Echo’s cheek with his fingertips. “What do you want, baby? Tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”
Hex’s palm curled around his cheek, and Echo nuzzled into it for just a moment before pulling away. “I need you to give up some of that control, big guy. Let someone else be in charge for a change.”
Echo wrapped his fingers around his lover’s wrist and pulled gently until Hex sat down on the foot of the bed beside him. “Let us take care of you.”
Hex gulped, but nodded slowly, letting Echo push him back to the mattress and climb on top of him to straddle his hips. “Trust me,” Echo whispered, leaning down to brush his lips over his lover’s. “Just trust me.”
* * * *
Eyce watched his lovers kiss and touch, wanting more than anything to join in with them. He knew Hex needed this time with Echo to fix what they’d broken, though. So, he stood there, breathing heavily as he stroked his aching cock, his eyes roaming over all of the damp, naked flesh on the bed.
He didn’t know what Echo had planned, but he wanted to be ready when his little mate gave the word. Hurrying around the side of the bed, he dug through the nightstand, almost groaning in relief when he came up with a small bottle of lube. Wrapping it up in his fist like a precious gift, he went back to his place at the foot of the bed.
Echo kissed Hex for a few more minutes before he finally lifted his head and peeked over his shoulder at Eyce. His eyes caressed Eyce’s body, almost like a physical touch, and his gaze lingered on Eyce’s jutting cock as he licked his swollen lips. Then he lifted one hand, stuck up a finger, and crooked it at Eyce.
Without waiting for a response, Echo turned again, and crawled over Hex’s body to retrieve the pillows from the head of the bed. He pushed two under Hex’s head,