You Can See Me (21 page)

When they’d come into the bedroom, Ric could see that Blair was feigning sleep. His chest was rising and falling too fast, and his cheeks were flushed red. Ric didn’t say anything. He just let Pres wrap him up, and Ric got into his usual position.

It was the middle of the night, and Ric jerked awake at the sound of something dropping in the living room. He rose up to look at Pres and saw he was still asleep. However, Blair was gone. Ric figured he was probably getting a drink or something and lay back down.

When he heard the alarm beeping that the door was being opened, he jumped out of bed and shot out of the bedroom door so fast that he almost kicked Josey in his haste. He just caught up to Blair and jumped in front of him to slam the door back closed before he could leave.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going? It’s three in the morning.” Ric took in Blair’s appearance.

Oh no.

Blair’s usually bright hazel-brown eyes were bloodshot red.

He’s been crying.

His hair was sticking up in several directions, like he’d run his fingers through it a thousand times. His jeans were unbuttoned, and his T-shirt was wrinkled as if he’d really been trying to make a fast exit. What Ric noticed most was the large duffel bag on Blair’s shoulder.

“What the hell, Blair? What is this?” Ric’s eyes darted to Blair’s bag and back to his eyes.

“I’m going home, Rickson.”

He called me Rickson, not Bear. Fuck.

Ric had to take a deep breath before responding to Blair’s answer. “What do you mean? You are home. Your home is with us, baby. What’s the matter?”

Ric stepped in to put his hands around Blair’s waist, but was pushed back hard.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Blair hissed.

“Jesus Christ. What is going on, Blair? I’m sorry if I missed something huge here, but you’re gonna have to explain what the hell I did.”

“You don’t need me, Ric. Neither of you do. I’m just the cocksucker in this trio.” Blair’s tears were falling so fast that he stopped trying to wipe at them.

“Cocksu…” Ric couldn’t even finish saying the derogatory word. He was completely taken aback at the term Blair had just called himself. “You’re wrong. Don’t say that.”

“I see you two. When you’re together, I don’t even fucking exist! Yeah, Ric, you’ll come in and give me a quick kiss and pat me on the ass, but when you turn your eyes on Prescott…” Blair’s sob burst from his chest, and it made Ric’s heart seize. “When you look at him…Christ…I know that neither one of you will ever look at me like that. You look at me as the whore that y’all have at your disposal, or your play toy when you want to get kinky, and you save the love for your own private moments.”

“Blair, baby, you’re wrong. You know how we feel about you. You’re everything to us. This whole thing doesn’t even work without you,” Ric said loudly, hoping that Pres would hear this and come to help him.

“That’s bullshit!” Blair yelled, his anger slamming to the surface. “I saw the two of you tonight. I saw you…God…I saw you. Neither one of you gave a fuckin’ second thought about your whore.” Blair pointed at the bedroom, spittle flying out of his mouth as he yelled. “I’d been closed up in that goddamn room all evening crying to myself, hoping that one of you would think of me, come and get me.” Blair’s voice dropped dangerously low, and Ric felt chill bumps break out on his arms. “But y’all just lay there in each other’s arms perfectly content. I know I like to get off on being nasty and you calling me your slut, but I never thought you all really considered me as just that.”

Ric could only shake his head. He hadn’t realized what they’d done to Blair by excluding him tonight, but was it reasonable to think that neither one could touch or love on the other without the third being present? He had to somehow show Blair that him making love to Pres didn’t mean that he didn’t love him as well.

 I love him, too.

Ric loved Blair, too. He really did. He’d have to show him that he loved them both, but right now Blair was so angry, Ric wasn’t sure he could get through to him.

“I know we’ve been together only a few weeks, but no one’s even tried to make love to me.” Blair poked his finger at his heart. “I have wants and needs, too. All you want me to do is suck your motherfuckin’ cocks while y’all make love to each other. Well forget about it. If you want a whore, then you’ll have to rent one, because that’s not what I’ll be for you anymore.”

Blair moved to go for the door handle, but Ric stopped him, again, bumping him in the process. Ric’s large chest muscles were on full display since he didn’t sleep in a shirt.

“Your muscles don’t scare me, Ric. If you keep trying to stop me from leaving, I’m going to show you how big of a mistake you’re making,” Blair growled. He lowered his head and glared up at Ric through wet, spiky lashes. “Now. Let. Me. Go.” He snapped each word and stepped forward, teeth clenched as he spoke. “Because a kick in the nuts will drop even the biggest motherfucker to the ground.”

Ric was damned if he wasn’t turned on to no end. His sexy Texan’s composure was nonexistent, and in its place was a hissing rattlesnake daring Ric to make another move. Blair’s cool, placid demeanor was one of the man’s most attractive qualities, but when he was in full-on rage mode, it made Ric’s dick hard enough to pound nails.

Holy hell.

Ric knew he had to get his wayward libido under control. He needed to calm Blair down and show him the love that he wanted…no, deserved.

Ric slowly put both hands up in a placating gesture, in hopes to ward off Blair’s threat at kicking his ass. Ric was a big man, and he had about eighty pounds on Blair’s sinewy frame, but Blair was just as tall as Ric and could no doubt give him a good bout if he had to. Ric would be damned if it was going to come to that. His Tex was mad, and he had a right to be, but Ric would never lay a hand on him to hurt him physically. If he had to, he’d gladly take every blow Blair dished out if it’d make him stay.

“Five minutes, baby?” Ric asked.

“No,” said Blair.

“Why? I don’t deserve five minutes before you walk out on us?” Ric glared back.

“You don’t deserve shit, Rickson. You know why? Do you fuckin’ know why?” Blair shoved his finger into Ric’s bare chest.

“Why, honey?” Ric whispered, closing his eyes at the hurt radiating off his beautiful man.

“You took Prescott to his first movie in over five years the other day. Just the damn two of you. That was major for him. That was major in this relationship. I was stupid enough to think we’d be doing things like that together, but no. You two decided you didn’t need your slut tagging along, and y’all went on to enjoy your evening.”

“You were at work, Blair,” Ric tried to reason.

“So the fuck what, Ric! It doesn’t matter where I was. Did it ever occur to you selfish assholes that I’d come back home?” Blair yelled while violently shaking his head back and forth. “No. I’m not doing this. I’m not going to point out every time you jerks have hurt me. I’m done. I’m sure once I’m gone, you will have no problem going back and climbing in that bed to have a long, peaceful sleep beside the only man you want and will ever love.”

“God, Blair, I’m so sorry. Please let me make this right. I can’t lose you. I’m not lying when I say this doesn’t work without you. I’d be heartbroken if you left, and Pres would be, too.” Ric thought he saw a little crack in Blair’s anger, so he hurried to keep talking. “I never meant to hurt you. I swear on everything I know that I didn’t realize what I was doing to you. If you just come back in and give me a few minutes to talk to you, I just want to clarify some things…please.”

Ric watched Blair take his fists and dig them into his eyes, blowing out a deep breath.

He doesn’t want to leave.

He took the chance and hesitantly stepped into Blair’s space.

“Come here, please.” Ric pulled Blair into him. Blair stayed stiff in his arms as Ric hugged him tightly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I promise, I didn’t. Just give us a chance to fix it. I need you just as much as I need him.” Ric felt Blair suck in a breath and start to fight his hold. “Don’t fight, baby. I would never lie to you.”

Ric had to go for broke now. He pressed his lips to the shell of Blair’s ear and spoke in a hushed tone. “When I first saw you at Pres’s door all those months ago, I was so angry. Not only because Pres was moving on”—Ric lifted Blair’s chin to look in his eyes—“but because you were so gorgeous and I wanted you for myself.”

Blair’s bottom lip trembled.

“I’d see you and him together, happy and smiling. God, I was so miserable back then. I didn’t even realize how much I wanted to be a part of what y’all had. The love I feel did start with just Prescott, but it ends with you, baby. I don’t want to do this without you.” Ric leaned in and pressed the tenderest kiss to Blair’s mouth. He took the duffel bag off Blair’s shoulder, gripped his hand, and pulled him into the den. Ric sat down on the wide couch and pulled him onto his lap.

He hooked his arms around Blair’s waist and looked him in his eyes before he continued to speak. “You’re crazy if you think that Pres and I want a whore in our bed. I don’t want one, and I’ll never have one, in my bed. When I call you my slut, it’s just getting a little nasty talk in for excitement…and only talk. You are not a play toy. You are a talented, smart, gorgeous man…my man.” Ric leaned in again to kiss Blair, and this time, to Ric’s relief, Blair returned the kiss.

A moan tore from Ric’s throat, and he trembled with relief. He buried his face in Blair’s neck, inhaling his clean, cool scent.

“Honey, please don’t leave me. I can’t be without you. I need you so fucking much.” Ric paused and picked up Blair’s head to stare into his hopeful eyes. He took Blair’s face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together, their mouths only inches apart. Ric placed his lips against Blair’s and spoke into his mouth. “I love you so much. Don’t leave me. I promise that I will show you every day just how much you mean to me…and if you give him a chance, Pres will, too.”

Blair broke down in his arms, and Ric laid him back on the couch and settled over top of him.

“Ric,” Blair cried into the side of his face.

“Shhh, honey. Let me make love to you like you deserve.” Ric kissed Blair’s pouty mouth, putting as much love into the kiss as he could. Regardless that he had already come tonight, he still had plenty left for his sexy Texan.

By the time he was done kissing and licking Blair, he was writhing beneath him and pulling on his briefs. Ric raised Blair’s arms to rid him of his T-shirt. He feasted his eyes on Blair’s firm chest. He may not have been packed with muscles, but he had firm pecs and washboard abs. His orange-sized biceps flexed as he gripped Ric’s shoulders.

Ric licked a path from Blair’s chin down to his left nipple, leaving a moist trail in the process. He felt Blair grip the back of his head as he latched on to that perky bud and sucked on it hard, giving Blair back a little of what he dished out.

“Mmmm.” Blair moaned low in his throat. His hips rose up off the couch, lifting Ric with him. Ric knew Blair wanted more friction on his dripping cock by the way he tried to grind into him, but he wasn’t going to give him what he wanted yet, refusing to let this be over quickly.

Ric released Blair’s red, swollen nipple and moved over to the other one. He swirled his tongue around the hard nub, raising pretty goose bumps all over Blair’s chest and arms.

“Ric, please,” Blair begged.

Ric ignored Blair’s pleading and took his time. He rose back up and placed a quick kiss on Blair’s slack mouth before moving back down his chest to dip his tongue into the crevices and valleys on his stomach. A delicious treasure trail guided Ric exactly where he wanted to be. He pulled down Blair’s jeans and briefs and threw them onto the floor.

Fuck, he is beautiful. Different from Pres’s regal beauty. Blair is fuckin’ sex on a stick.

“You’re wonderful.” Ric placed a wet kiss on the head of Blair’s dick and whispered, “And you’re all mine, damn it.”

Ric opened his mouth wide and buried as much of Blair’s cock as he could. Blair didn’t have a lot of girth, but he had some length, and Ric had to fight his gag reflex.

“Ric. Oh, fuck. Yeah, suck my dick,” Blair moaned.

Ric gave Blair everything he had. He licked and sucked aggressively on that warm cock, loving the weight of it on his tongue. Blair tasted so fucking good, like the best French pastry he could ever eat.

He let Blair grip his head and fuck his mouth. Blair was losing himself to the ecstasy, and Ric loved the fact that he was the one doing it. He felt a large drop of pre-come fall and explode on his tongue, making Ric groan hard, vibrating Blair’s cock.

“Growl for me, Bear. Fuck yeah.” Blair pistoned his hips as Ric complied with his order.

Ric felt Blair’s dick harden to granite right before he was rewarded with the first burst of his man’s jizz. He barely had time to savor the sweet-salty flavor that was Blair before his mouth was flooded with more…and more…and more. Warm come dripped out of the side of Ric’s mouth as he greedily tried to swallow all that Blair gave him.

Blair was a shivering mess. His dick was sated, and Ric let it ease out of his mouth, but Ric was far from done. He didn’t let Blair catch his breath from his powerful orgasm before he gripped Blair’s legs under his knees and pulled them up to his chest.

“Ric, Gawd,” Blair groaned.

Ric ignored him and took a long, slow swipe over Blair’s hole with his tongue. Blair vaulted at the sensation, almost throwing Ric off the couch.

“Oh no you don’t,” Ric growled. He practically folded Blair in half and hooked his large arms around his middle, holding Blair in place and putting that bubble ass in perfect position for the rimming of its life.

Ric didn’t rush it. He took another long swipe along Blair’s seam, pausing to make a couple circles around that wrinkled star before continuing up his ass. Ric got to his knees and crowded in behind Blair, keeping him folded up but letting his spine rest on his chest. He spread Blair’s cheeks and placed sultry kisses all over before delving back in to stretch that tight, pretty hole.