Devon Rhodes
Humor, Heat and Happy Endings

Book Two in the Grad School Guys series

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Pride Publishing

Normally, finding the hot neighbor in bed with your boyfriend would be the end—not the beginning—of a wonderful relationship.

Marty can’t catch a break. Unable to confess to his neighbor Kevin that it’s Kevin he’s interested in, he ends up using advice to make a move on Jason instead. He moves too slowly, though, and Kevin and Jason end up dating each other, leaving Marty out in the cold.

Everything changes the morning Jason wakes up to find Marty in bed with him and Kevin. Jason wonders whether he’s made a big mistake in committing to Kevin. Marty’s mortified—he’s wanted Jason from afar for ages, but never had the courage to act on it. And Kevin is plotting something naughty that will give all three men what they’ve wanted all along.

Publisher's Note: This book has previously been released elsewhere. It has been considerably expanded, revised and re-edited for re-release with Pride Publishing.

Excerpt from Book One: Remarkable Restraint...

"Justin? This is really uncomfortable. Please let me up, and I promise we'll talk. Okay?"

That now familiar ripping sound again and then fingertips brushed lightly across his temples, smoothing his hair back, soothing him, before a wide strip of the shirt snugly blindfolded him.

"There. I don't want you hurting yourself trying to watch me. I want you comfortable, because I have a feeling we're going to be here a while."

Be here a while? Comfortable? That brought the plight of his bent erection back to mind, but Chaz would be damned if he'd ask for help there. He tried to surreptitiously wriggle enough to free it, but the inner lining of his swim trunks had gotten twisted and out of place during their struggles, and he only succeeded in causing some heart-stopping friction. He could feel the leg opening bisecting his balls so that one was outside the mesh.

Chaz also became increasingly aware that his ass was well on display and squirming around would only bring attention to it. He wondered where Justin was and what he was looking at. If I didn't have the swimsuit on... He moaned aloud this time. If the shorts weren't on, his hole would be completely vulnerable to Justin's gaze, his legs spread as widely as they were. Vulnerable to his gaze, his touch, his tongue. ..

"Uh," he panted, not at all certain he would be able to hold back if Justin touched him now. It was delicious torture, not knowing where he was, what he was doing. He gave another tug at the bindings. Caught. His heart hammered in his chest as he began to panic.

"Justin? Please let me up now. I'm begging you. Please. Justin? Oh God, please let me up. I can't..."

"Shhh. Relax." Soothing, but nonetheless a firm command. A warm, comforting hand smoothed down his bare back. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? But we need to have this out."

Chaz quieted by degrees, finally submitting as the tension drained away, knowing that Justin wouldn't harm him. He realized that Justin was serious, but would let him free as soon as he was satisfied. He gave a nod.

"Good. Now, Charlie, I'm going to straighten you out, and then we're going to talk."

Straighten me out? Chaz was bewildered until he felt a masculine hand slide up his inner thigh and inside the leg of his shorts. Oh, God. Holy fuck. He felt pre-come spurt and a flash of pain as his tortured cock pulsed in warning. Don't come, don't come, don't come... The hand brushed lightly over the taut, sensitive skin of his wayward balls before gently arranging them back inside the mesh inner lining. He instinctively rocked, trying to push further into the hand cupping his sac, then stopped, mortified. All the while, his shaft kept leaking come. He couldn't help another breathy groan as he fought to keep from pressing down again and trapping Justin's hand beneath him. He canted his hips to try to escape the overwhelming touch, but this only resulted in elevating his ass in the air, as if in invitation.

The hand pulled out from under him. "There. Comfy now?"

He remained as still as he could, fighting for control. Then, there was a new problem for his waning control to deal with: a firm hand came down hard on his ass.

Oh, yeah...