Playtime

Description

Playtime – Mychael Black

Bret Callahan works hard as the CEO for a large tech company, but when it’s time to relax, he only has three things on his mind: Sammy, Micah, and Johnathon. As soon as he walks through his front door, all work is forgotten as his men proceed to drive him utterly insane with pleasure.

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EXCERPT:

It was nearly six before he saw the iron gate of his estate. He pulled up to the keypad and punched in the security code, then waited as the gate slowly slid open. Fall was in full swing in New York, and the ground was littered with leaves. Red, gold, orange, yellow, and brown; some of his favorite colors. They reminded him of his boys: red like Sammy’s hair; the same shade of gold that sparkled in Micah’s hazel eyes; Johnathon’s light brown, smooth-as-silk skin. Bret shivered as he parked the car in the half-circle drive in front of the mansion. His boys were inside, waiting for him.

Within seconds of the front door closing, Bret was pinned against it, three sets of hands, three mouths, all driving him beyond reason as they welcomed him home. This was why he did the CEO thing. His coat and bag and the manila envelope dropped to the gray marble floor as he succumbed to a deep kiss.

Sammy, a fiery redhead if he ever saw one. If he didn’t know any better, Bret would’ve sworn the man lived off of cinnamon candies. Sammy’s kiss was sweet and sharp, tongue pushing into Bret’s mouth, hungry for him.

Bret curled his left arm around Johnathon’s waist, moaning into Sammy’s mouth as Johnathon’s teeth grazed his throat, nipping and threatening to bite. Lord, Bret was surprised he could even stand. Johnathon was hard against him, cock digging into Bret’s hip, the young vampire groaning and rocking against him.

Then there was Micah, cool, calm, collected. Honestly, the most level-headed of the trio. It had to be the cat half of Micah’s psyche. Those warm golden eyes had been Bret’s undoing the first time they met six years ago. Micah loved to stroke and tease, to lick and suck on every bit of exposed flesh he could find. His left hand drifted over Bret’s pants, rubbing at the quickly-hardening cock beneath the cotton. A tongue flicked over Bret’s ear, and he groaned, body trapped deliciously between three gorgeous, unique men.