The Sextet Presents... Bound by Voodoo [Legends] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Mellanie Szereto Read Free Book Online Page A

little effort, years of practice having stretched his muscles to accommodate it with no problem.
    The picture in his mind morphed into Rory sucking his cock while Miles fucked his ass. Winston stood to the left of her, flicking his tongue across Barrett’s nipple. Sensation flooded his body, the visual so real and the feeling of rightness so profound, completion washed over him. Winston nipped at the hard nub, sending a stinging shot of pleasure southward. Spasms rocked his ass around Miles’s dick as his nuts contracted and his cock exploded, shooting cum into Rory’s mouth. Barrett’s throat vibrated with a long, low groan.
    His legs turned to rubber, and he grabbed for the wall to keep from falling. Easing downward, he collapsed into the tub, his pulse thumping in his ears and his heart trying to escape from his chest. Water droplets splashed into his face, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t move. The vision had sparked an unbelievable orgasm, the scene more erotic than anything he’d ever dreamed of before. His fantasies had always consisted of a single woman or man making love with him. What had triggered that thought? That image?
    Finally able to take a breath, Barrett removed the dildo and let the spray bring him back to reality. If he’d any doubts about his desire to be fucked by a guy, they were gone now. That he’d been part of a foursome confounded him, though. Switch hitter or not, having sex with more than one person had never entered his mind until today.
    Hell, he needed a therapy session with Rory to figure out what was going on in his brain. Even with her background, she’d probably call him a pervert. Since when was he interested in orgy sex? His mental movie resembled bachelor-party porn more than relationship sex—except he would’ve been surrounded by naked women instead of his high school crush and their two male neighbors. Unfortunately, or fortunately, he didn’t do one-night stands or casual hookups.
    Sitting up, he turned off the water and rested his head in his hands. How was he supposed to spend the evening with Rory, Miles, and Winston without remembering every detail of their imaginary encounter? Could he even look any of them in the eye?
    He levered up, standing once again to dry and step out of the shower. A swipe of the towel across the mirror cleared a streaky swath of steam, but he kept his gaze averted. He couldn’t even look himself in the eye.
    Leaving his robe hanging on the wall hook, he strode naked to the bedroom to dig a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt from the dresser. After a Pop-Tart and a cup of coffee, he’d write a note to Rory, saying something had come up and he couldn’t make it to movie night. He had no other choice.
    That’ll be a great start to convincing her to go out with me. You’ve got balls, Barrett. Prove it.
    Fine, he’d face her, Winston, and Miles tonight. Kissing her as he left was out off the agenda for now.
    He dressed, trying to erase the wild fantasy from his mind. The strong smell of coffee drew him to the kitchen, and he poured a mug, doctoring it with powdered creamer since he hadn’t taken time to make a grocery run to stock his refrigerator yet. The first sip nearly scalded the tip of his tongue, but the pungent flavor and aroma gave him the jolt he needed to tackle searching the pantry for his breakfast of champions.
    Finding a jar of peanut butter and a mostly empty bag of pretzels in front, he opted for easy. He stood at the sink, scooping out gooey globs with stale mini-twists. His mom was probably rolling over in her grave. Breakfast had been the most important meal of the day when he was growing up. A plate of eggs, toast, and bacon or sausage awaited him every morning before school until he’d moved into campus housing at eighteen.
    I should’ve—
    No, second-guessing his decision to go away to college wouldn’t change anything. She still would’ve gotten cancer, and she still would’ve died. Radical treatments might’ve