jerked Gregory’s attention from the stunning man before him.
Turning his head, he spotted the ugliest dog he’d ever seen. The white-haired mop only had one eye and a wide scar across his nose. Barking, the little beast panted happily at Gregory.
“Dancer, get down! You know you’re not allowed on the furniture,” the stranger said. He gave Gregory an apologetic smile. “I don’t get visitors often.”
Gregory found that hard to believe but thought it would be rude to argue with his dream inhabitants. How else would he end up in this gorgeous god’s bed? “You named your dog after Santa’s reindeer?”
The man gave him a strange look. “No, I named him Dancer because he likes to jump around when I play music.”
“Oh, of course.” Gregory sat up and leaned against the headboard. “Listen, I don’t mean to be a jerk but I have absolutely no memory of last night.” Flashes of sucking on a candy cane and drinking a cup of cocoa filled his mind but he had no idea how he went from late night chocolate to a handsome man’s bed. “What’s your name?”
A scowl crossed the stranger’s face. He set the mug he held on the side table and shooed the dog away. “You don’t remember hitting on me and insisting I was the one for you.”
“Oh, God.” Gregory buried his face in his hands.
The stranger laughed. The bed dipped and a warm arm wrapped around him. “You were adorable. You’d be surprised how rarely men hit on me and you did it so charmingly.”
Gregory groaned and let the stranger tuck him in his strong arms. Warm flesh engulfed him along with the natural scent of the sexy man.
The chest beneath his head shook as the stranger relived the moment. “You asked if I was employed and if I was kind to animals.”
“Oh, fuck,” Gregory whispered.
Fingers ran through Gregory’s hair in slow comforting strokes.
“My name is Rudolpho but my friends call me Tre.”
Gregory leaned back to look at the gorgeous man. “Why would they call you Tre?”
Tre tilted his head and examined Gregory with his piercing blue eyes. “You really don’t recognize me, do you?”
“Am I supposed to?”
The smile he got in response rivaled the sun. “I am one of identical triplet models. I’m the youngest. We’re all well known.” Tre uttered the words with soft pride.
“There are three of you.” Gregory flushed as his voice squeaked. But damn, one was hot, three were a gay man’s orgy dream come true.
Tre frowned. “Everyone gets the same idea. I have no interest in seeing my brothers have sex. Besides they’re both interested in women.”
Gregory shrugged. “Sorry.”
Sighing, Tre pulled Gregory’s head back onto his shoulder. “No, I’m sorry. Let’s just say more than one man has mentioned the possibility.”
Gregory stroked Tre’s arm trying to soothe the man. Apparently even stunningly gorgeous people had insecurities.
Tre’s fingers dipped beneath the covers and for the first time Gregory realized he was still wearing his underwear.
“Why do I still have my undies on?”
Tre’s deep laughter reverberated in Gregory’s ear. “Because nothing happened.”
Gregory pulled away with a gasp. “What do you mean nothing happened?”
Tre scowled at him. “You were definitely drunk or something. There was no way I could leave you at the bar and I certainly wasn’t going to have sex with you when all you could do was go on about my eyes and how much you wanted me to fuck you.”
He could feel the blush warming his cheeks. Damn. He really needed to remember to think before he said anything. “Sorry,” he mumbled, scooting back over and snuggling against Tre’s chest. Sliding his cheek against the smooth skin he let out a soft sigh. Inhaling Tre’s natural scent made his cock harder than steel. Damn the man smelled good. Sliding his nose up to Tre’s neck he gave another sniff. Cinnamon.
Jerking his head back he met Tre’s amused gaze. “You smell like
Turning his head, he spotted the ugliest dog he’d ever seen. The white-haired mop only had one eye and a wide scar across his nose. Barking, the little beast panted happily at Gregory.
“Dancer, get down! You know you’re not allowed on the furniture,” the stranger said. He gave Gregory an apologetic smile. “I don’t get visitors often.”
Gregory found that hard to believe but thought it would be rude to argue with his dream inhabitants. How else would he end up in this gorgeous god’s bed? “You named your dog after Santa’s reindeer?”
The man gave him a strange look. “No, I named him Dancer because he likes to jump around when I play music.”
“Oh, of course.” Gregory sat up and leaned against the headboard. “Listen, I don’t mean to be a jerk but I have absolutely no memory of last night.” Flashes of sucking on a candy cane and drinking a cup of cocoa filled his mind but he had no idea how he went from late night chocolate to a handsome man’s bed. “What’s your name?”
A scowl crossed the stranger’s face. He set the mug he held on the side table and shooed the dog away. “You don’t remember hitting on me and insisting I was the one for you.”
“Oh, God.” Gregory buried his face in his hands.
The stranger laughed. The bed dipped and a warm arm wrapped around him. “You were adorable. You’d be surprised how rarely men hit on me and you did it so charmingly.”
Gregory groaned and let the stranger tuck him in his strong arms. Warm flesh engulfed him along with the natural scent of the sexy man.
The chest beneath his head shook as the stranger relived the moment. “You asked if I was employed and if I was kind to animals.”
“Oh, fuck,” Gregory whispered.
Fingers ran through Gregory’s hair in slow comforting strokes.
“My name is Rudolpho but my friends call me Tre.”
Gregory leaned back to look at the gorgeous man. “Why would they call you Tre?”
Tre tilted his head and examined Gregory with his piercing blue eyes. “You really don’t recognize me, do you?”
“Am I supposed to?”
The smile he got in response rivaled the sun. “I am one of identical triplet models. I’m the youngest. We’re all well known.” Tre uttered the words with soft pride.
“There are three of you.” Gregory flushed as his voice squeaked. But damn, one was hot, three were a gay man’s orgy dream come true.
Tre frowned. “Everyone gets the same idea. I have no interest in seeing my brothers have sex. Besides they’re both interested in women.”
Gregory shrugged. “Sorry.”
Sighing, Tre pulled Gregory’s head back onto his shoulder. “No, I’m sorry. Let’s just say more than one man has mentioned the possibility.”
Gregory stroked Tre’s arm trying to soothe the man. Apparently even stunningly gorgeous people had insecurities.
Tre’s fingers dipped beneath the covers and for the first time Gregory realized he was still wearing his underwear.
“Why do I still have my undies on?”
Tre’s deep laughter reverberated in Gregory’s ear. “Because nothing happened.”
Gregory pulled away with a gasp. “What do you mean nothing happened?”
Tre scowled at him. “You were definitely drunk or something. There was no way I could leave you at the bar and I certainly wasn’t going to have sex with you when all you could do was go on about my eyes and how much you wanted me to fuck you.”
He could feel the blush warming his cheeks. Damn. He really needed to remember to think before he said anything. “Sorry,” he mumbled, scooting back over and snuggling against Tre’s chest. Sliding his cheek against the smooth skin he let out a soft sigh. Inhaling Tre’s natural scent made his cock harder than steel. Damn the man smelled good. Sliding his nose up to Tre’s neck he gave another sniff. Cinnamon.
Jerking his head back he met Tre’s amused gaze. “You smell like
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