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watch. Jonas had thought she’d soon grow tired of them, despite the fact they didn’t find the time to indulge each other more than a few times a year. Instead she became a participant, albeit a passive one. She sometimes had requests and suggestions, but never came close to them unless Scott specifically asked her.
    Scott was also Jonas’s guilty little secret. To Eduardo, Scott had always been on Jonas’s client list, but money had never been exchanged between them. Scott didn’t object to his status either.
    “I know you’re not in the mood, Joe,” Scott whispered as he continued brushing his lips up against Jonas’s temple.
    “This feels good,” Jonas replied, leaning into the touch. “But if you don’t want to….” He felt Scott look up at Ally for confirmation.
    “We’re not going anywhere,” Ally said in a low, soothing voice.

    “MMM, I better leave,” Jonas murmured, his lips against Scott’s jaw and his now limp body fitting perfectly against the fair man’s frame.
    “You know you’re always welcome to stay, darling,” Ally whispered. She’d been on the chair while Jonas and Scott had made love, watching them. In retrospect it had been more of a cuddle session, something he’d never expected from Scott, who was usually explosive and hungry when he had man-flesh under his hands. This time, the Northerner’s touches had been soothing and caring, so 126
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    much so that Jonas had come first, also an unusual thing for the always-in-control American. They had continued kissing while they came down from the high of their orgasms until Scott had turned away slightly to kiss Ally, who had joined them on the bed afterward.
    Jonas knew he was welcome to stay and sleep together with them. There wasn’t a jealous bone in Ally’s body where Jonas was concerned—although Scott once told him he didn’t dare let his eyes wander to other women or men. Still, this time Jonas felt compelled to leave the two to their privacy and go back to his own bedroom.
    When he got up from the bed and passed the window, he noticed it was raining rather heavily. “Shall I open the doors to the terrace for a little while? The rain’ll cool down the room, and it might be nice to sleep in here when it’s not so hot and balmy.” Suddenly a dark figure passed in front of Jonas and then scurried off. “What the….” Jonas shook his head and opened the large French doors even more.
    “You’re not seeing things now, Joe, I saw him too!” Scott shouted behind him as both men stepped out into the torrential rain in their birthday suits. The intruder had jumped over the banister, and they heard whimpering loud enough not to be drowned out by the noise of the downpour. As they leaned over the railing, they saw a dark clad figure lying on the lawn, clutching his ankle.
    Without thinking about it, Jonas pushed Scott aside and ran inside, closely followed by the other man. Their wet feet made it precarious to run over the hardwood floors but they made it downstairs without injuring themselves, and after some fiddling with the lock they both ran toward the injured intruder.
    “Que pasa, cabrón?” Jonas asked harshly while he pushed the dark stranger’s shoulders down on the water-soaked grass. The man was dressed lightly in a T-shirt and dark cotton trousers which were now clinging to his thin frame. Jonas saw him wipe the strands of long hair away from his face, his eyes screwed up as he squinted at the two men with the rain falling in his face.

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    “Oh my God,” Jonas exclaimed. “Nicky, what are you doing here?”
    The young man scrambled away from Jonas and tried to get up. The slippery grass and the fact he was clearly hurting made his getaway impossible, and Jonas caught him as he fell back down.
    Without thinking twice, Jonas scooped him up in his arms.
    Nicky wouldn’t have it, though. “Get your hands off me!” Jonas, slowly losing his patience, hitched him up higher and pulled him closer so as not to drop him. Scott came to the rescue, and this seemed to calm Nicky down enough so they could carry him inside.
    Ally was standing in the living room in her undies with her hands on her hips. “You two are a sight! And what did you scavengers bring in?”
    “Nicky,” Scott answered with a deep sigh.
    “Nicky?” Ally asked, her light mood suddenly gone now.
    “What…?” She looked at the two very wet and naked men, but when she got little response, she turned her