Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

just short of running into the wall and cleared his throat. Looking around nervously, hoping that no one noticed his near-accident, Tabansi turned back towards the three gorgeous strangers. All three of them were standing around talking now, and Tabansi desperately wanted to be standing in the middle of their half circle. Not because he wanted to know what they were talking about but because he wanted to be surrounded by all three of them.
    An image of himself on his knees, mouth open as the three men jacked off over him flashed across his mind and Tabansi groaned.
    "Fuck," he whispered, pressing the heel of his hand against the front of the erection trapped behind his scrub pants.
    "Dr. Vorlundiz, are you okay?" Rocher asked from behind him and Tabansi jumped slightly at being caught. When the hell had Rocher walked up behind him?
    Clearing his throat again, Tabansi pressed a hand to his chest and nodded. "Y-yes, I-I'm fine," he stammered, his eyes moving unbidden back to the three men who were now making their way to the free weights. "Rocher, who are those men over there?" His gaze focused on the other men, he only heard Rocher chuckle softly behind him.
    "Which one are you talking about, Doc?" Rocher asked. Tabansi rolled his eyes. He knew that Rocher knew exactly who he was talking about. As a doctor, one of the best on Kardalas, he knew almost everyone there. He'd diagnosed, prescribed medicine for, operated on and generally treated almost every last one of them. These three men he'd never seen before and Tabansi was sure that he'd remember if he'd ever met them.
    "You know who I'm talking about, Rocher. The three new guys. Who are they?" Tabansi questioned again.
    "Taggart Undertson is the one with the blonde streaks in his hair. He's the new head of security for the king. He was actually born right here on Kardalas, but his parents have always kept him and his brothers under lock and key for some reason," Rocher pointed out, his tone hesitant.
    Tabansi nodded his head. Taggart was broad, his tan skin glistening with sweat as he lifted a set of free weights in his hand. As Tabansi watched, Taggart did eight sets of ten, his eyes capturing Tabansi's in the mirror. Tabansi took in a stuttered breath, his heart racing. Holy fuck , he thought to himself. He couldn't remember the last time someone had looked at him so intensely. Not even Trevor or Christopher had looked at him as if he was a tall glass of water and they had been lost in the desert for days.
    Fighting the insane urge to fan himself like a simpering miss, Tabansi turned his gaze away from the mirrors and looked over to Rocher. Why wouldn't the younger man cause this kind of reaction in him? While he found Rocher attractive, and there was no doubting that the cute blond was gorgeous, he didn't want to sit on Rocher's lap and spin like a top or play "horsey." Slightly disgusted with himself for once again being drawn to big muscles and a smile, Tabansi focused his attention back to the other man.
    "And the other two?" He asked, hoping to learn something that would put an end to his crazy attraction for the three men.
    "Jordy Dyer. Corbin Dyer-Carrington's younger brother," Rocher added. Tabansi gasped slightly.
    "He's the king's brother?" Tabansi asked, his brown eyes widening. How did he not know this? Where the hell had he been in the last year?
    Oh, yeah. The whole losing his partners thing.
    "Yep. The one and only. Jordy is a teacher. He's a big prankster though, so be careful around him," Rocher warned Tabansi with a grimace.
    There was a story there. One that Tabansi was determined to find out from the younger man eventually. Looking over at Jordy, Tabansi felt his cock jerk behind his pants, the bulge looking obscene by this point. Holding his folded hands over the front of his groin, Tabansi took in the appearance of the older man. Jordy was tall as well, not as tall as Taggart, but still tall. His brown hair was cut short and Tabansi was shocked speechless by the sight of the older man's green eyes that shone like emeralds. The sight of small wrinkles around the other man's eyes and lips gave testament to the fact that Jordy smiled a lot. Tabansi could definitely see himself laughing and having fun with the brown-haired beauty. Shaking his head to snap himself out of that crazy line of thinking, Tabansi turned to Rocher, intending to tell the younger man to not tell him any more when Rocher sighed softly.
    "Maddock Perrington," Rocher said