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this, he wanted me to stay in the pool because
he was afraid it might get rough. From the intensity of the looks flitting
between the three men and the tension in their sculpted bodies, I suspect he
might be right.
    With a little bounce on the balls of his feet, Connor makes
his move. But Wade isn’t just big and strong, he’s quick too. He blocks
Connor’s advance and grabs the rope right out of Connor’s hand and tosses it
away. After shoving Connor aside, he turns his attention to Dallas and with the
force of an angry bull, slams into him, forcing him up against the wall.
    Dallas’s grunt of surprise and pain echoes in the close
confines of the pool room and I jump out of the pool and rush toward the
grappling men. Connor grabs me about the waist and holds me, keeping me away
from the other two.
    “Do something,” I say.
    His grip is firm. “No. They need to work it out.”
    “Work it out? They’re going to kill each other.” At least,
that’s how it looks to me. Wade’s got Dallas’s struggling body pinned up
against the wall.
    But Dallas is strong too and he gains leverage by pushing
back against the wall, giving Wade a forceful push. “What the fuck is your
problem?”
    “You. You are my fucking problem.” Wade shoves Dallas right
back and the men get into this pushing match that I swear is going to end with
someone falling and cracking their head on the tile floor.
    “What do you want from me, huh?” Wade demands, his voice
hardened with some angry passion.
    Dallas shoves Wade in one motion and then grabs for him in
another. He wraps his hand around Wade’s neck and draws him close. “You know
what I fucking want.”
    Wade knocks Dallas’s hand away but Dallas is undeterred.
They do that a few more times, Dallas grabbing for Wade’s shoulder and Wade
pushing him away. But each time, it seems a little more reluctant, like he
wants to grab onto Dallas too and pull him close.
    “Kiss me,” Dallas says.
    “Fuck off.”
    “Come on.”
    “No.” Wade’s voice is ragged and breathless but he’s stopped
pushing and is holding Dallas at arm’s length, staring deeply into his eyes.
    “If you can walk away after kissing me, I’ll leave you
alone. I swear to God. Just fucking do it.”
    Wade roars. In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve never heard
anything like this heart wrenching, tortured sound coming from him. He releases
Dallas and stalks to the table where we’ve got our shit piled. With the frantic
way he goes through the pile, it’s a miracle he finds what he’s looking for.
Then he strides over to Dallas, who hasn’t moved except for the rising and
falling of his chest—breathing just as hard as both Connor and I are breathing
as we watch from the sidelines.
    Wade holds up a condom package. “Is this what you want?”
    Dallas’s eyes flick from the package down to Wade’s impressive
erection.
    My eyes follow. For some reason my gaze is then drawn to
Dallas’s equally impressive cock before returning to his face.
    “Kiss me,” Dallas repeats.
    With an angry jerk of his head, Wade rips the package open
and rolls the condom over his length. “You want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you.”
    “I want you to kiss me.”
    Wade ignores him and with a grunt forces Dallas around and
pushes him down over the table. There is no fight in Dallas as he bends,
widening his stance for Wade, holding onto the table with one hand and gripping
his cock with the other.
    “Is this what you want?” Wade asks, rubbing himself hard
behind Dallas.
    Although his response is quiet, I hear him say, “You know
what I want.”
    Does Dallas also know how his answers are inciting Wade into
a lust-filled rage? I keep trying to move out of Connor’s arms. I’m desperate
to go up to these men and soothe the anger out of them, make it all better. But
Connor holds me tight.
    “You can’t fix this,” he whispers close to my ear. “Only
they can.”
    I don’t know how Connor can stand it. But he’s right