Watching the rapture on Goodnight's face was worth everything else--the strain in his thigh and the ache in his hips and how desperate he felt. Goody came between them and Billy groaned softly. He had a bit left in him, but not much. It wouldn't take long now.

He kissed Goodnight back, slow but desperate, his teeth scraping his lower lip. He sucked gently, and sighed. He was not far behind Goody, not when he was tight and shivering.

He fucked him through his own orgasm, groaning softly. "Oh, Goody," he breathed against his mouth, clutching him close.