Unraveling Malcolm (Rebels and Nerds Book 2)
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Malcolm gestured toward the yard, squinting behind his glasses. “This should get plenty of light for the garden, and your sculptures will look so good along the fences.” He turned up to face me again, a bright and wide smile on his face. “Thank you so much, Maddox. I can’t believe you’re doing this for us.”
“I can’t believe all you’ve done for me,” I answered. “The night I came home to find you two waiting in my house was one of the best nights of my life.”
Gunner let go of the branch, landing with a thud in front of us. “You got that right,” he said. “But enough of the mushy stuff. When are we going to celebrate?”
I poked Malcolm’s side, earning a giggle from him. “What are you thinking?” I asked, keeping my eyes on Gunner. “Should we have a little fun with Malcolm?”
Malcolm keep laughing to himself, squirming up closer to my body.
“I think we should get him talking,” Gunner said, stepping closer and drawing his hands up Malcolm’s backside. “We’re always the ones doing the dirty talk, but I think he’s got some filthy ideas he’s still not letting us hear.”
“Is that true, Malcolm?” I teased, running my fingers through his hair and tugging just lightly enough that he would feel it. “You holding out on us?”
Malcolm’s breath quickened, and I felt his cock hardening against my body. “Maybe,” he said weakly. “Just a little.”
Gunner swatted his ass, and Malcolm started squirming even harder. I ran my hands down his chest, feeling his taut muscles, and then started flicking open the buttons of his cardigan. “Give us a little taste, Malcolm,” I groaned under my breath.
Malcolm sucked in a deep breath. “I think you’re going to take my clothes off,” he whimpered.
Gunner squeezed at his ass, then pushed his hands around to unbutton his pants. “And once we’ve got you naked and hard?”
“He’s already hard,” I teased, stroking the length of his shaft.
Malcolm bit down on his lip. “You’re going to fill me all the way up,” he whispered, barely able to get the words out. “You’re going to stretch my throat and my hole wide open.”
“That’s right,” I said, pulling his cardigan off. “And you’ll be a good boy and take it all.”
“In every room of this house,” Gunner whispered, his tongue darting against Malcolm’s earlobe.
“You’re going to take your time,” Malcolm said. “You’re going to drive me to the edge over and over again.”
Another breeze blew across the yard, and Malcolm shivered beneath my touch. With my hands and Gunner’s trailing across his body, he was practically throbbing with desire.
I couldn’t blame him. So was I, and from the wolfish look in his Gunner’s eyes, I knew he was just as ready for the fun start.
“I love you,” I said, wanting them both to hear it one more time. “And I promise I’ll always do right by you. As long as you’re under this roof, you’ll be happy.”
“I love us,” Malcolm said, falling into my arms. “I love everything about us.”
“Me, too,” Gunner agreed. “So fucking much.”
And without another word, I led them back into our house and started our new life together.
Afterword
Malcolm
Six months later…
Gunner set the study book on the table, groaning. “Why the hell would I memorize this crap, anyway?”
I tapped the pile of flashcards against the table, neatening them. “Memorization is annoying,” I agreed. “But if you want to work with teenagers, you have to know these codes.”
One month into studying for a social work test, and Gunner was really making progress. He didn’t need a full degree to work with the kids at the at-risk LGBTQ center, but he did need to pass some qualifying exams.
He sighed, picking the workbook back up. “I already am working with the kids, though. And now that Maddox has introduced me to his nephew, I’m basically mentoring Jim, too.”
“As a full-time volunteer,” I pointed out. “It’s great that not having to pay rent makes it possible for you to live off the job at the Steel Rose, but that’s only part-time. I don’t care about how much you make, but I know you do.”
He flung himself backward on the couch, tossing the study book onto the coffee table. The furniture from Maddox’s house alone would have been enough to fill up the new place, but of course my mom had insisted on pushing a number of “tasteful” items on us as well. Although we hadn’t been living there even a year, the place already looked like it was our home.
And I was starting to feel very at home, too.
I jumped onto the couch and into Gunner’s arms, planting a series of kisses along his neck and down his chest. He laughed and stroked the back of my head while I nuzzled him.
“I love when you get all flirty,” he said, grabbing my butt and squeezing it hard.
“And I love you,” I said, pushing back and rubbing my butt along his dick.
Gunner spun me in his arms suddenly, lifting me into the air as he stood. I laughed and stumbled to my feet, linking my arm with his.
“Let’s see what Maddox is up to,” Gunner said. “I promise I’ll study more in a bit.”
Gunner pulled the door to the back open for me, and I stepped between the hanging plants that filled the back porch. It was getting late in the spring, and our garden was coming in strong. There was already chard, potatoes, and rhubarb coming through, all looking fantastic along the fence.
And our new beagle puppy, running through the garden and chasing a bug.
“Hank, get out of there!” Maddox hollered, stepping out of his workshop.
“I don’t know why we let Maddox name the dog,” Gunner whispered under his breath.
“Hank is a cute name,” I said brightly, dropping to my knees while the pooch ran my way, jumping up and licking my face. “Isn’t it, Hank? Isn’t your name cute?”
Maddox joined us, wiping sweat off the back of his brow.
“How’s the sculpture going?” I asked.
“Pretty nice, actually.”
“First piece of the new house,” Gunner said. “You aren’t rusty, old man?”
Maddox laughed and grabbed Gunner, pulling him in for a tight hug. “If I get rusty, I’m sure you’ll be the first one to tell me,” he joked.
“I’m sure it’s perfect,” I said.
Maddox reached out, grabbing me by my side and pulling me into their embrace. I took a deep breath, my nose filling with the scents of both men, sweet and musky and powerful. Not even thinking about it, I stroked my hand up each of their crotches at the same time, feeling their bulges and whimpering to myself.
Maddox grabbed my backside, pulling me closer. “Feeling frisky this afternoon?”
“He’s friskier every day,” Gunner teased. “I thought we’d hit the limit once we tossed out the condoms, but he just keeps going.”
I felt flushed, my cheeks going red in that way I loved. The more the guys talked about me like that, the more I felt like I had come into my own. “I’m going to wear you both out one of these days,” I teased back, whispering the words against Maddox’s neck. “Just watch me.”
It turned out my love of dirty talk was just the start of it. I didn’t just like hearing filthy things said to me—I really liked saying them back and coming up with new ideas of delicious, kinky things the three of us could together. After spending so long fantasizing with porn and acting prim and proper in real life, it was a total dream to be with two guys who wanted to follow along with every kinky idea I had.
Maddox pointed out that it made sense. I had always been a creative, intellectual type. Why should I be any different in bed?
Gunner called it my big, sexy brain. Either way, I was just happy they appreciated it.
We started wandering into the house, Hank still yapping at our feet. I remembered the giant salad I had made us for lunch, still chilling in the fridge. When Gunner patted my butt again, however, I realized it would h
ave to wait until later.
Maddox led Gunner and I up the stairs and toward the bedrooms. My skin tingled with desire as Maddox threw open the door to his room, the afternoon light shining on his giant bed. I felt like I had everything I could possibly want, yet somehow, I was about to get more.
And that was the thing that I truly loved about Maddox and Gunner. I could live out every fantasy I had with them, but that didn’t have to change who I was. I was still the same guy as always, the same gentle librarian and conscientious friend. They had just made me stronger. They had taught me that it was okay to want more, and they had made me feel held and loved, no matter what life brought our way.
Life brought so many things our way, so many twists that we didn’t expect. But I wasn’t scared of any of that. I was ready for it.
With two men by my side and love filling my heart, I was ready for anything.
The end
About the Author
R. Cayden is the pen name of an MM and MMM romance author living in the Midwest. His work features characters learning about love, life, and sex through unconventional relationships. He is an avid reader, and loves stories with heat, heart, and plenty of surprises.
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Don’t forget to check out The Geek and His Bad Boys, another MMM romance featuring a geeky submissive and his too-hot-to-handle lovers!
Also by R. Cayden
Rebels and Nerds
Brick’s Geeks
Unraveling Malcolm
Standalone
The Geek and His Bad Boys
Taught by Two
The History Professor
Failing Straight
My Boss’s Boss
Sugar Mansion
Sugar for Two
Out for Sugar