“I—” Blood rushed to my face, warming me. His tough-guy accent did nothing to change how he was melting my insides. Turning me all gushy and soft, making me want to hug him close. Kiss his big stupid face. Tell him I loved him too. Loved them both. “It’s not just me being insecure. I just— Look, you have this whole life, you know? This lifestyle. And I don’t know how I fit. I don’t know what I bring to the table.”
Aiden looked at me sideways. “Really? Because that sounds like more insecure bullshit. You bring yourself to the table. Your sense of humor, your affection, your intelligence. The way you know exactly what we need without having to ask. How you prop Jace up when he’s down, and know exactly when I’m stressed and overwhelmed and shutting down. When you’re with us—”
“Aiden, stop.”
“No, you stop,” he thundered, slamming his fist against his own chest. “Do you know what it took me and Jace to admit to each other that we both had feelings for someone else? Almost twenty years together, Christopher. And we’ve fucked a lot of other people, but always with the understanding that our hearts only belonged to each other. We were scared to admit we were both starting to fall for you, but we did. And we talked about it, and we talked about how much we wished you felt the same.” Aiden’s voice dropped lower. “Because even though Jace and I have always been a near-perfect fit, we love each other enough to be able to admit that there’s always been parts that are missing on both our ends because we’re too much alike in the worst ways.” Aiden gestured with a rough hand. “And you’ve been what’s missing, baby. You weld all our pieces together. When you’re with us, or just texting us, your presence in our lives makes everything . . . better.”
He was breathless by the time he finished, and his eyes had gone bloodshot. He squeezed those big fists again. But I didn’t know what to say. I felt the exact same way, except for one key thing . . .
“Look,” I said, my voice thicker. Which meant tears. God, this fucker had me wanting to cry. Why did I have to be the sensitive one in every situation? “You’re right. Okay? I am insecure. But my insecurity isn’t making me doubt every word you said, because I believe it. I can feel it when we’re together, but I thought maybe it was my imagination. Now I know it’s not. But my insecurity will not let me be in a relationship, a triad or a throuple or whatever, where you all go out on a Saturday night and fuck other people. I’m sorry, but no. I can’t.”
Aiden moved closer to me, but he didn’t touch me. “How do you know you can’t? You could try.”
“Aiden . . .”
“Or what if . . .” He hesitated, obviously unsure, and looked around the office. “I mean maybe we could . . .”
I sensed him starting to make a promise he probably couldn’t keep. Something he hadn’t yet discussed with Jace. Some shit that would make me feel hope only to have it potentially ripped away later.
“Look, we need to put this on hold. I know what you’re about to say, and you should probably talk to your husband before you say it.” Every time we referenced Jace, I found myself looking for him, but if I knew anything, it was that he was good at hiding. “What I’m saying is, don’t say you’re gonna up and change your relationship just for me unless it’s a real promise.”
“There’s no just about it,” Aiden said sharply. “We can talk about it.”
“Aiden, please, stop,” I begged. “For now. Please. You talking Jace into something he doesn’t want to do is a one-way ticket towards y’all resenting me down the road. I’d rather keep things the way they are now.”
“How’s that? Fucking and then you going home? Us seeing each other every blue moon?”
“If it has to be that way.” Even saying it hurt. It burned.
“If that’s what you want,” he said quietly.
“What I want doesn’t matter because what I want might not be possible, and I always knew that, which is why I tried to keep my distance. But this is easier than . . . than people making decisions in the heat of a moment and regretting it later.” I wiped a hand across my face, hating the way my eyes had gone damp. “Look, I’m gonna try to catch some sleep. Maybe the power will be on in the morning.”
Aiden nodded, looking down at the radio again. “I pulled out the sofa in my office. And don’t argue, please? Sleep there. Please.”
I knew it would kill him if I didn’t, so I nodded and headed to his office. I wanted to tell myself he’d been unaffected by the conversation, that I hadn’t just hurt him the way I’d hurt Jace, but I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked away.
I woke up soaked with sweat.
When my eyes opened, it was to the sight of floor-to-ceiling windows spanning Aiden’s office, and a sky that was pink and purple with sunrise. It was beautiful, but the bad news was that I’d slept through the entire night and the power still wasn’t back on.
I shifted slightly, groaning, and realized the sweaty mass pressed against me was Jace. At some point during the night, my upset little renegade had crept onto the sofa bed and taken up residence under my chin. On Jace’s other side, Aiden was on his back with one arm thrown over his face and one leg hanging off the side. He was snoring softly, and looked like an adorable red-haired teddy bear.
Fuck, I really did love them both.
Instead of fighting my way out of the damp bed, I stroked wet strands of hair away from Jace’s face. He was so . . . pretty. His wide mouth, long lashes, the small pointy nose, and his pale skin and dark hair. If we were in a video game, he’d totally be an elf. An elf with an emotional thermometer that changed at drastic extremes in no time.
I kissed to his forehead and slid my hand down his bare back, stroking along his spine.
“Mmm,” he murmured, eyelashes fluttering. “Hot.”
“Yeah, it is,” I whispered, my voice craggy from sleep. “Power’s still out.”
He made a soft sound and opened his eyes a fragment. “Shit.”
“Yeah, it sucks.”
“Sucks that you’re stuck with us? The insatiable poly couple with the open marriage?”
The sleepy clouds drifted away, and I frowned. He’d opened his eyes fully to glare at me with that fierce expression on his face—mouth pursed into a slash and dark brow furrowed. Like he was ready for a fight.
“Don’t be that way,” I said, keeping my voice in a whisper. “You know I care about you both. It’s just . . . me.”
“Don’t be a cliché.”
“I’m not being a fucking cliché, J. I just want to beat my chest and fight people every time I hear about anyone else putting their hands on you or Aiden. If we were together, the entire time would be me seething with jealousy. Why would I damn any of us to all that drama? I’d bring fire and brimstone all the time.”
Jace’s lips parted, closed, then parted again. “That’s the reason you mentioned Liberty X?”
“What else reason would there be?” I demanded. “What, you thought I was just being a judgmental prick all of a sudden?” When he shrugged, those big eyes flitting away, I wanted to shake him. Instead, I turned his chin so he was forced to look at me again. “Dude, I have no judgment about you being open. I don’t think you’re insatiable. I’m just a jealous person, okay? No one’s ever seen the extent because I’ve never been serious with anyone for a long period of time, but it gets bad. So whenever I hear about you and Aiden at Liberty X, it’s like a punch in the gut. It hurts. And I get really angry.”
Even now, I gritted my teeth at the memory of the casual mentions of them being with other people. If I’d been unable to handle it when we were casually sleeping together at random points, there was no way I’d be able to deal with it happening on a regular basis. I didn’t have the capacity for an open relationship.
“I may be a big kid,” I said, “but I’m grown enough to think about the long term. That shit would cut me up if it was going down while we were all in a relationship.”
“It’s just touching,” Jace whispered. “Body parts going into other body parts. It’s j
ust fun. Nobody makes me feel the way you and Aiden do.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that the idea of another motherfucker touching you, being inside of you—” My nostrils flared. “I’m not an angry person, but it makes me want to hurt somebody, Jace. After Stephanie’s party, you made some offhand comment about having fucked some football player, and . . . Yeah. That’s why I avoided you guys. I can’t stand that level of jealousy on a regular basis. I’m not used to wanting to brand two people with my name and throat punch anyone who looks twice.”
Jace shifted against me, pressing his hips against mine, and I felt his dick. Maybe it was hard from sleep or maybe my words were turning him on, but regardless, my body reacted in turn. My morning chubby thickened, and I ran my tongue over my lower lip.
“Makes me want to fuck you over and over until you realize you only need me,” I whispered. “And Aiden. Our lips, our hands, our dicks in you. Our come in your mouth. Or in your ass.”
Jace moaned, shuddering against me. “Chris . . .”
I rolled on top of him, rubbing our bodies together as he arched up against me. There was too much fabric between my shorts and his underwear, but I kissed along his face and jaw, dragging my tongue along the hollow of his throat, before sliding down to his chest. I drew his nipple into my mouth, and his groan shattered the absolute quiet of the office. His hands balled in the sheets, feet sliding up to bend his legs at the knees with me settled between them.
No one’s body had ever called to me the way Jace’s did. No one’s moans had ever sent goose bumps spreading over my skin. Those moans got hoarser when I licked the scar tissue on his torso, soothing wounds that had been inflicted on him years ago due to neglect.
Aiden had told me the story once, after Jace had fallen asleep between us and we’d shared a few too many beers. How the burns had come from a pot of boiling water when a seven-year-old Jace had been home alone and trying to cook. How the scars on his thigh had come from barbed wire after he’d been chased over a tall gate in a lot by one of his father’s many terrifying friends.
I looked up at him as I trailed my tongue along his hairless stomach. He’d gone quiet because Aiden had stirred awake. As I traced Jace’s erection through his underwear, they were locked in a passionate kiss. Picture-perfect.
With Aiden present, the fire stirring inside me flared to five alarms. Especially when he glanced down at me with promise in his narrowed eyes. I held the stare as I unwrapped Jace like a present, and kept looking even after I was blowing Jace the way I’d done him the night before. It didn’t take long for the salty tang of Jace’s semen to spill over my tongue once I slid two of my fingers into his ass.
Aiden pulled away as Jace gasped for air, his stomach sucked tight and toes clawed in the sheets as he came down from his ejaculation.
“You’re getting too good at that,” Jace said breathlessly. “I came way too fast.”
I drew up to my knees and winked. “Told you I’m basically a god. Fastest learner in all the land.”
“Damn right,” Aiden said, sitting up and giving me a hooded look. “You learned how to milk my dick with that ass pretty fast.”
My throat went dry. I dropped my hand to squeeze myself through my shorts, ass already clenching in anticipation. Either they’d forgotten the unfortunate series of conversations the night before, or they weren’t going to let it stop them from enjoying our time together. Especially if there was a possibility that it would be our last.
Jace grinned up at me and leaned over to grab something from the floor. Unsurprisingly, it was lube. He might have come to bed mad, but he’d still come prepared.
“I expect a good showing, boys.” He watched as Aiden knee-walked his way over the flimsy mattress, getting behind me as I stroked myself through my shorts. “I want to hear Chris get needy.”
Aiden wrapped one big hand around my throat. He pinned me to his chest, rocking against my ass, and then took over stroking my length through the shiny material of my basketball shorts.
“How bad do you want me?” he asked, lips pressed to my ear.
“So bad I bought a dildo to keep me satisfied when I think of you,” I admitted, closing my eyes as he pumped me slowly. “Not quite the same though.”
“Can’t replace the real thing. With a dildo or another dick.”
My eyes flicked open just in time to see Jace casting his husband a long look. One full of knowing. Yeah, they were thinking this was the end. Obviously they weren’t willing to change things for me, after all.
It would have crushed me, but Aiden chose that moment to shove me forward. I was on my hands and knees with my torso aligned with Jace’s, my face pressed to his. He kissed me as Aiden yanked down my shorts, his jagged fingernails scraping along my skin.
“This beautiful fucking ass,” Aiden groaned. “I dream about it.”
I lifted each of my legs, helping him pull the shorts off me, as Jace nursed at my tongue. My throbbing erection dragged against his stomach. I was half-delirious with the sensation of soft lips against my own, the hot wet tongue stroking inside my mouth, Jace’s knees on either side of my torso as he rocked up against my dick, and Aiden’s hands—those big callused hands—spreading my ass open so he could lube me up with his thick fingers.
“Love this tight fuck hole,” Aiden said, almost to himself. “I’d play with it all morning if I wasn’t so fucking horny.”
I tore my mouth away from Jace to say something clever but managed a sound that was somewhere between a gurgle and a slutty moan. Every time Aiden pressed his fingers into me, my body locked up to trap his fingers inside. I was that hungry for it. Hungry for something I only ever got when I was crushed between their bodies, because Aiden was right on one thing—no dildo or cock could replace him.
Grinning devilishly, Jace shifted beneath me, sliding down the bed until his mouth was level with my dick, and he pulled my ass cheeks apart for Aiden to take aim. Jace took my dick in his mouth just as the thick crown of Aiden’s piece breached me. I leaned forward, hands braced against the back of the couch.
“Ahh . . .”
“Shit,” Aiden hissed behind me, his breath tearing out of him in loud gasps. “Loosen up for me, baby. I need every inch inside of you.”
My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to focus on the sloppy blowjob Jace was managing and not the burn of the stretch. Regardless of how often I played with myself while at home, I was never quite prepared for Aiden’s girth.
With my fingers clutching the back cushions in a death grip, I gently rocked in and out of Jace’s mouth, which caused my ass to slide back little by little on Aiden’s cock. He gripped my shoulders the whole time, not fucking into me the way I knew he wanted to, giving me the time to adjust.
“Good boy,” he said, rubbing my shoulders. “Take all that dick.”
I nodded, not knowing why, too lost in sensory overload as I held myself in the exact position to have every part of them touching every part of me. By the time the pressure eased, my stomach was knotted with impatience.
“Come on, bro,” I pleaded impatiently. “Just fuck it.”
“Yeah?” Aiden’s voice deepened when he was turned on, the Neanderthal coming out as he snapped his hips harder and filled me completely. “Like that?”
“Just like that.” I pressed my forehead to the cushions, mouth gaping as Jace suckled sweetly on my tip. “Just like fucking that.”
Aiden made an appreciative sound, shifted on the bed, and proceeded to impale me on his cock so hard that I saw stars. He paused, sucked in a breath, and then went to work. For the next several minutes, I could only cling to the sofa and release ragged cries as Aiden took me. He was more relentless than rough, rocking his hips in an unceasing pace that caused his dick to drag along my prostate repeatedly.
Tingles spread everywhere in my body until nothing felt quite real. I forgot who I was and where I was, because nothing mattered but the mouth on my dick and the thick length sliding in and out of my ass. I didn’t w
ant it to stop, but when Aiden’s teeth sank into the side of my neck as he came, the reality of him filling me up set me off as well. Jace swallowed my come down before turning his face away, patting my ass as Aiden panted roughly above me.
“Jace, move so I don’t crush you,” I said, voice wavering. “I’m about to collapse.”
He obeyed instantly, scooting out from under me and rolling onto his side so he could watch me collapsed forward. Aiden lay down on top of me, his big body crushing me and covering me with sweat.
“You heavy bastard,” I gasped. “We’re gonna destroy this bed.”
Aiden bucked his hips against my ass and kissed the back of my neck before rolling onto the other side of me. Once again, I was in the middle. Jace nuzzled my face as Aiden ran a hand down my back. Silence settled over the room, and I closed my eyes. Basked in the caresses and kisses, the humid air that smelled of sex and sweat, and the exhaustion that seeped into my body every time I had an orgasm.
I was nowhere near cutting the cord or sticking to my guns about not getting in deeper, but I couldn’t move. It was hot, I was comfortable and sated, and right then all I wanted was to fall asleep between them.
As my eyelids drooped, Aiden whispered in my ear, “I want this forever, kid. So fuckin’ bad.”
Jace’s hand tightened on my hip, but he didn’t say anything. Aiden buried his nose against my neck, and I let myself drift back to sleep.
I woke up feeling a mess. Overheated, sticky, and squishy. I was also alone on the bed.
Grimacing at the giant window that seemed to be magnifying the sunlight on me, I rolled off the sofa bed and got to my feet. I had no idea where Jace and Aiden had gone, but the combination of sex leftovers, damp bedding, and a groggy head made me thankful for the in-office shower I’d mocked the day before.
If someone had told me a week ago that I’d be walking bare-assed naked through the QFindr offices to clean the jizz from my body, I’d have asked what they were smoking. But apparently that was my new reality. And judging from the stuffy air, the power still wasn’t back on.
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