Both of them stared at him as if he’d lost his mind, as if they’d never clued into how much he lusted after them, so he decided to let the truth come out. All of it.
“I love you guys. I love you like I’ve never loved another person, ever. And I fell in love with you that first night right here in the club. You are the type of people I’ve searched my entire adult life to find in a companion, only you have each other and didn’t need a third. So when you invited me to go fishing with you, I jumped at it, just for the chance to spend more time getting to know you. And the more time we spent together, the more I got to know you, the more I craved to be a part of it.”
“But you were always talking about your sexual exploits,” Brock said, his brow pulled together in that sexy frown of confusion.
Yasmine gave a soft chuckle, which made Jerry grin.
“Uh huh. And who would start every conversation about them by questioning me? Who was the one who brought it up every single time?”
Yasmine raised her hand and wiggled her fingers. “You’ve always intrigued me. And when Brock admitted to being attracted to men, I really got excited!”
“In all honesty, most of those wild and crazy times took place over a decade ago. For a long time I’ve been looking for someone who looks at me the way you two look at each other. Who can finish my sentences without pissing me off. A lover or couple who makes me feel as if I’m the only one in the world.”
“There’s probably going to be a learning curve,” Yasmine said.
Jerry nodded.
“If there is any hint that instead of an addition to our unit you’re causing harm to the relationship, it’s over,” Brock said.
“I’d never want to hurt anything that you two have. It’s too special and right.”
“We’re not talking about just sex, you know,” Yasmine rushed to add. “We really care about you.” She glanced at Brock then back to Jerry.
“We even admitted to each other that we’ve both been a little bit in love with you for a while now.”
It was Jerry’s turn to be shocked. “Why?”
Both Brock and Yasmine burst out laughing. Yasmine said, “You say that like it’s impossible. You’re a great guy. Sweet, loving, fun, serious when you need to be, and you’ve always been there for us.”
“Been there…? I don’t remember you ever needing me. You’ve got each other.”
“You were the extra loving support needed when Brock’s dad died.
He needed your strength then, and you were right there, even came to the funeral of a man you’d only met once. And you were right by my side when Frosty got run over and had to be put down. I was a damn basket case, and you and Brock took care of everything, took care of me. We need you. Even if you’re not interested in…in…” She made a face.
“I’m interested,” Jerry jumped in to say. “I’m interested in whatever you want from me. Even if it’s only friendship. I can’t imagine my life without you, either. You’re my best friends, the only people in the world who know me for me and love me anyway.”
Brock chuckled. “Well, then.” He stood up and held his hand out to Yasmine. “I’m starving. We were going to stop at the market on the way home and grab some steaks to throw on the grill. Would you care to join us?”
Jerry stood up and faced the couple. “I’d love to.” Then he took a chance and wrapped his arms around Yasmine and kissed her cheek.
“Thank you.” She gave him a squeeze. When he pulled away from Yasmine, he turned to Brock. “PDA’s okay in the club, buddy?”
Brock grinned and was the one to move forward just a bit and brush his lips against Jerry’s. “You think I give a fuck what anyone else thinks of me?”
Jerry threw his arms around Brock and gave him a backslapping hug, not dissimilar to those they’d shared in the past. But now the undercurrent of sexual tension was a pleasantly added bonus.
Yasmine laughed and said, “Let’s go home, boys. There’s something I want to try tonight…”
The End
Author Bio
Anna Leigh has been reading and penning romance for as long as she can remember. After she met and married her very own real-life hero, romance took on a whole new meaning. She now knows married life can sizzle and romance can be erotic—even in her own home. Now her writing has taken on a spicier flavor and, while hubby’s off at work, she lets her imagination soar….
Anna loves to hear from her readers. You can email her at [email protected] or visit her website at
www.annaleighkeaton.com for all her upcoming and previously published works, and meet her alter ego at www.leannekarella.com.
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