Bedfellows

by Lola Leighton

  “My mom was in on it, too?” she asked.

  Will and I only smiled.

  She continued to praise us and shower us with kisses until her excitement turned into something slower and deeper. We moved to the bedroom, Will and I carrying her together and placing her down on the bed. We worked our mouths over each side of her neck while she unbuttoned both our jeans at the same time.

  The three of us paused before moving any further, each of us exchanging a knowing look. Regular three-way sex was one incredible thing. Make-up sex three-way? Whole other ball game.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Adrienne

  My work day went by in a breeze. I only had a few clients, and they were all regulars, so the cuts I did were pretty routine, and our conversations were light and easy. Which meant that I had plenty of mental and emotional strength left to prepare for The Talk.

  Now that things with my dad had been smoothed over, I felt like I was finally in a place with Will and Sullivan where we could finally have that conversation. Or at least try to. For as much as I loved chatting with Tyler and my regulars at work, I couldn’t ignore the butterflies floating around my stomach all day—or the buzzing anxieties in the back of my mind.

  When I got home, I was greeted with kisses from my favorite guys and a glass of perfectly chilled white wine. Sullivan had made some yummy lemon chicken, and the three of us sat down and ate dinner together at the same table where just a few days before, I had been ready to walk away from this relationship.

  Funny how things can change so quickly—just like that.

  “Sull, that chicken was incredible,” I sighed, setting my fork down after taking my last bite.

  “Don’t know how you do it,” Will added, smiling and shaking his head.

  “I cook better when things in my life are good. So, I guess it’s about time for me to quit contracting and open my own restaurant.” Sullivan and I laughed, but Will just gave him a sour look.

  Sullivan elbowed Will in the ribs. “Oh, come on, you know I’d make you my sous chef.”

  Will elbowed him back, which started a play fight between the two of them. It made me smile to watch them interact like this with each other, so open and happy and willing to touch each other’s bodies. It felt like a glimpse into the life they could have with each other…which is why I decided right then and there that we needed to have The Talk. As soon as possible.

  I began clearing our plates and cleaning up as the guys continued teasing each other. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering at full force, and I went over the main points I wanted to get across to them in my head. The memory of Tyler’s voice warning me not to rock the boat surfaced in my mind, but I just pushed it away. These men meant everything to me—even more so now that I knew they were willing to fight for me. And what kind of woman would I be if I wouldn’t do the same for them?

  “Need any help?” Sullivan appeared by my side, ready to do whatever I needed.

  I shook my head. “Actually, I was hoping the three of us could have a little chat. Why don’t you and Will grab the bottle of wine and meet me on the couch.”

  Sullivan cocked his head, a curious look on his face. “Whatever you say, babe.”

  He kissed the top of my head and left to do what I’d asked him to.

  I finished up the last of the dishes and met them at the couch. Will was sitting with his back straight, a tense, uneasy look on his face. Sullivan looked slightly more relaxed, but I could tell he was worried, too.

  Placing myself strategically between them, I sat down and put a comforting hand on both of them.

  “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” The concern in Will’s voice was enough to break my heart then and there.

  “It’s nothing to be worried about. Well, not exactly nothing, because here I am, sitting you down and telling you there’s something I want to talk about.”

  My heart was racing, and I couldn’t seem to get my thoughts in order. What if what I had to say ruined everything? What if I offended them so much they left me for good? What if I didn’t offend them and they left me for each other? Oh God, maybe this was a huge mistake.

  I pulled a deep breath into my lungs.

  “Babe, you know you can tell us anything. We’re here for you. And we’ve already been through a lot together. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not as scary as it feels in your head.”

  I took a big gulp of wine and let out a sigh. Here goes nothing …

  “Lately, I’ve been noticing something between you two, and I don’t know how aware you are of it yourselves.”

  I looked up, hoping they would have caught my drift already, but Will and Sullivan just stared at me blankly. Okay, then. I guess I’d have to be more direct.

  “I think the two of you have feelings for each other.”

  Will scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. Sullivan just stared at me, waiting for me to go on.

  “When the three of us are in the bedroom, I can just feel it. You’re both so careful not to touch each other, but I see the tension between you. I see it in the way one of you watches me take the other one in my mouth. Or the glances you share when the three of us are being intimate. I think you’re both open for more, more than you realize—and not just with me, but with each other.”

  We sat in silence, and I watched as Will’s jaw clenched and unclenched. He was processing, but he didn’t look very happy. Sullivan, on the other hand, looked more neutral. Pensive, even.

  Finally, it was Will who broke the silence.

  “Sweetheart, I don’t know where this is all coming from. Me and Sull aren’t gay. We’re not attracted to each other like that.”

  He turned to Sullivan, but he wasn’t so quick to agree.

  “Unless there’s something I’m missing here, Sull?”

  Sullivan rubbed his temples with his forefingers, exhaling slowly.

  “Will, I love you. I’ve loved you since I was thirteen. My dick gets confused sometimes.”

  Shock spread across Will’s face.

  “And that means you’re attracted to me?”

  “Yeah, I think I am.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was right. I’d been right all along. There was something between them. I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

  “Look,” I said, taking them both by the hand and guiding them to the master bedroom, “I know we have a rule that nothing sexual happens unless it’s all three of us, but I’m going out with Dani tonight. I think it’d be good for you guys to stay in to talk…and explore whatever this is between you.”

  Before they could respond, I pushed them into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

  “Hey, really not cool, babe.” Sullivan’s muffled voice called out from behind the door.

  “Figure this out,” I replied, quickly gathering my things to go to Dani’s. “Goodbye. Love you.”

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Sullivan

  “What the fuck's up with Adrienne? She's crazy to think that…” Will stopped talking as I crossed the bedroom to face him.

  Adrienne had closed us in here to “talk” and had left the house for the evening, hopeful that we could sort this out.

  But so far? Will was being anything but cooperative. He could deny it all he wanted, but Adrienne knew the truth, and now so did I. It was staring me straight in the face. Well, almost.

  “You're hard,” I said, voice coming out soft.

  He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. “Dick's confused. That's all.”

  I didn't believe him. If he wanted to tell himself that his junk was merely overreacting on the off-chance that sex with our girl was on the table later, he could lie to himself all he wanted. Didn't mean I was going to buy it. Not in a million years.

  “I don't believe you,” I whispered.

  He frowned, but his gaze dropped down to the front of my jeans, which were now sporting an obvious bulge, too.

  “So, what the fuck does it matter?” H
e stalked across the room. “We've been best friends for two decades. Never once has anything happened.”

  But that was another lie. “That's not entirely true.”

  He blew out a frustrated breath.

  I crossed the room and sat down on the edge of his bed. Will remained rooted in place, gazing out the window at the crescent moon and its ominous glow.

  “Watching porn together a couple of times and jacking off when we were teenagers doesn't count as being gay,” he said, still refusing to meet my eyes.

  “I'm not saying we're gay.”

  “Bi—whatever.”

  I couldn’t believe he couldn't just admit this. After all of his bravado with Adrienne about not worrying what others would think and now this. There was no one here to judge us. And it was just us—left alone to figure this shit out once and for all, and he couldn’t even be honest with himself, with me.

  “Newsflash, Will. It wasn't the porn that got me off back then. It was the sight of you—your cock so stiff and swollen. Knowing your eyes would occasionally drift over to where my hand worked on my own hard shaft. I'd never come so hard in my entire life.”

  At my admission, Will turned. His dark gaze was almost pained. “But you never…”

  “Said anything? I know. I couldn't. Couldn’t risk it ruining our friendship.”

  Understanding crossed over his features and he gave a tight nod. The first honest reaction I'd seen out of him all night. Back then, we only had each other. Two orphans who'd banded together. I wasn't about to let something like confused or misplaced sexual attraction get in the way of the only friend, hell, the only family I'd ever had.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I fucking adore the female body equally, man.” I was quick to draw that definitive line in the sand myself.

  And the more years we spent denying our attraction, the easier it became to stuff it down and hide it away, to make it all about the woman we were with. And I did love women. That was never a lie. They were beautiful. Maybe it made me a sexual deviant, a freak. But I wanted it all—the soft curves of a woman, accompanied with the hard, masculine planes of a man.

  “Can I ask you something?” I asked.

  He nodded, still watching me as though he was really seeing me for the first time.

  “Have you ever messed around with a guy before?”

  He shook his head.

  It was what I expected him to say.

  He swallowed, his throat bobbing. God, he was so damn sexy. So brooding and intense and masculine. Broad shoulders, five-o'clock shadow along his jaw, and even shooting this pissed-off vibe, there was no denying my attraction to him. “You?” he asked.

  I nodded. “A couple of blow jobs when I was younger. That's about it.”

  If this information surprised Will, he didn't let on. “Why didn't you ever say anything?”

  I shrugged. “Like I said, couldn’t risk losing you. My silence ensured our future, man, and I’d rather share you with a woman than not have you at all.”

  He took a step closer to the bed. “That won't happen.”

  I rose to my feet and stalked closer to him. Will remained rooted in place, watching me.

  “Not even if I do this?” I leaned in close, bringing my mouth close to his. For a moment, time stopped. I thought he might pull away or give me a hard shove back onto my ass, but he didn't. I was over six feet tall, but Will still had a few inches on me, and at least a couple dozen pounds of muscle. If he wanted space, he wouldn't have even had to ask. He would have pushed, and I would have stepped back, and that would have been the end of it. Case closed.

  Except … he didn't.

  Instead, his breathing grew uneven, and his pulse hammered almost violently in his throat.

  Lifting up to accommodate our height difference, I brought my mouth to his, placing a damp kiss against his parted lips. Will didn't respond. He didn't return the kiss, but he didn't push me away either.

  It was a start.

  “Don't lie to yourself. Or to me.” Gathering my courage, I placed my hand over the bulge in his jeans, stroking the massive length I knew he was hiding. His cock was stiff, and it bucked beneath my touch.

  “Jesus,” he grunted.

  I'd seen him naked so many times, knew the look of his cock almost as well as I did my own. But I didn't know how he liked to be touched. Whether he'd want my fist pumping fast and hard, or in long, slow pulls. I knew that when Adrienne brought her mouth to him, he let her pleasure him with soft flicks of her tongue. Gentle caresses that teased. But I couldn’t help but wonder if things would be different if I were the one on my knees before him. Imagining his hips pumping, his cock pressing urgently into the back of my throat, the palm of his hand on the back of my neck as he fucked my throat, fast and rough. It was enough to make my own cock weep with anticipation.

  “I know you want this,” I murmured, nipping at his mouth again.

  “And if I don't?” His voice was almost painfully tense against my own lips. Deep and stern, and so fucking sexy.

  I shrugged. “Then you don't. And nothing changes between us. We will always be best friends and share our future with Adrienne, plain and simple.”

  Will's gaze zeroed in on mine. The electricity zapping between us could have short-circuited entire cities. Fuck, maybe entire counties.

  “I mean it,” I continued. “Either we do this, or we don't. But I won't let sex come between us. We're family. Us and Adrienne. I have everything I could ever want in you two, and that won't change.”

  He nodded, and I could see the exact moment he decided he believed me. His eyes flashed with understanding and then something darker—something more carnal. Lust.

  Will gave me that shove I'd been expecting earlier, but this time when my back struck the wall, he was right there with me—pressing his firm, muscled chest to mine and taking my mouth in a hungry kiss. We sparred that way—hands groping, mouths fighting for control—tongues dueling until I was breathless and so fucking horny I could hardly stand it.

  I gave an experimental thrust of my hips into his so that our cocks rubbed together, and Will let out a groan.

  “That feels,” he murmured, before stopping himself.

  From my standpoint, good was too tame a word for what I felt. It felt incredible. Mind-altering. Life changing to be standing here with him, doing this.

  I went back to kissing him, simply because I could. I'd waited so many years for this moment, always telling myself it could never happen. I wouldn’t let it happen. Wouldn’t risk it. But now it was happening, and it was even better than I'd ever imagined it could be.

  I grabbed onto his jaw, running my fingers through his hair, but Will decided that was too much, and pushed my hands away from him, pinning my wrists to the wall above my head.

  My heart hammered wildly in my chest. Everything about this was new and exciting. The jockeying for position, the physicality of it, the push and pull. I could feel him fighting it, even if his body wanted it—wanted me, he wasn't going to be easy to conquer, and I liked that even more.

  I pressed my hips against his again, our cocks straining for each other's even through our jeans.

  “What happens next?” he asked. His voice was deep and husky and filled with need. It drove me wild to know that I was the one getting him this way.

  “What do you want to happen next?”

  He was going to have to be abundantly clear. With words. Because I wasn't about to assume that after decades of living a relatively straight life that my best friend suddenly wanted me to fuck him.

  “Take out my cock,” he grunted.

  It was the last thing I expected him to say. I tugged my wrists out of his grasp, and happily obliged, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging down the zipper. Soon Will had ripped his t-shirt off over his head, and I'd done the same. And then jeans were kicked off and boxers shoved down and we were back to kissing, our naked cocks rubbing gloriously together.

  The weight of his dick in my hand felt both foreign and fa
miliar, and I immediately liked it way too much. In long pulls I stroked him, working my hand up and down over his swollen shaft.

  “Shit, that feels…”

  His eyes closed, and his head dropped back. I loved doing this for him, loved being the one to make him feel good. But it still wasn't enough.

  “Touch me,” I ordered.

  This was it. The moment of truth. He would either obey my command, or chicken the fuck out over the thought of jacking another man's cock. Please let it be the former, I prayed.

  Will's knuckles grazed over my lower abdomen, tickling over the fine hairs I kept neatly groomed. Both of our gazes lowered to where he fisted my cock, and gave an experimental tug.

  Fuck.

  I couldn't believe Will was touching my cock. During all our years enjoying threesomes, he'd always ignored my dick with almost laser-focus. And now, here he was, wrapping it in his rough, calloused palm and giving it another pull. I grunted, my knees almost buckling at how good it felt. So unlike anything I'd ever felt with a woman. His pace was faster, harsher, his hand rough.

  Sharing the same anatomy was a clear advantage. He knew what felt good, what I'd enjoy, and all the ways to touch me. It bonded us on some deeper level.

  “Fuck, Sullivan,” he groaned. He gazed down at where he held me. My gaze followed. Even with his large hand, his fist didn't wrap all the way around.

  Yes, I was hung. But it's not like he wasn't. Where my cock was long and straining upward to my belly button, his was thick and heavy, and even erect, jutted straight out in front of him, as though seeking my body heat.

  “That's going to be inside you,” I whispered, bringing my lips to his again.

  Instead of returning my kiss, he bit my lower lip, causing it to sting. “The hell it will. In that scenario, I would be the top.”

  “That so?” I teased his cock, smearing the precum that had leaked out over the head with my thumb.

  He sucked in a sharp inhale.

  I pumped him in slow strokes, wanting to savor this, even though my entire body pulsed with an almost uncontrolled need. I was jacking Will's cock and I fucking loved it.