“I know what she said. I’m not ready.”
“Not ready for what? To be all the way gay with me? Fuck you. She asked me to reach out to you, and you were all eager for this when it was going to be three of us. But being queer isn’t a second-rate thing for me.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He stalked to his room, started the shower, then stepped back into the bedroom to hang up his suit. Socks and underwear he tossed into the hamper. Then just in case Brent changed his mind, he grabbed a condom and lube from the bedside table. The bathroom was steamy when he returned, and it didn’t take long for the hot water to lift away the ache.
“It’s not that I don’t want to.” Brent’s voice drilled through the steam, echoing off the tiles and surrounding Evan with hope.
“I know. I pushed hard there. Itisokay if our sex life needs to include Jess.”
“It won’t always.” Brent’s voice cracked and Evan swiped at the glass, needing to see his face. His dark blond head was turned to the side, but his profile—his whole body profile—said it all. He was turned on and unhappy about that fact.
“This isn’t cheating.”I’m your partner, too. Maybe not forever, but for as long as they were…dating, or whatever they were doing, he wanted Brent just as much as he wanted Jess.
Maybe even more. Fuck, he felt like an asshole for wondering that.
But Jess had Brent, and there was no doubt her husband wanted her above all else. Evan was a sideshow when the three of them were together.
“It feels like it.” Brent slowly swung his head back to stare sullenly at Evan. And there it was.
Of course he was a sideshow. Brent needed him to be. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—betray his wife.
Evan wouldn’t want him to. Not on any level did he want to get between them.
Fuck, they couldn’t have this conversation through a shower door. He shoved at the handle, intending to step onto the tile, but as soon as the glass panel swung open, Brent charged through it, shoving Evan back against the tile wall. His feet skidded underneath him as he fought to keep upright. “Damn it, Brent, what—”
The kiss was hard and punishing—and off the charts hot. Teeth and tongue and hot, hungry breaths panting back and forth until Evan wasn’t sure where he ended and Brent began.
“I love Jess,” Brent growled. “I don’t want you instead of her. I want youwithher. I want to share you with—”
Evan cut him off with another kiss, this one slower and more controlled. Between them, their cocks rose together in that hard, pulsing slide of skin on skin that was so different from holding a woman close. “I know,” he whispered harshly. “I’ll never come between you.”
“You already have.” Brent lowered his forehead to Evan’s shoulder. He thought this might be over before it really got a chance to begin, but then he felt Brent’s hand wrap around both of their erections.
“God, that feels good,” Evan groaned as his hips bucked. “But no, I haven’t. She doesn’t—”
Brent growled and shoved his thigh between Evan’s. “She loves you.”
“Not like she loves you.”
“No. With you, she can just be selfish. All pleasure and adoration.”
“That was the deal. That’s all I can offer.”
“Fuck you.”
“Anytime. I don’t usually bottom, but for you I’d make the exception.”
“That’s not what I mean.” Brent roughly reached between them, circling their erections in one of his big, calloused hands.
Fuck. Yes. Evan closed his eyes and thunked his head back against the tile, giving his body to his lover. To use and abuse, if he wanted. He’d take Brent’s punishment. The other man wasn’t capable of actually hurting him. He saved lives every single day, and even when angry he pulled away instead of lashing out.
Not any more. That was one of the biggest problems between Jess and Brent, and Evan had resisted his role in fixing their twosome.Because they all were so much better as a threesome, the truth breathed in his ear.
No. He couldn’t have that riding on his shoulders.
He carried the weight of being the CEO of a growing business. The face of a product. A diligent son and responsible brother. Community leader.
He couldn’t be a marriage counsellor, too.
