“Isaac…”
“I love you,” he says.
“Doesn’t count,” I mumble.
“It counts,” he tells me. “You’ll see.”
Deacon’s cock leaves my ass, and I collapse onto the bed, snuggling into Isaac’s side. I need a minute. I really have gotten used to the office quickies, and I don’t know how long that was, but it was a much longer fuck than I’m used to.
Isaac reaches for Deacon, who hesitates before taking his hand and allowing himself to be pulled to Isaac’s other side. I watch them kiss, unsure who initiates it. I feel a pang—a twisting in my heart, but it feels less like the jealousy I expect and more like yearning. More like desire if more desire were even possible here. I reach across Isaac to touch Deacon’s face as their mouths move together. Deacon covers my hand with his and sends me a heated glance. I lick my lips, melting and shivery at the sight.
It’s sexy. So damn sexy to watch even as Isaac seems to soften before my eyes.
I definitely have always had an idea about Isaac in my head that he was the one in control. That he needed and craved it. He was rarely vulnerable. Granted, I got glimpses, especially over the last few weeks before he met Deacon, when, I’m now mostly convinced, he was trying to tell me something. But whatever guard my boss managed to keep up around me is non-existent with Deacon.
I get it, though. There’s no point guarding against Deacon. When I tried to do that, I got nowhere fast. It was only when I started being direct and honest that he unlocked everything he’s got inside him. Like it was just there waiting for someone to turn the key.
Their kiss ends. Deacon’s gaze settles on me. I give him a soft smile.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
I frown.
“I saw you two, and I couldn’t…I’m not sure what came over me. I just…wanted.”
“I mean, I guess you warned me this could happen,” I say.
“I should have asked before I got involved.”
He has a point, but I admit, I hadn’t even thought about it. I was too overwhelmed. “I’m okay.”
“That was our first time,” he says.
I nod.
“I wish I’d been looking at you.”
Oh, shit. Myheart. How am I supposed to survivethat? “It’s okay,” I tell him. “We’re good.”
“Are you sure? You didn’t agree to this.”
I did, though. I told Isaac I would try, and having sex with him with Deacon in the apartment was a risk. Isaac was being loud—I’m sure I was, too.
Isaac wiggles his way out from between us. “You two talk.”
Deacon’s hand seems to clench on his abs like he wants him to stay, but Isaac takes that hand in his and squeezes it, sliding off the bed. “I’ll go see if the food’s here.”
I look at Deacon once Isaac has left the room. His brow is still furrowed. His mouth tense, but he’s looking at me.
“I’m not?—”
He cuts me off. “We’ve never even kissed.”
“Sure we have. Remember? Last week. After dinner. I kissed you.”
“I remember. It felt like my brain got zapped.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
