Even when I felt he deserved better than me.
Jordan’s fingers lace with mine where we’re both playing with Leo’s hair and it’s Leo’s throaty, pleased chuckle that tips me over the edge first. Pleasure spikes through me as Leo swallows me to the root and sucks every drop from me and then some. Somehow, Jordan’s hooked his other arm under my head and pulls me tightly against him, his tongue dueling with mine.
Leo pulls off me and I feel him swallow Jordan’s cock and now it’s time for me to return the favor. His body tenses and flexes as Leo quickly catches him up and makes him climax. There’s nothing better than feeling the way Jordan’s fingers dig into the back of my head while I inhale his sweet gasping cries.
When Jordan’s body finally goes limp Leo lifts his head. I spot his pleased smile as he stalks up the bed to join us and kiss both of us. I linger, tasting both of us on his lips and come-drunk from my orgasm.
Jordan rolls toward him, clinging to him. “Wow,” he whispers, sounding sated and sleepy.
Leo opens his arms to me and I press in close, spooned along Jordan’s back and pressing him tightly between us.
“What about you?” I mumble into Jordan’s hair.
“Oh, you’ll both take care of me in a few minutes,” he says. “I want my coffee first.” I peek and the way his eyes are crinkled at the outer corners makes my pulse spike.
I know that look. That playfully evil smirk he’s wearing, even if Jordan’s head is blocking my view.
One of many looks I fell in love with that very first weekend.
I sit up and turn so I can pass him his mug. He rises up on one elbow, Jordan still tightly snuggled against him, so he can take a few sips from the mug. I wait and he finally hands it back to me so I can return it to the nightstand.
Only after Leo’s settled in bed again, this time on his back, does he say, “Okay.”
I swear Jordan levitates down the bed and into position, beating me to Leo’s cock. But once I’m down there, too, we tag-team him with Leo’s fingers threaded through our hair and guiding us.
No Master this time, just our guy. We take turns deep-throating him, mouthing the sides of his shaft as he thrusts his hips in time with our movements. It’s Jordan who’s deep on him when Leo comes, while I’m cupping Leo’s balls and licking around the base.
The contented sigh escaping from Leo as he recovers makes my heart twist in good ways. “Thank you. Both of you. Love you.”
“Love you, too,” we parrot, all three of us chuckling.
Jordan and I have just crawled back up the bed to snuggle Leo between us when an alarm goes off on Jordan’s phone.
“Fuck,” Jordan mutters. “That’s the casserole.” He sits up, kisses Leo, then me. “I’ll be right back.”
He scrambles over both of us to the other side of the bed and climbs out, finding his clothes and phone and shutting off the alarm. After pulling on his sweats and T-shirt he heads out.
Leo’s arms close around me and he kisses me. “Good morning,MisterPresident,” he teases.
But I’d kill to keep seeing that smirk he’s wearing. “Good morning, Mr. Cruz.”
His brown gaze turns wistful and he reaches up to cup my cheek. “You know you can’t bail on Inauguration Day just because you hate it.”
I groan. “Don’t remind me.”
“Midterms,” he says. “Necessary evil. Don’t give the GOP free ammo.”
Except I’m going to do just that because no way in hell am I waiting four more years to claim this man.
Fear spikes through me and I shove it back down into its dark hole in the basement of my soul.
I’m a realist. I know if I don’t do this soon I’ll lose my nerve. Exactly because I’ll be worried about midterms and then Ciro’s election chances. The best time to do this will be before New Year’s, when the House and Senate are both in recess and people have left DC to return to their districts for family time.
Without a transition to cover, the press will be taking a break, too.
The other reason I want to do this publicly is that if I sneak it in privately and simply release a statement about it, it will ignite a fiercer firestorm in the press. Accusations of hiding stuff, even lying about my personal life.
Best to face it head-on.
