“How are you, sweet stuff?” I asked him.
“Sore as hell, but in the best way, though I’m kind of bummed I didn’t get a blowjob.”
Hugh rumbled a laugh and patted Atlas’s thigh. “We can do that later. The fact that you came the way you did was hot as fuck.”
I was eager to get out of this room, so I eased Atlas off my lap and climbed out of the bed. I grabbed my robe from the floor and tied it around me.
Hugh watched my every move while Atlas was following my lead. “Are we in a rush? We still have another fifteen minutes left.”
“Nah, I’m just ready to get cleaned up.” I wrapped my hand around Atlas’s neck and pulled him against me so I could kiss him. “Plus, we need to spoil this cutie in the shower.”
“I love the spoiling part, gorgeous.”
Hugh grinned and got out of bed, too. He handed the spare robe to Atlas, who gratefully put it on. “Thank god. I thought I’dhave to walk out there naked again. Not that it wasn’t hot, but now that I’ve come, it just… feels different.”
Once we had everything together, we headed toward the locker room to clean ourselves off. The place was fancy for a locker room, full of dark stone and chrome.
I took off my robe and ran the water in the stall to warm up as Hugh and Atlas undressed.
I helped him into the spray of water. He dunked his head back to soak his hair. Hugh quickly followed behind and closed the curtain.
The club provided shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel, so we didn’t have to haul that shit around.
As the shower pelted Atlas’s back, he wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. I loved his affectionate side. While I’d never had anything serious to continue this thing Hugh and I had going on, I didn’t mind sleepovers and snuggles. In fact, I enjoyed being held. It’d been a long time since I’d had a man in my bed, just holding me. The sex games were fucking fun, but sometimes, I wanted more.
Atlas reached for Hugh and pulled him against us. Soon, we were all just clinging to each other in the steaming water.
When he eased back, he smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I just needed that.”
“You don’t need to apologize for needing to be held,” Hugh said. Honestly, his words surprised me. Hugh’s willingness to hold Atlas showed his growing attachment to him, just as mine was.
“Where did Atlas go?” I asked Hugh as he was making us some lunch.
“He’s dressing up Mrs. Peach. I showed him the two drawers in my dresser holding her outfits, and his eyes went all googly.”
I snorted a laugh. I could totally see that.
We’d slept in the next morning after the club because it had taken a lot out of us. Hugh and I also agreed to let Atlas hang out with us for most of the day so we could get to know each other better. It had been a whirlwind of sex and working, so there hadn’t been a lot of time to just talk.
While it had been Hugh’s idea, and one I agreed with, it was just more proof of his growing attachment to Atlas. It was the first time in years since he’d had more interest in someone beyond the sex. He had a couple of girlfriends here and there, but he’d never committed to a man before.
Honestly, I liked the stability for my cousin. He’d always done everything his father wanted, and it was nice to see him go after something for himself at the risk of losing his job. Well, my job, too, but I didn’t care that much.
If he wanted a relationship with Atlas, then I did, too. I was actually hoping for it. I needed something stable in my life, too. Atlas could very well bring us together to find some happiness. After a few weeks, I was starting to see Atlas as more than just someone we played with. He could literally be our glue.
“Hey, since he’s out of earshot, I’d like to talk to you,” Hugh said, plating a grilled cheese sandwich smothered in cheese and bacon onto a plate.
“Sure, what’s up?”
Before starting on the next one, he faced me, leaned against the counter, and folded his arms over his chest. I loved his forearms. It was my favorite body part on Hugh, next to the dimple in his chin. They were defined and strong, with the perfect amount of veins.
“I’m liking where this is going,” he admitted, as if reading my mind. It showed the bond we had as friends and cousins. Weknew each other inside and out… other than how I felt about him, but only because I kept it perfectly hidden.
“I do, too. What does that mean for us?”
He smiled brightly, softening his features. “That’s such a relief. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about pushing for more with Atlas, and I like having you as part of it. Yes, this wasn’t part of our original plan when we started this years ago, but I’m so glad you’re up for this.”
My stomach twisted with excitement. Did he want me to be part of a polyamorous relationship? Would it involve him more, too? Could I have more than some cock rubbing during double penetrating Atlas?
