A sob escaped me, and he held me closer. “Please don’t cry, sweet stuff. I know this hurts, but… it’s for the best. It took me a while, but I think I’ve come to some sort of decision.”
“What?”
“I’m going to quit Cross Corp and work on building my own business. It’s time. I have enough money saved to have a comfortable nest egg to get me started. Then you can keep working for Hugh as his PA. No one has to lose their jobs.”
I sat up, wiped my face, and looked at him in his pretty blue eyes. “No. I already told you I want to be with both of you.”
Linden rested a palm on my face. “I know, baby. Ideally, I’d have you both, too, but it’s getting to be too painful.”
Then that was it. There was only one recourse: to find a way to get them together.
I calmed myself down, climbed off him, and gave him my hand. When he took it, I tugged him to stand.
“I have a plan.”
“What about lunch?”
“We can reheat it later. This is more important.”
I grabbed my satchel, and with his hand in mine, I led him to his bedroom.
“Let’s help make Hugh love you back.”
“Atlas…”
“Stop! Why does everyone scold me with my name? Ugh. Anyway, I have an idea.”
Chapter 28
Hugh
Isatonthecouch in the living room, sipping my third bourbon. The buzz in my head was comfortable, as was the warming of my skin, but it did nothing to quell the war inside my heart and mind.
The past week had been fucking hell. Everything just suddenly fell apart, and I couldn’t figure out what was going on or why. It took all my power to focus on work and get shit done, so I didn’t piss off Dad. Thank fuck I had Atlas to keep me from falling apart.
I loved Atlas, but I couldn’t do this relationship without Linden because the fact was, I loved him, too, and more than as a brother and cousin. It was time I admitted that, not just to myself, but to him. It was the three of us or none of us, even if we weren’t technically together. I hated to do that to Atlas, but I was confident he felt the same. He’d want Lindenandme together—with him.
For the first time in my life, I was fucking frustrated that I was blood-related to Linden. If only we’d been friends orsomething instead. It wasn’t like I never fantasized about having Linden. Sure, he wasn’t feminine at all, but that didn’t stop me. Perhaps Atlas and Linden were wrong about me, that I wasn’t a gynosexual. Then again, Linden and I had been at this for years. Wehada relationship in a way, a sexual one, but nothing with a connection that branched out into kissing or fucking each other.
I’d been in absolute control of my life to keep my father happy. Now, my life was completely out of control, and I didn’t know what to do.
I set my glass down on the table, rested my head back onto the couch, and closed my eyes. The first image that popped into my head was Atlas and Linden, naked and kissing.
My cock instantly swelled at the vision because they were beautiful together.
Fuck it.
I opened the fly of my jeans, pulled my dick from my underwear, and gave it a few gentle tugs. I let the fantasy play out as I stroked myself.
Linden crawled over to me on hands and knees. His long fingers yanked my legs apart. While looking up at me with those pretty blues, he ran the flat of his tongue from the base to the tip, where he swiped up beads of pre-cum. It was fucking taboo, and it turned me the hell on.
Without taking his eyes off me, he swallowed my cock down as Atlas sat behind him and rimmed his hole. Fuck, that was hot.
I stroked faster and harder. Finesse wasn’t important. I just needed to come.
The fantasy vanished, and a new one formed where I was fucking Linden while he sucked down Atlas, who stood, hovering over Linden. He wore pretty pink panties, delicate against his olive skin. Stunning. He smelled of flowers, too.
In my imagination, it made sense that Linden and I were also together, the three of us having each other in all ways.
