Aspen pinches my exposed nipple before he lifts my hand up and kisses the palm.
“He was just wounded, and now you’re pestering him.”
“Wounded? I wasn’t wounded. It’s like a scratch. Smaller than a scratch. Never even felt it. Actually enjoyed it a little,” I say.
Ellison looks convinced by absolutely none of that, but when Aspen pops one of my fingers in his mouth and sucks on it, Ellison’s attention wavers a bit.
“If you don’t want to join, then why can I feel you in my mind, Ellison?” Aspen teases.
Ellison’s face turns red. “Because I’m planning on stopping you!”
“No. Because you want to enjoy him yourself, but you’re too caught up in your head to do so.”
“I am prepared to be enjoyed,” I say, holding my hands out to Ellison. He does what he seems to know how to do best: stares at me.
That is until Aspen slides the button of my pants free as he glances up at Ellison, who is fixated on what is happening. Aspen leans over and kisses my neck while his hand slides down my chest. “You can enjoy him through my mind; I don’t care. Then you can pretend like you were being good and dutifully packing. Go on now—go pack.”
Aspen’s hand skims down, inside my pants but over my underwear. Ellison’s expression makes me wonder if he’s split his mind between himself and Aspen.
“Join with more than your mind,” I coax as I reach for him.
Aspen’s hand slides over my cock, rubbing the cloth that’s between us.
“You need to learn how to take what you want,” Aspen says, withdrawing his hand from my pants just so he can reach down and pull my pants off. “Look what I get to play with.”
Aspen eyes my hardening cock, easily visible through my underwear, and then lowers his head until his mouth is on me.
“That is mine,” Ellison growls as he shoves Aspen’s head off.
“Oh? Is he finally going to join us? Just when it was getting good,” Aspen whispers in my ear.
Ellison’s hand touches my thigh, and I spread my legs so he can settle between them.
“I want you, but I shouldn’t,” Aspen says, and I can tell the words come from Ellison. He kisses my throat, sucking on it and nipping it while Ellison’s hands settle on my thighs. It’s like he thinks if he does it through Aspen, he’s not caving.
Ellison’s hands hover, but they don’t go any farther. “Asmodeus, this is solving nothing. This is not calling it quits on what we have. This is not me getting away from you. This is… this is making everything worse.”
“I’ve already told you that you’re not getting rid of me, and I mean it,” I say as I hook him with my legs and pull him in.
“So you claim that you’re going to throw yourself in danger. Do you expect me to forgive myself if El kills you?” Ellison asks.
“Maybe El just needs proof that you’re safe with me.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“I made you guys love me; I’ll simply make El love me too.”
“Still positive that’s not how this works,” Ellison says.
“He really can’t be much harder to woo than you.”
The look Ellison is giving me tells me that he’s convinced I am horribly confused, but I respond by reaching out to him. This time, he finally gives me his hand. I smile while I pull him down but before I even get him to me, Aspen is already tugging him around as he forces Ellison’s tie and jacket off.
“Who climbs into bed wearing this much shit?” Aspen asks. “The only foreplay you’ll have time for is removing layers.”
“I can make you go away,” Ellison snaps.
Aspen grins at him before kissing my hand. “You won’t because you like feeling me touch him.” His hands slide through my hair while Ellison battles with his clothes that are half off because of Aspen.
