I bow my head, trying not to smile. Not how I intended this conversation to come up. “Yeah, only… shockingly, you’ve kind of fucked up that understanding too.”
“You’re welcome.”
I snort. “I’m leaning toward demiromantic.”
“But not demisexual.”
“I can’t explain why I think I’m not demi in both, but I truly don’t think my emotional attachment to you has anything to do with my sexual response. That came first, you know? I don’t think I really became emotionally invested until right before Axl was born.”
“When I began spending more time with Lor in preparation for Axl’s birth.” He nods. “Forced you to reevaluate how you were feeling.”
“My sudden possessive jealousy forced me to, yeah.”
Voss snorts. “So we’re on the same page, you should know that I’m also emotionally invested in you, too.”
My breath stutters, and I chance a look at him over my shoulder. Is he serious? I meet his eyes awkwardly, and I think he’s serious. He doesn’t appear to be pulling my leg. Not that I think he’d do that.
I’m guessing he can see my insecurity because his smile is soft as he turns me in his arms, and I hug him tightly. His mouth closes in on mine, and my eyes flutter shut. It’s real. He means it.
We stumble around as Voss leads me through the vestibule toward my room and bed. We fall, limbs tangled, still kissing more sloppily than we ever have in the past. Does he feel the way my blood heats under my skin? There’s something about this declaration that feels sexy. It shouldn’t. It’s not a sexy conversation.
I pull my mouth from his to ask, “Where’s Axl?”
Voss grins widely. “He’s with Oakley and one of the nannies.”
“Do you trust Loren with him?”
“Mm. I do. Loren is obsessively protective of his family, and Axl is family. He’s perfectly safe.”
I’m not sure I see it the same way, but I don’t argue. It’s not my place to argue. Besides, he knows his brother far better than I do. Especially since I’ve spent the last two years with a chip on my shoulder concerning Loren.
“I love that you’re concerned about Axl’s safety, Brek.” His hand slips up my shirt and along my spine, raising gooseflesh along its way. “You can trust me. Trust my judgment. Okay?”
I nod. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m really glad you told me how you felt rather than keeping it to yourself. It means a lot that you’re looking out for Axl.”
I try to concentrate on our conversation, but his hand has slipped down the back of my pants. He touches my bare ass, hisfingers sliding inward toward my crack. My breath comes out in pulses, whooshes, as he slowly trails his touch along the crevice of my ass cheeks.
“Want to try something?” Voss asks, his mouth moving along my jaw. “Are you feeling up for it?”
My eyes try to narrow at his choice of words. He can feel that I’m up for it. My dick is pressing against his thigh, and it’s definitely hard. If possible, I think it gets harder the more his fingers touch my butt.
Instead, all I can manage is nodding my head. My voice is caught between pants, and I can’t get it out.
“I’d like to touch your hole. Maybe finger you if you’re okay with that,” Voss says. “How do you feel?”
I groan in response. Voss grins.
“Sounds like you’re into a little exploration, Brek. Yeah?”
I nod again.
“Where’s your lube?”
My eyebrows knit together. Do I have any? Voss chuckles but takes pity on me. “Hang on. I’ll grab some. How about you take these off, huh?” He tugs on my pants as he rolls away.
I don’t like that he’s moving away. It feels cold when his body is no longer pressed against me. Everything inside me feels awkward lying here on the bed, hard. I can’t remember ever having been like this before. My bed, my room, was my safe space. The place I didn’t have to pretend to get aroused and convince my cock to get hard.
