“You don’t kiss like a straight guy.”
I chuckled weakly and my face heated. “Is that why you don’t mind holding me? You think I won’t… want anything? I don’t want to lie to you. My… being bi caused me problems with, well, you just met Miranda. She gave me shit about it from the first time she found out. But I don’t want you to be doing this thinking…. I mean, I get that you’re together and happy. I’m….” I was so confused, but their arms were perfect around me.
Jake hummed. “I wondered earlier, but I kissed you because you needed one. I could see it in your eyes.”
Declan smiled at him.
I burrowed down into the mattress between them. Jake rolled in. He searched out my mouth with his, and we didn’t come up for air for a long while. When he took a break, Declan ducked down and did the same. His mouth was firmer than Jake’s, more demanding, and he ran a hand down my stomach and stopped when he hit the waistband of my boxers.
I focused on a new problem: the fact I was sporting some impressive wood. Jake turned and slid his leg over mine and up to my groin, where he bumped into me, sending a thrill racing through my body.
“Oh.” He smiled and stroked his fingers lightly down my cheek.
“What?” Declan asked.
Jake sent him a crooked grin. “He’s got the same problem you do every morning of your life.”
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“Don’t be,” Declan murmured, and then his lips were on mine. Jake shifted so the inside of his thigh was a firm weight on my cock, and he pressed against my hip. Declan dragged me close and pushed his hard-on against my side. I moaned, pretty sure we must have flipped the car and died somewhere along the highway because this was heaven.
11
Jake
Decand I had talked about whether or not we’d ever have a third in our relationship a few years ago. We agreed that we loved each other very much, and at that time we were happy with only ourselves, but if someone came along we’d like to include, we’d keep our minds open.
This was that moment.
There was something about Logan. He called to us in a way no one had in the past. My instincts told me to protect him at all costs, and I knew Dec well enough to guess he felt the same way. We’d seen the pain in Logan’s eyes, and now we knew why. I seethed on the inside at the thought of what that bitch had done to him. He hadn’t even known he was in an abusive relationship, but I blamed that on society. They told men they couldn’t be the ones being abused. They were wrong.
I ran my hand down Logan’s flat stomach, sliding along the top of his boxers to tickle my fingertips across the skin below his belly button. He shivered under my touch and licked his lips, desire-hooded eyes turning to me, begging for something I was happy to give him. But first I needed tohearhim say it in that deep voice of his.
“Do you want this?” I whispered, pushing myself closer to kiss his cheek, then his lips. Dec crowded in on Logan’s other side, his mouth working on Logan’s right ear, tugging and scraping his teeth across the skin in the way I enjoyed. He was so good at driving me crazy with his teasing, and by the fluttering of Logan’s eyelashes, he agreed. “We need to hear you say it. We don’t expect anything from you, and you can stay as long as you need without… doing this.”
He swallowed and smiled at me, lines crinkling around his eyes. “Yes, I want this.”
I returned his smile and kissed him again, cupping his cheek. “You said you’re bi. Have you been with a guy before?”
He nodded. “A while ago.”
“Do you have a preference of position?” Dec asked as he dotted kisses down Logan’s neck.
His head fell back, and he groaned, the sound vibrating through his throat in the most delicious way. “Um. Both. I’m a switch.”
“Oh good.” I grinned and nodded at Dec. “Because this guy prefers to top, and I’m vers, too. Dec bottoms sometimes, but he doesn’t enjoy it as much.”
Dec grinned at me, and I sent him a wink. If Logan was a switch, that meant I’d get more chances to top, and the thought excited me. As much as I enjoyed bottoming—and I really fucking did—sometimes I got the urge to do the opposite, or hell, even both at the same time. With Logan here, that was a real possibility.
Logan’s face flushed and he smiled. “I definitely want that.”
I assumed he meant he wanted to topandbottom, and I returned his smile. Dipping my finger into the waistband of his boxers, I watched his mouth part in a gasp and reveled in the way his lashes fluttered again, as though he wanted to close his eyes but was too scared to do it in case this all disappeared.
“You know what I want?” I whispered. Dec gave me a knowing look, and I poked out my tongue at him.
Logan glanced between us from beneath heavy eyelids. “What?”
“I want you to talk to me while we touch you.” Tickling my fingers over his stomach, I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Talk to me in that deep voice of yours and tell me how much you want this, how much you want us. I get off just from the sound of you speaking. You’re so hot.”
