Wait, what?
How had he twisted things around here?
Iwasn’t his boy.Ididn’t need anything. It wasn’t his job to take care ofme.
“Kiss him,” Isaac said, pressing his lips against my jaw and wrapping himself around my other side. “Kiss our Daddy, Jules. That’s so,sohot. Please? For me?”
So I had to, didn’t I? For Isaac.
For my boo.
6
Roman
Jesus.
These two were going to be the death of me but in the best possible way.
One was sweet while the other one was sassy. One was desperate to please and the other needed an excuse to be allowed to. They complemented each other so fucking well that I instantly understood how their open relationship worked so perfectly.
They belonged together. It just made sense.
But they also belonged to me.Withme. They were both meant to be mine, even if they didn’t realize it yet.
That was okay. I could teach them. I didn’t know how it would work between the three of us, or what it would take to convince them to stay with me for longer than the weekend, but no matter how reckless and fast it may have looked from the outside, I was already mentally composing my resignation to my New York office and my acceptance of the job offer from Santiago’s firm.
It was what I was known for. The way I’d achieved the kind of success that had the London firm wooing me in the first place. I always recognized a good thing when it was in front of me, was known for taking decisive action, and once I had a goal in my sights?
I didn’t let anything stop me from getting what I was after.
I’d just never applied that to my personal life before, but then again, I’d never had a reason to.
Or… I’d been waiting for one.
Fortwo.
These two.
If I was honest, I’d known after the first five minute with my boys that I wanted to try and make it work long-term. That they were exactly what I’d been looking for all my life. That I didn’t justwantto make a real relationship work with them, but that I needed to.
They were the perfect boys for me, and I needed them both in a primal, instinctive way that would have probably worried me if it hadn’t felt so urgent and necessary. As urgent and necessary as breathing.
And when it came to my gorgeous, defensive, prickly-as-all-hell queen? I could be as patient with his antics as he needed me to be… but Iwouldtaste him.
Because he needed it, too.
“Kiss him,” my sweet little lamb urged Jules again, putting his hand on the back of Jules’ head and giving a little push. “Kiss Daddy the way you kissed me.”
And the sexy groan of surrender when Jules finally gave in and took what all three of us wanted him to have, letting Isaac be the catalyst that closed the distance between our lips?
If I hadn’t already fallen for these two, hard and fast and—I was already sure—irrevocably, hearing the lust and relief and hot, boilingneedin that sound would have done it.
And if it didn’t, then Isaac’s adoring pleasure as he watched ussurelywould.
Jules kissed ferociously. Greedy and hot and as in-your-face as Diva was on stage. But he also kissed with a deep desperation that I could have gotten lost in if I’d trusted that he was ready for it.
He wasn’t, so with a groan of my own, I pulled back, reluctantly releasing my claim on his mouth, and then smiling so hard my cheeks hurt when Isaac launched himself at me in Jules’ stead, artlessly mashing his mouth against mine so hard that his glasses went askew.
