I smile at our boy, because the way he’s staring at us right now makes me feel like we’re the two most important people in the world. Like we’re gods amongst men. “I miss you.”
“You do?”
I nod. “I miss Clint, too, but I’m really fuckin’ missing you today.” He stares at me through the screen, not saying much, lost in his head. Eventually, the clouds causing his confusion lift, and this solemn expression crossed his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Ezra,” I warn, my voice firm, but not unkind. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m scared,” he admits, his voice smaller than it ought to be. “I’m scared you’ll change your mind, and I don’t want to open myself up, just for you to realize I’m not worth any of this trouble.”
“You’re worth every bit of trouble, and I ain’t going anywhere. I made my choice. I want to see this thing through. With you. With Bubba.”
“I don’t really have the best track record with men.”
“Neither do I,” I say with a bitter laugh. “In case you missed it, I’m kind of a fuckin’ trainwreck. I might not be any good at any of this either. Maybe I’m the one who ain’t worth the trouble.”
“At least we’ll be unworthy together.”
I glance over at Bubba, only to find him staring proudly at me, nodding, indicating I ought to keep going. It warms my heart to know he trusts me with soothing our boy, and I give his hand a squeeze tothank him before turning my attention back to Ezra. “We’re in this, Ezra. We want this.”
“He’s right,” Bubba says. “You’re ours now, Ezzy. You’re ours, and we’re yours.”
He closes his eyes and lets out a gentle sigh of relief before snarkily asking, “Who says I want either of you?” His eyes open, and there’s this mischievous glint in them, all sparkles and sass and mayhem swimming beneath the surface.
“You did. You literally just said it, bro.”
“I know. I just wanted to rile you up. You’re fun to tease. Bubba is too, but he doesn’t fight back, so it always feels like I’m emotionally abusing a Golden Retriever.”
“You shouldn’t hit dogs,” I tell him, because I’m a little worried I’m falling for the guy, and the last thing we need is a future serial killer on our hands. I mean, if he did murder a bunch of people, I’d help him stash the bodies, but ending a life has to be emotionally taxing, and I don’t want him worrying about alibis and accusations.
“Forever,” Bubba interrupts, probably knowing if we keep up with the banter, we’ll never get off the phone, and I’ll never get off in Bubba’s mouth. “Can I keep you forever, Ezzy.”
“Do you want me too, Johnny? For forever, like Bubba?”
I swallow, trying to buy myself time. Fuck. I didn’t expect him to outright ask. What do I say? I know I want him. I know now that I’ve opened myself up to this experience—to these men—I want more, but will I want it forever? What if I end up breaking Little Dick’s heart? He’s already been through so much.
“I want you,” I whisper, closing my eyes like it’ll make this all so much easier if I can’t see him. “God. Fuck. I want you.” I force myself to look him in the eyes. “I think I’ve had a big stinking crush on you since the day we met.”
“That can’t be true. You hated me. I saw it in your eyes. I hated you back.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Did you, though?”
Ezra just sighs and stares down. “A little.” He peeks up through his lashes. “Maybe a little more than just a little.”
“You look so fuckin’ sexy when you’re acting all shy.” I caress my cock through my coveralls, slowly pumping my half-hard shaft.
He whimpers. “I can see your shoulder. The way it’s moving. Are you jerking off?”
I angle the phone down at my bulge. “I’m halfway there, but I ain’t pitching a full tent yet.”
“You may not be, but I am,” Bubba says, and when I look down, angling the phone so Ez can see him, too, I gasp. Bubba is fully hard. His cock is throbbing, bobbing and leaking through the thick fabric of his coveralls.
“Ez, would it bother you if Bubba and I …”
“If you what?”
Not wanting to say it, I angle the phone down at my bulge to show him my situation again. “I could really use a nut.” The words are hushed, because I don’t want to risk Dallas overhearing—not that he could with all five industrial fans blowing around us.
