"This doesn't make us gay," I said.
"I know."
"It's the bond. The trinity. It's part of what we are with her."
"I know," he said again.
"But it's also real. This thing between us. Always has been."
Luca nodded, unable to deny it anymore. Not here. Not now.
I slid my hand down his wet chest. Over the defined muscles of his abs. Lower. Wrapped my hand around his hard cock.
His breath caught. "Roarke."
"Let me," I said against his ear.
I stroked him slow and deliberate. Watched his head fall back, listened to the groan that escaped his throat.
"Fuck."
"You like this."
"Yes."
"Been thinking about it?"
"Yes." The admission tore out of him. "Ever since we bonded here. In this cabin. I can't stop thinking about it."
I kept stroking, found the rhythm that made his breathing hitch. "Good. Because I think about it too. Think about how you felt against me during Reina's heat. Think about your hand on my cock while you were inside her."
"Jax."
"Think about doing this properly. The three of us. No more pretending it's just about her."
"It is about her," Luca managed.
"And about us." I tightened my grip. "All three of us."
He was close. I could feel it through the bond, feel his pleasure spiking.
"I'm retiring," I said.
His eyes flew open. "What?"
"After this season. I'm done with hockey."
"You can't be serious."
I stroked him faster. "Dead serious."
"But why?"
"Because hockey was never my real passion. It was just what I was good at."
"Then what..." He gasped as I twisted my wrist. "What is?"
"Motorcycles. I'm opening a custom shop. Building bikes. It's what I actually love."
