In the silence that follows, I’m sure all three of us are desperately willing Kai’s wish to come true.
Bastian leans in a little, focusing entirely on unwrapping his sandwich.
“I was hoping to spend the break with you,” he murmurs.
My heart jumps, and Kai flicks his hair back, glancing around to see if anyone’s close enough to hear. Guess he’s not as blasé about us as he pretends.
“Yeah,” Kai says, shrugging. “I’m sure we could work something out.”
For a moment, Bastian just looks at us with that intense, searching gaze that makes me feel like he’s reading my soul.
“You will stay with me,” he says.
It’s not a question.
A shiver chases up my spine as goosebumps spread on my arms.
“Yes,” we both chant in unison.
“You will come to me tonight and stay until school starts next week again.”
“I have to go to my house on—” Kai begins reluctantly, like he’s silently begging for Bastian to change his mind.
“Then I’ll drop you off.” Bastian takes another bite of his sandwich, sitting back and glancing around as if the conversation is boring him.
The thought of it all puts butterflies in my stomach. Me and Kai, staying at Bastian’s house. The three of us waking up together. Him driving us to Kai’s Thanksgiving like we’re a normal couple.
Or throuple, I guess.
“I’d love that,” I say in a tight voice.
When I turn to look at Kai, he’s staring at Bastian with a faint frown on his face. But he says nothing—just stares at our professor like he’s trying to figure something out.
What if it’s Milo’s voice message?
“What do you think?” I ask him, laying my hand on his where he’s still holding my thigh.
He doesn’t reply, but his hand slides under my skirt.
I freeze up when his fingers brush the edge of my underwear.
Is he fucking insane?
We’re in public. Bastian is sitting right across from us.
His fingertip traces along the seam of my underwear.
I take a sip of my coffee, trying to keep my expression neutral, and probably failing horribly.
“Where would we sleep?” I ask, trying anything to distract myself from the sensations pulsing through my clit.
“I’ll take the couch.” Bastian’s eyes are on Kai, studying me like he knows something nefarious is going on, but not what it is.
“Why?” Kai’s finger slips under the edge of my underwear. “Your king should be big enough for the three of us.”
Bastian’s sandwich drops to the table. He blinks, then picks it up again, mumbling something that sounds like, “Christ, boy,” before taking a bite.
I press my lips together, fighting the urge to gasp as Kai strokes the pad of his finger over my clit. My body is already responding, heat pooling low in my belly at each teasing caress.
