Joy flooded Naomi’s entire body and she sat up, turning so she could face both men. “Are you saying, Marcus, that you are finally open to a life together? Truly together?”
He hesitated, and she felt Everett tense beside her. Knew what he’d gone through loving this man through the years and being denied that love over and over again.
“Yes,” he said at last, slowly. “I think there is a way for us. To love you, to share you. To both have you.”
She wrinkled her brow and cast a quick glance at Everett before she shook her head. “No. No, Marcus. That isn’t what I want. It isn’t whatanyof us need.”
Marcus stared. Here he had finally succumbed to what Naomi wanted, and now she denied him?
“Don’t look at me as if I’ve sprouted a second head,” she said with a smile. “And don’t deny what is in your heart. You and Everett have loved each other far longer than you have known or cared for me.”
He shut his eyes. And there it was. The truth said in the sweetest voice in the world. The truth laid bare.
“Look at me,” Everett said, his voice rough.
Marcus opened his eyes and did so. Looked into the bright blue eyes that had held his interest and his heart for so damned long. He saw fear in them, hurt, and love. Always love. There had always been that.
“You know I love you,” Everett said softly. “I have always loved you. Do you love me?”
Marcus’s lips parted. “Is that in question? Do you really not know?”
“I know that you’ve pulled away from me for years,” Everett said. “That you’ve denied me, denied yourself, at every turn as you tried to keep us in the realm of friends.”
Marcus bent his head. “Of course I love you.”
Naomi touched his chin and he lifted his gaze to her, then back to Everett. “We will never be complete if the love between you isn’t part of the equation. I know that in the past this revelation hasn’t gone well. That there hasn’t been understanding. But I’m not those other women. I see your connection and I think it’s beautiful. I want to be in this circle, but if I’m the only center, it will never be complete.”
Marcus stared at her. What she was offering was something he’d never dared to hope for. Something that would serve all his desires. All of Everett’s.
“You could really accept this?” he asked.
“Idoaccept it,” she whispered, and took his hand. She moved it across herself and gently placed it on Everett’s thigh. Everett hissed out a harsh sound of pleasure at the touch, and Marcus’s body responded immediately.
He knew he had two choices. To accept this, surrender to it. Revel in it and all it could bring.
Or run. But he’d run for a long time, doing what he thought was best for himself, best for Everett. And it had only brought misery, that denial of his true self.
He was shaking as he leaned across her and cupped Everett’s cheek, and then he kissed him. Everett opened immediately and his hands came up to grip Marcus’s arms, fingers digging in as if he feared Marcus would run. But of course, Everettwouldfeel that way, because Marcus always had.
After today, he never wanted to run again. He shifted and felt Naomi move, sliding aside in the bed so she was no longer between them. He glanced at her, saw that her hand had come up to her breast as she watched them. He remembered Everett watching him take her. Remembered all the times he’d watched the same. Why would he deny her that pleasure if it was what she wanted, what they all wanted?
He caught Everett’s hips and dragged him closer. Their kiss grew frantic, passionate, desperate because it had been so long since he surrendered to this need that pulsed within him. Everett’s fingers tangled in his hair and Marcus slid his hand up his thigh and smoothed across his hard cock.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he complained against Everett’s lips.
Marcus felt him smile, and they drew apart for a moment to tug away trousers. Naomi licked her lips as she watched them, leaning in to brush her fingers along Marcus’s spine when he took Everett’s mouth again. Her touch electrified the room, increasing the connection that had always been between them.
He caught Everett’s cock, now bared to him, and smoothed his hand along the length. Everett tensed, breaking his mouth away to gasp. They locked eyes. Marcus watched Everett shiver, his pupils dilating with pleasure. With relief.
And then Everett’s hand folded over him, and the jolt of pressure and pleasure was instant. They stroked each other for a few moments, and it was like picking up where they’d left off the last time they were lovers. It was easy. He knew exactly what Everett wanted. And how to give it to him. But also how to receive him, lifting his hips to meet Everett’s certain, heavy strokes.
Naomi shifted to her knees and moved so she was before them. At some point she had shed her chemise, and now she was naked. She snaked a hand between her legs, playing her fingers along her clitoris as she became a voyeur to them.
Marcus bit his lip, his eyes on her as he lowered his head. Everett groaned as Marcus closed his lips around his cock and took him into his throat. Slowly he worked at him, drawing back until Everett nearly left his lips, then back down, all the way down, as deep as he could go. Everett’s hands dug into his hair, driving the rhythm. And then he felt Naomi’s hands on him, reaching out to touch his cock.
He stiffened at the feel of both their hands on him, stroking him as he sucked Everett’s cock. It was nothing like he’d ever felt before, and he bucked against the seeking fingers, nearly unmanned.
She rode the fingers of her opposite hand even as she stroked him, and suddenly she let out a cry. He lifted his head from Everett’s cock, and together the two men watched as she brought herself to orgasm.
