“Who says?” Ben asks. “It’s our rules. We get to make them whatever we want.”
Ugh. I hate that. “Okay… what if we try it tentatively instead?”
Landon cocks his head. “What do you mean?”
Hate this whole thing. “Like, I don’t want to hold anyone back. I want our relationship to be equal and fair. So what if we just go all in and—”
Ben cuts me off. “No. Not if you’re uncomfortable. Can’t speak for Lan, but I’m not gonna lose you over sex. It’s not that deep to me.”
Landon nods. “Agreed.”
I bite my bottom lip, my stomach tightening with nerves. “I don’t really want there to be rules, or you can’t or I can. I want the two of you to be free to build your own thing outside ofourthing.” I take a deep breath. “So, how about we try to do it with open and free rules, and then if something needs to change, we can address it?”
Landon and Ben share a glance.
“I just don’t want us to start with uneven footing.”
Landon sighs. “Okay, so how about that-adjacent?”
“Elaborate?” Ben asks, and I nod.
“Okay, so how aboutifwe think something is gonna happen without the other—any of us—we just talk first, like you did today asking if you could sit in Ben’s lap?”
I nod slowly. “Okay… Yeah, I think that could work.” Especially because we can take it on a case-by-case basis. “Ben?”
“Works for me, Cotton Candy.” He winks. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m still half-hard from West and Darcy, and I’d love to put the new agreement to use.”
Landon laughs. “What do you mean? Why are you hard from West and Darcy?”
“We heard them having sex,” I hiss, far too scandalized for someone who gave them both so much shit.
“And it was hot or something?” Landon asks, still laughing.
“No,” I say right as Ben says, “Definitely.”
Landon laughs harder, but Ben gives my hand a little shake and narrows his eyes at me. “Don’t lie, Cotton Candy. You were in my lap. I know damn well you were into it.”
I shrug, but my face goes hot.
“Oh, this is too good.” Landon pats his thighs. “Come here, Lovebug. Hearing Ben talk about you being in his lap is making me jealous.”
I scramble into his lap, straddling his thighs like I did Ben.
Ben scoffs. “What am I? Chopped liver?”
Landon wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. “What’s wrong, Ben? You wanna sit in my lap too?”
Ben shoves his arm. “No. Jackass. I’ll take a kiss, though, if you’re interested.”
I barely have time to blink before Landon is fisting Ben’s shirt and yanking him closer and slamming their mouths together.
Fuck. That’s so hot.
The two of them fight for dominance, teeth clacking and tongues exploring, and all I can do is watch, entranced and turned on as they share sloppy kisses and muted moans.
My hips take on a mind of their own, rocking forward to rub against Landon’s stomach. Without breaking his kiss, Landon drops a hand from my back to my ass, using his strong grip to urge me along.
What have I gotten myself into?
