He huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “It was so easy this whole time… Leave it to a super fan.” He muttered then continued louder; “Trust me. There is Rosebud. We both want you. You've set a fire in us we didn’t know we needed.” He cupped my face with both hands. “Mal's secret has to be kept though. No one can know who he is.”
“I was trying to figure out how to make this work with us without telling Mal's secrets. The way I was doing it wasn’t working though and I hurt him in the process. I'll make it up to him.”
“Honesty is the best policy.” I grinned. “I'll keep his secret, Ethan. I swear.”
He snorted and kissed me. “So, you're in?”
“I want to try. I've never had multiple partners, but that night was amazing.” I blushed and my brain flooded with the memories. I leaned into his space, smiling softly. “I want this.”
“Good, because I don't think either of us would let you go.” He rumbled before kissing me hard, licking into my mouth, devouring me. I was glad we were sitting because my knees were weak in an instant.
My thighs clenched as we kissed and my arms looped around his neck, playing with the red curls at his nape.
“Do you want to see him?” He asked, breaking the kiss and pecking my lips.
“Yes.” I whispered, a little dizzy from the kiss. “I didn’t get to see him that night. He was beautiful in the coffee shop. I want to see more of him.”
He smirked and stood, picking me up with him. “You can look your fill from here on out.”
“I can get up on my own, don't lift me.” I panicked when he lifted me, my ex's words on how heavy I was entering my brain.
He raised a brow, keeping hold on me. “I got you, Rosebud.”
“But, I'm heavy.” I bit my lip. I knew I wasn't skinny and my ex had drilled my weight into my head. Ethan made it seem easy though.
“You're really not.” Ethan hummed, carrying me down the hall, his hands on my ass. “I'll have to drill those thoughts from your head later baby.”
“I'm not?” Blinking owlishly, I blushed deeper. “You're sure?” Drill them from my head? I shivered at all the ways he could mean.
“I'm sure.” He kissed me pushing open a door. The sight that met us had me gasping, my core coiling. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to stay like that or if I wanted to be the one handcuffed to the bed.
“About fucking time, Ethan, let me out of– oh, hi flower.” Malcolm was handcuffed to the bed, his shirt off, sitting on top of the blankets.
“Easy, Mal.” Ethan chuckled, setting me down and going closer to the bed. “Have you calmed down?”
“You're such a fucking asshole, let me go.”
“You're hot.” I licked my lips, coming closer as well. His hair was disheveled and the closer I got, the more I could see the trail of hickeys.
Malcolm paused and looked over like he had forgotten I was here. “Oh. Hi, flower.”
“Hi.” I laughed softly and came closer. “You seem comfortable.”
“My arms kinda hurt.” Malcolm shrugged, rattling the cuffs.
“I heard you weren't behaving.” I ran my hand up his leg, fingers gentle.
“Just a misunderstanding.” He shivered, licking his lips.
“She's in.” Ethan kissed him softly before undoing Malcolm's hands which were around me in seconds, pulling me against him.
“In?”
“I am.” My lips covered his, my hand cupping his cheek timidly. “If you're sure I'm okay.”
“Oh, flower. More than okay.” Ethan kissed me, rolling us over so I was on my back. “We've never wanted for anything so much as we do for you.”
I flushed, my stomach doing flips of excitement. “Is that so?”
