Chapter 33
Bradley
Takeachance?Itseems so easy, but I’m scared. Afraid of having my heart broken. That I open myself to the two of them more, only for them to decide it was better with just them.
The awkward absence of anyone speaking fills the room like a thick blanket. The sounds of our breathing, almost in unison. Malcolm grips my hand tighter, covering our clasped hands with his free one.
“Bradley.” Malcolm says one word and I want to cave. To say yes.
Jefferson reaches out, his fingers brushing along the curve of jaw, gripping my chin in his fingers, pulling my face toward him. “Say yes. Give us a chance to be something amazing,” he whispers, voice thick, lips barely inches from my mouth. “It’s just one word, yes.”
I don’t answer, indecision eating away at my soul.
Jefferson presses a soft kiss to my lips, then turns my head back to Malcolm, who does the same. Something in me cracks. The rope around my heart begins to unravel like a stray piece of thread.
I exhale, pushing out all the doubt with the expelled air. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t want this. The two of you. My answer is yes.” I pause for a split second, then add. “Just don’t break my heart.”
That is all it takes.
Malcolm, normally more reserved, kisses me first, slow and deep, and full of unyielding desire. Jefferson’s there too, kissing along my neck, one hand on my thigh, the other slipping around my back, pressing firmly.
Their bodies press close to mine, and I can feel their hands and mouths moving over me like they’re learning every inch. Fingers slip over the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one. It’s not rushed. It’s careful. Like they want to savor every second as they start to undress me.
“We’ll never hurt you. Make mistakes, most likely. But we’ll grow from them.” Jefferson's soft voice dances along my earlobe before his tongue licks along the rim.
My head falls back as Malcolm kisses my neck, then pulls away breathing heavily. “We wantyou. Not for a night. But for a lifetime.”
My eyes burn as tears demand to break free. The two of them see me. They want me. Flaws and all.
They want me, and I want them. My dick aches as it presses tightly against my jeans. I need more. I need them.
Malcolm and Jefferson lean forward in front of me, their lips colliding in a passionate kiss. One so hot I can’t help but moan, as I rock my hips upward. Seeing them together should hurt, feel wrong, cause jealousy. But it does none of that. I love that they care this deeply about each other. The way they look when they kiss, the fire between them. Most of all, I want to seal this new relationship with a round of hot and heavy sex.
“That’s hot,” slips heavy and needy from my mouth.
“We can make it hotter,” Jefferson growls, the vibrations causing my body to hum.
“How’s that?” I all but whimper, a lump building in my throat.
“By taking this to the bedroom,” Malcolm murmurs, his voice husky, his eyes half lidded.
I take their hands, one in each of mine, and stand.
They don’t resist or hesitate. Both of them stand just as eager as I am to take this new relationship of ours to the next level. To be together as one, the three of us. If we can’t do that, then there’s no use pursuing the possibility of an us.
The walk to the bedroom is quiet, just the sounds of our footsteps, the soft groans and heavy breaths as our bodies brush against each other.
The bedroom is dim, the only light coming from the glow of my laptop and the glow of the nightlight in the bathroom. The bed isn’t made. The comforter is thrown back haphazardly, and the sheets are still crumpled from where I slept on them last night. But I don’t care.
I don’t waste time, letting go of their hands, turning to face them as I reach for the button on my jeans, undoing it, guiding the zipper gently down as I remove the pants and boxers at the same time. Standing naked before them, I grasp my cock and slowly stroke from base to tip.
Their eyes lock on the movement of my hand, the bead of precum leaking from my slit.
“I like how you’re thinking.” Jefferson smirks as he kicks off his shoes, then removes his pants. Not wanting to be left out, Malcolm follows right behind him.
Once they’re both naked, Jefferson steps slightly behind Malcolm, his hand reaching down and gripping his cock, a soft moan slipping from Malcolm’s lips. “See how needy he is, Bradley? Malcolm needs both of us to take care of him. To take and give the pleasure he needs so greatly.”
I rake my teeth across my lower lip, my eyes devouring the scene before me. “Bring him to the edge,” I whimper. “Let me see how he crumbles beneath your touch.”
