He squares his shoulders and sighs. “I want you to fuck him.”
“You want me towhat?”
If there was one answer Iwasn’texpecting, it was that.
“You know what, Elijah? You’re really starting to piss me off. I’ve already had a shit day, and now I feel like I’m stuck in one of Gabriel’s overly stimulating mind games.” I yank the shirt over my head. “What’s next? Want me to fuck him too?”
“Absolutely not. Besides, he seems pretty smitten with his boyfriend.”
He reaches for my hands, and I let out an exasperated sigh. “And how would you know that?”
His fingers sweep gently over my knuckles. “Because he stopped by the bar earlier. Said he’s looking forward to having dinner with us.” He pauses, studying my face. “Which reminds me… what’s your schedule like? He asked if I could give him a date.”
“And Noah?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
“What about Noah?”
“Is he invited too?”
Elijah smiles, a slow, teasing curl of his lips. “Mi amor—why would Noah be invited to dinner?”
“Gee, I don’t know—why the hell was he even here tonight?” I glance down and see his dick standing tall. Rage builds behind my ribs like pressure in a sealed jar. “Is that for Gabriel?” I hiss.
Elijah chuckles. “You’re being ridiculous. Gabriel doesn’t do that for me anymore.”
“And Noah?” I snicker. “Doeshemake you hard?”
I swear to God if he says yes, I’ll kill him right on the spot.
He cups my chin and drags his thumb across my twitching lips, lowering his voice, “Youmake me hard, baby.”
I slouch forward, drained and done. “Then why are we even talking about Noah?”
He tilts my chin up. “Because Noah makesyouhard, mi amor.”
I drop my chin to my chest and squeeze my eyes, feeling a headache creep across my temples. “I don’t want to fuck him, Elijah. Got it?Youare all I need. It’syouwho makes me happy.”
I open my mouth and stretch my jaw wide, surprised I can even form words with how tight it feels.
“Baby, look at me,” he says softly. “I love you. You make me so goddamn happy. Honestly, you do. I never want to lose you. But I also want to make you happy.”
“I just said that you?—”
“Shh. Let me finish,” Elijah cuts in, my lips quivering against the pads of his fingertips. I feel like crying, or screaming, or both.
“I’m not going to let you fuck me again,” he says evenly, voice soft but edged with steel. “But that doesn’t mean I want to deprive you of it. You enjoy it too much.”
My jaw locks, teeth grinding so hard I can feel it in my skull. “So, you’re giving mepermission to fuck another man?” The words tear out of me in a gasp, hot and jagged, fury clawing its way up my chest. “Is that what I’m hearing?”
“No.” His gaze doesn’t flinch. “Not just any man.” A beat passes—long, infuriating. “Only Noah. And in my presence,” he adds, like the stipulation somehow makes it cleaner, as though saying it aloud will strip it of its filth.
“Does Noah know about this?”
“I’m sure he suspects. But I haven’t actually said anything yet.”
“Well, don’t.” My voice cuts sharply. “Because I’m not doing this. I’m not fucking Noah.”
I spin on my heel before he can answer, crouching to scoop Elijah’s clothes off the floor—shirt, belt, jeans—shoving them into his arms without meeting his eyes.
