Miles holds eye contact. “I’m a little surprised you believed that, honestly.”
I did. I absolutely believed that. I believed it completely because Miles said it with such a straight face, and Miles is the most level-headed guy in this house. He doesn’t just throw words around.
“So you straight-upliedto me?”
“I was freaking out.”
Oh myGOD.
I look at Reid. His jaw is doing the tight clenching thing again.
“You shouldn’t let a kink define the limits of what you think you deserve,” Reid says, intentionally not looking at Miles. “So, yeah, I’d love you. And I’d keep you. Not just for fucking, but for everything. Even the mushy stuff.”
Miles rolls his eyes dramatically. “Wow. Look at that, romance isn’t dead.”
Reid flips him off. “Fuck off.”
They glare at each other, and in any other scenario, I’d be into this—two hot guys fighting over me? Hell yeah—but right now my chest feels weirdly tight.
“Wait,” I say, because, seriously, everyone needs towait the fuck up.“Wait, wait, wait.”
I try to stand up, but my legs are noodles—too long in the water, too much adrenaline crash, too everything, really. Reid grips my shoulder before I can faceplant into the tiles, and Miles catches my opposite arm, the two of them hauling my dripping body out of the bath.
Reid snatches a dry towel, rubbing down my chest, while Miles grabs another one, and starts doing the same to my hair. I catch Reid’s eyes flicking down to my dick—soft now,thank God—before he tugs the towel tighter around my waist.
“You good?” Miles asks, slinging an arm around my waist when my left knee threatens to buckle.
“Never better,” I mutter, but my voice cracks.
Miles herds me into my bedroom and drops onto the mattress right beside me, crossing his legs while Reid trails behind like a pissed-off shadow, leaning up against the dresser with his arms folded.
“So,” Miles says, dragging the ‘o’. “You believe us, or…?”
“Dunno. Feels like a prank.”
Reid rolls his eyes. “Yeah, Miles’ master plan to confess his undying love while you were ass-deep in post-orgy cleanup wasn’t peak romantic timing.”
“I’m romantic as fuck.” Miles snaps, flipping him off. “And you did the exact same thing.”
I know Reid and Miles don’t like each other. That’s just a fact of this house, like the broken burner on the left side of the stove or the way the third stair creaks. They exist in a state of permanent friction, agreeing on absolutely nothing.
But right now they’re here, at two in the morning, both looking at me with the exact same expression. Like I’m worth looking at like that.
I genuinely don’t know what the fuck to do with it.
These are two guys who know every weird thing about me—who have literally witnessed it firsthand. I consider myself a pretty smart guy, but I can’t find the logic here.
“What if I…” I swallow hard. “What if I still want to be a fuck-doll sometimes? Would you guys even be able to handle—”
“Then I’ll just treat you like the premium model,” Reid says quickly.
“Top-tier silicone,” Miles adds without missing a beat. “Vibration settings included.”
I snort a laugh, flopping backward onto my pillows. “You’re both ridiculous.”
Theyareridiculous. This whole situation is ridiculous. I can’t even believe I’m having this conversation.
Reid pushes off the dresser and crosses the small space to the bed. He sits down on the edge, his hand landing on my ankle, rubbing gentle circles over the bone.
