Asher sucked in a deep breath and it shook when he exhaled, but he otherwise managed to hold himself together. “Have you heard from Jax lately?”
And there it was. The question I’d sort of hoped he wouldn’t ask. “I have.”
“How is he?” Asher asked. “I sort of haven’t been good at communicating lately.”
“He’s okay.” I ran my suddenly sweaty palms down my thighs. Jax and I decided that we wouldn’t keep anything from Asher. If we were going to make a go at having some kind of relationship with the three of us, we had to be honest from the jump. “I saw him a few days ago. He came over and we cleared the air.”
Asher looked at me, the unasked question lingering in his gaze. “Did you… Sorry, that’s not my business.”
He tried to get away, but I grabbed his wrist, stroked my thumb across his pulse point.
“We talked about you and what we want. And what we hope to have happen with the three of us. I know we don’t have rules yet, and maybe Jax and I should have waited, but you and I don’t have to wait either.”
“What does that mean?” Asher whispered, his gaze flicking from my eyes to my mouth, then back to my eyes again.
I reeled him in slowly, pulling him closer, giving him plenty of time to stop me. But he didn’t, and soon I had him pressed against me. Asher was a little shorter than me, and I liked the way he looked when he gazed up at me. His lips all parted and his body strung tight with anticipation.
“That means that we both want you, Asher. And we want each other. And we don’t want to have to wait for all three of us to be together to enjoy each other.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Even as he said that, his body angled toward mine. His cock pressed against my thigh and his fingers curled into my waist.
I leaned in so that my mouth was just millimeters from his. Until I could feel his breath puff out against my skin. I could practically taste his eagerness. “Say I can kiss you. Say I can devour you. Say yes, Ashy.”
Asher made an unintelligible sound and then his mouth was on mine. He wound his arms around my neck and buried his fingers in my hair. I could feel the longing pour off of him as we kissed a deep, luxurious kiss. Like the kiss of two people who had all the time in the world. The kiss of two people who wanted to memorize every movement. Every taste. Every delicate whimper that tumbled out.
Asher pulled back and his eyes danced with happiness. “Yes,” he said. “You can kiss me. You can kiss me whenever you want, Blue.”
His smile was a radiant, glowing thing that made my heart skip a beat. My breath caught in my chest and I cupped his cheek, overcome with the urge to touch him.
How was he even real? I used to think there was no one out there for me. That all the people I cared about would never care for me the same way—I could probably blame my parents for that, but that was a therapy session for another day—and then here was Asher, looking at me like the sun rose and set in my eyes. And wherever Jax was, I knew he cared about me too.
I didn’t want Asher to see how emotional I was feeling, so I moved in and kissed him again. And again. And again. Happy to lose myself in the heady feeling of falling in love.
TWENTY-SEVEN
ASHER
Blue kissedlike he invented it. Perfected it. A sea of costumes was still scattered at our feet in the green room as he moved closer, trapping me between him and the wall. Maybe trapping was the wrong word. Did it count as being trapped if you were there willingly?
Blue’s tongue swept into my mouth, swirled around mine like it was making love to it. His hands roamed my body; one made its way under my shirt and skimmed along my waist. My body followed his touch. I was greedy for him. Hungry for the affection he offered. The intimacy. The rush of adrenaline I got just knowing that this was real. I didn’t blame him for running before. I was a mess. I was still a mess. I’d likely always be a mess, but I didn’t want to be without him. Or Jax. Who I was still avoiding.
“Where’d you go?” Blue asked, ghosting kisses against the corner of my mouth, then down my jaw. His lips were achinglysoft on the side of my neck, a contrast to the way his hands grabbed at me, holding me steady, gripping my hips tight.
“Jax. I’ve been avoiding him.”
A shiver tore through me when Blue kissed the little spot right below my ear. It was my fucking kryptonite. I slid my hands around Blue’s waist, then lower, and I cupped his ass in my hands, giving them a squeeze.
“You’ll be fine. Trust me. If Jax didn’t give up on me in three years, he’s not going to give up on you in three days.” Blue rocked his body, grinding his cock against mine. Steel against steel, we were both hard, probably both leaking. “But I think it’s poor form to talk about other guys when I have my cock pressed against yours. I think you should make it up to me.”
Blue’s words were less of an actual admonishment and more of a way to flick his gaze to the floor and urge me to my knees.
Of course I went. I was sad to lose access to his mouth because I could kiss him forever, but with his bulge suddenly in my face, it was hard to complain. Even when he grabbed my hair to keep me in one place and rubbed his dick in my face through his pants, all I could do was open my mouth and try to capture a taste of him.
Fumbling like I was new to the concept of pants, I struggled with Blue’s zipper until I managed to clumsily get it open. I pulled his pants down to mid-thigh, freeing his cock. Blue had a fantastic dick. On the bigger side of average but not so huge you couldn’t take it more than once. It was fat without venturing near soda can territory. And he tasted like heaven. Even the salty precum that I licked from the head of his cock was delicious.
Intending to wrap my hands around the base, I reached for him, but Blue blocked me.
“No hands. Just that pretty mouth of yours. That’s right.” Blue carded his fingers through my hair and gazed into my eyes. Fuck, I could get lost in his. There was so much in that one lookthat I almost had to close my eyes so I could breathe. Blue had always felt a little guarded all the time, no matter what we were doing. During sex, those walls came down a little, but they never really went away. He always had them ready to throw back up at a moment’s notice.
