Kai couldn’t help it. He slipped into Micah’s mouth, tasting him. Micah tasted like cinnamon tea, and cookies. And Kai claimed his mouth, growling.
It felt right, too, when Micah opened for him, licking back at Kai. Kai still hadn’t had enough of him.
Spike grinned inches away, his eyes so damn bright. “I told you, Kai would fall for you. Kai has always needed someone to protect.”
“I’m not in love,” Kai muttered, pulling away from Micah. He almost wanted his knot to recede, so he could move into a better position and kiss Micah more thoroughly. Learn his mouth. But Micah felt right in his arms, too. “I haven’t fallen for him.”
“Not yet, you haven’t,” Spike said.
“You probably shouldn’t say that,” Micah told them.
Spike kissed Micah on the lips. “Just you wait,” Spike said. “Months from now, you’re gonna look at me and say, ‘Spike, you were right.’”
“Smartass,” Kai said, slapping Spike’s thigh.
“Yeah, but you love me.” Spike grinned. He looked perfect, all happy like that. Kai wanted to keep Spike smiling forever. “And you love my ass.”
Kai rolled his eyes; Micah laughed.
“Mine,” Spike growled. “Both of you.”
And that... sounded good. Kai huffed, biting down his smile. “I guess we’re yours.”
Micah blushed, but he was smiling, too.
Spike leaned in, kissing Kai deeply. Then he kissed Micah just as fervently, dragging his wrists along their shoulders, leaving juniper on their skin. It felt like Kai was home, wearing Spike’s scent.
“Sleep with us tonight,” Spike murmured, meeting Micah’s eyes. “With Kai and I.”
Micah hesitated, glancing at the bedroom door. “But York...”
“We’ll deal with him,” Kai said. “Or you could return to your bed before he wakes. Either way.”
“You know you want to,” Spike whispered with a grin. “Kai and I get pretty hot. You won’t feel cold at all.”
Micah chewed on his lip. He had mentioned how cold his bed got at night, so Kai knew Micah was swayed, before he even said, “I guess I can stay a night.”
Spike wriggled. “Good.”
Kai relaxed against the pillows, one arm around Micah, the other on Spike’s waist. This... it was new. He’d never been in an actual relationship with one person, much less, two.
But he trusted Spike, and he liked Micah. And now that Micah was carrying their baby... it was better for Kai and Spike to stay close to him, so they could protect him if the need arose.
Every time Kai tried to imagine the life in Micah’s belly, though... he couldn’t. It was difficult to imagine a baby—their flesh and blood, someone that came from either him or Spike.
How could Kai even be a dad? What if he ruined his child, like how his own father had done?
What if Kai’s other dad had somehow been an abusive bastard, too, and Kai was somehow violent with his own baby?
I’d disappoint Micah so much. I can’t even trust myself.
That scared him. Kai wasn’t ready for the baby at all.
20
Micah
Micah woke on his side, sandwiched by two solid walls of heat.
At first, he didn’t know where he was, only that the scents were familiar—juniper, and elm. And so much old musk. Then he realized that there was a heavy warmth wrapped around his waist, and someone breathing hot puffs of air against his nape.
Micah cracked his eyes open, feeling out of place, but oddly comfortable. Safe. Then he found Kai—inches away, his strong chest rising and falling as he slept.
Kai was naked. Micah gulped, staring down the vast expanse of his skin—pecs, abs, strong thighs, and his bandaged ankle. This wasn’t a dream.
Micah’s heart stuttered. How did I get into Kai’s bed?
The arm around his waist tightened. Micah looked down, and realized that it wasn’t Kai’s arm wrapped around him. Spike.
Warm skin brushed against his back—so much skin. Micah was naked. So was Spike.
And the events of last night crashed back into him. Kai going into a rut. Kai bending Micah over, his fingers inside Micah’s ass. Kai fucking him into the bed, Micah coming all over Spike’s abs.
The memory sent Micah’s blood swooping. He gulped, his ass aching sweetly. Gods, I slept with Kai last night. And Spike watched me come.
Micah ran his hand over his belly, staring at the mottled, angry scars.
In the sunlight filtering through the curtains, Micah’s scars stood out against his pale skin, spanning his entire right side. Kai had seen all of him. Maybe it was because he was in a rut, or because he’d slept with Micah before, but he hadn’t seemed to mind the scars. Spike, too.
Last night, with Kai, and every other night with Spike... Micah had forgotten about how he looked. He’d felt wanted. Desired. Like he was just another ordinary person, and it had been wonderful.
When Spike and Kai woke... would the magic fade? Or would they still want Micah in their bed, scars and bald spots and all?
I shouldn’t stick around to find out.
Micah fumbled to sit up, his legs bumping into Kai’s, his ass grinding against Spike’s hips. For all that they were sleeping in a queen-sized bed, Kai and Spike had left him a sliver of mattress a foot wide. They weren’t even occupying the sides of the bed.
Instead, they’d crowded around Micah, and Micah hadn’t even realized that they’d been sleeping without a blanket on. It was winter.
Micah eased further down the mattress, jumping when Spike’s arm tightened around his waist.
“Morning, sleepy,” Spike mumbled, dragging Micah back up. “Sorry. I scared you?”
“I was surprised,” Micah said, his cheeks hot. He hadn’t meant to wake Spike.
Except Spike slid his palm against Micah’s chest, pulling him close. “Stay. Haven’t kissed you enough.”
Micah’s skin tingled with longing. And Spike kissed his nape, his chest pressed against Micah’s back, his nose dragging down Micah’s shoulder. “Mm, you smell so good.”
He brushed his fingers down Micah’s chest, touching Micah’s nipples. They tightened under his attention; Micah blushed.
Spike rubbed his wrist all over Micah’s skin, from his collarbones to his thighs, and everything in
