“Very nice,” Spike purred. “You made Micah’s cock twitch.”
Kai growled. Then he stroked his wrist down Micah’s neck, across his shoulder and down his chest, and now Micah smelled like elm, too.
Spike spread Micah’s legs open; Kai rubbed his wrist down Micah’s inner thighs, then up his balls, and over his cock. Micah’s breath hitched. Kai wants me.
“Mine,” Kai rumbled.
“Mine, too,” Spike added, rubbing his wrists where Kai had marked, so Micah’s body belonged to both of them. Micah flushed.
Kai trailed kisses to Micah’s ear, then his temple. “We should talk about the baby.”
He ran his wrist over Micah’s belly, his touch lingering. That was a promise.
Micah’s heart stopped. “You really want the child?”
“I don’t know if I can be a good dad,” Kai muttered. “But I’m not leaving you alone to do this.”
“Me neither,” Spike growled, dragging his wrist over Micah’s belly, too. “Might have to quit school to get a job.”
Micah frowned. “You aren’t doing that, Spike. College is more important.”
“But the baby,” Spike protested.
“I have some savings.” Micah sighed. “I’m capable of raising a child. Don’t sacrifice your future because of this.”
Neither Spike nor Kai looked happy about that. “I need to contribute,” Spike muttered. “Tell me how I can help.”
“Me, too,” Kai said.
Micah looked fondly at them both, his heart swelling. If he’d had help like this when York was a baby... “Any plans for a child will all be long-term. If you really want to help, focus on your studies first. I can pay for the medical costs, but I don’t have so much time. You could help with childcare.”
“We’ll learn,” Kai said, even though he looked doubtful.
“That’s all I need of you.” Micah squeezed Kai’s hand, and Spike’s knee. “It won’t be so difficult if I’m not alone.”
“You’re definitely not going to be alone.” Spike grinned. “You’ll get so tired of us.”
“Maybe he’ll get tired of you, Spike,” Kai joked, his lips quirking into a smile.
Spike leaned in, trailing kisses all over Micah’s face. Then he kissed Micah’s lips, and Micah’s stomach flipped.
He still couldn’t believe this—two of the most handsome alphas in his classes, in bed with him. Promising him their protection. As though they’d clean forgotten about Micah’s scars.
Kai rubbed Micah’s scarred shoulder, though, his touch firm and steady. He really didn’t mind. Micah leaned into him, their acceptance rolling over him like a warm blanket.
“Sorry about the underwear that Spike stole,” Kai said dryly. “We’ll get a new one to replace it.”
Micah laughed. “You already did.”
“Well, I was going to exchange that for one we’ll rip up.” Spike grinned. “But we can get you another.”
“This means you aren’t gonna raid Micah’s laundry hamper, right?” Kai asked.
“How do you know I haven’t already?” But Spike looked thoughtful. “The pair I have doesn’t smell like Micah anymore. I could exchange it for a fresh one.”
Micah bit down a smile; Kai sighed exasperatedly. “Just don’t bring it to class,” Kai said.
Spike grinned. “But it’s my favorite thing ever! Besides our bed. That’s my other favorite thing in the world. What’s your favorite thing, Micah? Kai’s is his basketball medals.”
Micah chewed on his lip. A month ago, he would’ve said it was his collection of novels, but he hadn’t touched them at all, ever since that first night with Spike and Kai. “I don’t know,” Micah said slowly. “I’ll need some time to think.”
“Take your time,” Kai said.
“And while you’re thinking about it, sleep in our bed.” Spike wriggled.
Micah laughed, his pulse skipping. Spike and Kai... they were both so different. Both were wonderful. And Micah was glad he didn’t have to choose between them.
Elsewhere in the apartment, an alarm clock rang. York’s.
Micah froze, his heart kicking into a patter. “I should get back to my room. York’s getting up soon.”
They exchanged glances; Micah still wasn’t sure when to break the news to his son.
It had only been him and Spike, at first. And now, he’d started something with Kai, too, and Micah didn’t want to stop this... thing he had going on with them both. But that only worsened the secret, and York’s eventual reaction when he found out.
I hope York won’t hate me. Micah’s chest tightened. He hasn’t had any good reaction to Kai or Spike getting close.
“We’ll go out and head him off,” Spike said. “Stay in here.”
“You don’t have to,” Micah answered. “I think I’ll be fine.”
Outside the room, York’s bedroom door opened and closed. Then the hallway bathroom door clicked shut, and Micah scrambled off the bed. Now was a good time to disappear back into his bedroom.
He found his clothes on the floor, his briefs in a crumpled heap, his shirt a tangled mess. But his pants... where were they? “I can’t find my pants.”
Kai thrust a folded pair at him. “Take this.”
Micah was reluctant to—it was still incriminating. But he couldn’t find his own, and he didn’t want to leave the bedroom, all briefs and bare legs.
He stepped into Kai’s pants, its softness wrapping around his calves like a gentle hug. The waistband was loose, and the pant legs fell past his feet. There wasn’t time to fix them, though.
Spike dropped to his knees, rolling up the hems. “There. So you won’t trip.”
Kai tugged on the drawstrings at Micah’s waist, his fingers strong and efficient. Micah wanted to hug them both.
“I’m really fine,” he said, except they followed him to the door, not a stitch of clothing on their own bodies. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“We’re just seeing you out.” Spike grinned. “This isn’t a walk of shame.”
“An escort?” Kai asked with a smile.
And maybe Micah felt more important with them, than he ever had in his life.
Spike slid his palm up Micah’s back; Kai opened the door. Micah poked his head out.
The hallway was silent. Spike leaned in, his breath warm on Micah’s ear. “See you later,” he whispered, nudging Micah out.
Just three seconds, and Micah would be back in his own room. He took a step out, his heart thudding anyway. Two
