“This didn’t come out of the blue for you, did it?” He really has given this a hell of a lot of thought. At the photo session, when I came back upstairs after rubbing one out to find them making love again, he kept looking at the camera—at me—and I just thought it was him soaking in the attention. Now I’m not so sure.
“I wouldn’t say I planned it exactly, but this understanding that you’re more to me than just a friend has come in bits and pieces. Now that it’s all out in the open, I’m not willing to let it go without trying.”
I raise one eyebrow. “Somehow I don’t think you’re referring to getting fucked in the ass.”
Both his eyebrows shoot up and he raises a hand to his mouth, chuckling as he rubs his lips. “No. I mean being more than friends. Because if the alternative is losing you completely, I’d rather go all in.”
I swallow hard, barely daring to hope what he’s offering is real. “And Celeste is okay with this? Because this doesn’t happen without her. Both of you have to be on the same page.”
“That’s why I called her. We didn’t exactly have a discussion about taking things any further. But she’s a wily woman. I’ve got good reason to believe this is exactly the outcome she was hoping for when she made me her offer. That you and I would be willing to share her if we got past our own roadblocks. Don’t quote me on that though.”
My chest feels tight with hope and disbelief that this is really happening. I can’t help but double-check, or hell, triple-check to make sure. “If this happens, she’s mine too. You both are mine. All three of us . . . equal, a three-way partnership.”
“Relationship is the word you want,” he says, his voice lower, deeper than before. He shifts closer as if drawn by gravity. My heartbeat picks up speed. Can he really be offering me my wildest fantasy?
“Relationship,” I repeat and close my eyes and savor the word.
Warm fingertips graze the side of my neck and his breath hits my mouth a second before his lips. I’m not any better prepared for the kiss this time, but at least I’m aware that he means it. He closes the distance with the rest of his body, and I get to confirm that what I felt the first time wasn’t my imagination.
I push back, turning us both so his ass is against the counter, and grind against him so he knows the full scope of how hot this makes me too. We’re both hard as rocks.
He grabs my hips and breaks the kiss with a groan. “Have some mercy, for fuck’s sake.”
“Too late for that. I owe you for the torture session from last weekend. My dick was raw from jerking off to all those pictures all night long.” I dip my head to his neck and nip at his skin, inhaling his faintly floral, soapy scent. He smells like Celeste, and I like it on him as much as I liked it on her. I drop my hands to his ass and squeeze. “And if your offer still stands, I am absolutely going to take you up on it.”
He drops his head back and bucks his hips against me with a groan. “Jesus, take it slow. This is new to me.”
“Are you afraid?” I lean back to look him in the eyes again. “Because I’ve seen how much you like having a finger buried in your ass.”
“Just promise you’ll let me return the favor.”
“After we both have Celeste, because I’m not going to the trouble of helping you break her in without having a taste myself.”
“Fine. After Celeste.” He seeks out my mouth again and we kiss hungrily. I’m stunned, because I don’t usually agree to bottom, but for him I’d do just about anything.
I sink back into the kiss but jerk away at the snap of an umbrella and Celeste’s bemused voice. “What happens after Celeste?”
Leo tenses and shifts away from me, glancing over his shoulder before turning, but it’s way too late to hide what we were just doing.
He clears his throat but doesn’t make a move to go to her. Glancing down at his bulging jeans, I shake my head, quickly adjust myself, and head toward the elevator where she’s just exited. My hard dick makes it a bit of a challenge to walk, but shifting my thoughts to the gravity of the talk I just had with Leo helps get my libido under control, so I’m only at half-mast by the time I reach her.
“You two looked cozy,” she says when I help her out of her raincoat and hang it on the peg. She’s wearing another wrap dress. This one is long sleeved and burgundy, but it accents all her delicious curves just as nicely as the one she had on last weekend.
“Just settling some details,” I say.
“Do I get a chance to do the same?” Her hazel eyes peer up with a hopeful glint, and I narrow my eyes at her.
“You were hoping this would happen, weren’t you?”
“I want you to be happy. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” She touches my cheek and leans up, planting a soft kiss to my lips before brushing past me and heading to the kitchen, leaving me hard again just from the brush of her soft skin. Rather than walk into Leo’s arms though, she pauses at the corner of the counter and gives him a sheepish smile. “I hope you’re not mad.”
“You knew exactly what to dangle in front of me to get me down here, didn’t you? What was it that made you think it would work?”
“You were curious.” She shrugs. “And so far there hasn’t been a single thing I’ve asked for in bed that you’ve rejected.”
His arms are crossed but I sense he’s only giving her hell on principle. The sight of
