His confession floored me. So I was not the only one? With the threesome fantasies. What a relief! But then again, not so much.
"Do you think Cole ever has those kind of thoughts?"
He sighed heavily. "I don't know, honey. I'm afraid to ask. He's a sensitive little thing."
I laughed softly. "Yeah. He is. But I think he's onto us, Jasper." I paused and thought about it. "Or maybe he really does just want to be free of us for a night. I mean, poor guy has been going back and forth for a month. It must be hard sometimes when you simply need some alone time. We never really consider that, do we? That it must be challenging for him as well. But he loves us so much and does the best he can. Shit, now I want to apologise to him."
Jasper did not reply. Taking out his phone, he tapped at the screen, then held it to his ear.
"What're you doing?" I heard him ask.
He listened for a while and then said, "No, I was just calling to say goodnight. I love you. Sleep well."
He hung up and was startled when he saw me standing over him with a mutinous expression on my face. "How am I supposed to top that?" I glared at him and he smiled at me arrogantly.
"It's not a competition, you know," he drawled.
"Stop throwing my words back at me, Wells. And now that we've decided to give him the night off, where am I supposed to sleep?"
"On top of me," he replied flirtatiously. "You just said yourself I'm big. There's so much room for you over here." He patted his chest and I shook my head.
"I can't." Both my tone and expression were tortured and regretful.
He noted my struggle and probably felt sorry for me.
"I won't touch you," he said softly. "We'll put a pillow between us. I don't roll around much so you should be safe. Come on. We can do this. For Cole."
Grumbling, I climbed into the space he left for me and stiffly laid my head down on the one pillow. He wedged the other one between us and turned his back on me with his forearm tucked under his head.
This was not fair. It felt wretched. I couldn't touch him but was forced to sleep with him. At that moment, I wanted to redden Cole's ass myself for putting us in this horrible situation.
****
I woke up the next morning curled around Jasper's big body with his hand resting on the rump of my ass.
For a moment, I panicked thinking we had actually crossed some line in the slumber of sleep last night but I breathed a sigh of relief upon noting that we were both still fully dressed. To save me from temptation, Jasper had not even taken off his shirt in order to sleep comfortably.
I raised my head to look at his face and a wave of tenderness enveloped me. He did not look like an arrogant asshole in his sleep. And the way he held me, I felt so small and protected in his arms.
Looking at his firm lips made me want to kiss him so I rolled away, over the pillow barrier which I had breached and onto my side of the bed. I realised I was kind of wet. Probably because I had been subconsciously rubbing myself against Jasper's tree trunk of a thigh.
Cole. I needed Cole. I got out of bed and turned the door knob without remembering he had locked us in. But when it opened easily, something clicked in my brain.
Worry engulfed me at this discovery. It meant that sometime during the night, Cole had come to our room to unlock this door and he must have peeked inside. He must have seen me draped all over Jasper. Oh, Cole. Oh God, no.
How could I face him now? There was the evidence between my legs that I had been turned on by another man. How could I go to him now to satisfy the desire that Jasper had aroused in me?
I started to cry. I hated this so much. Crying came so easily to me and I had no idea what to do except let those tears fall as I stood in the doorway.
A hand clamped on my shoulder and then Jasper was there holding my head against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around me, whispering something comforting.
I pushed against him. "No," I whimpered. "No. I need Cole," I sobbed. "Please. I'm not...we can't-"
"Skye?"
I lifted my head when I heard Cole's voice. He was standing right next to us and instinctively, I pushed away from Jasper and threw my arms around my lover's neck.
"I'm sorry," I cried softly into his neck. "I didn't mean for it to happen, Cole. I love you! I love you so much and I would never hurt you like that but...I...I love Jasper too. I can't stop feeling this way. I'm sorry. I know I don't deserve you. Please, please don't hate me."
I don't know how long I babbled on like that and he just stood there, still listening to me with his arms around me. After a long moment, I had to pull away and face him though.
That was when I saw his tears and everything crumbled.
"Cole?"
He smiled at me tightly even through the pain and then his gaze shifted to Jasper who had not moved away from us all this time.
Then he laughed a little, except it sounded so bitter.
"I fucked everything up, huh?" I whispered into the awkward silence.
Cole was still looking at Jasper with a shrewd gaze.
"At least she was brave enough and honest enough to tell me what
