Miles lies back down next to me. Shoulder to shoulder.
“It’s okay,” he says. “Really. If you want to be with Reid too, that’s your choice. Always. But I’m not going anywhere.”
Reid is quiet for a moment. I can feel him staring.
“It’s fine,” he says finally, squeezing himself on my other side. His words come out grudging, which makes me smile again. “If you want to be with him too.”
I turn my head to him. “Liar.”
He grins. “Maybe. But I meant what I said. And I’m not going anywhere either.”
Two hands hold mine. One on each side.
I don’t know what will happen next. I don’t know how any of this works—three people, two of them who don’t even like each other, one of them me.
But right now, at two in the morning, with their fingers intertwined with mine, it doesn’t feel like a problem. So I look back at the ceiling, grinning despite myself.
Maybe freaks get happy endings too.
Or at least really hot beginnings.
19 Loads
The sunlight wakes me up, but it’s not the light or the heat of the bodies next to me that registers first. It’s the total ache in my whole body. My hole is still loose and throbbing, my thighs are sore, and there’s that thin pain in my abdomen that’s always there after a good fuck. Even my jaw’s stiff when I try to yawn. My poor dick’s half-hard against my stomach, a sticky trail of dried pre connecting it to my skin.Fuck’s sake.Morning wood hits way different when you wake up sandwiched between two guys who just confessed they’re down bad for you.
Miles has his hand splayed flat across my chest, firmly gripping my left pec. Reid’s arm is slung over my waist, his fingers twitching against my hip bone. They’re both out cold.
Reid’s breath catches when I brush my toes against his shin, but he doesn’t stir. Miles mutters some nonsense into my shoulder and crowds closer, pressing his heavy morning wood straight against my thigh. My dick throbs in response.
Well, fuck.
Miles stirs first, blinking the sleep from his eyes. His gaze drops to Reid’s hand on my hip, then tracks straight down to my twitching cock.
“Morning,” he says, his thumb starting a lazy circle right over my nipple. “Sleep okay?”
“Define ‘okay.’”
“Sweet dreams?” he asks, looking pointedly at my junk again.
Miles is a little bit of an asshole. I like that about him, I do. But my nuts are swollen to max capacity after staying locked down all night without a release. Safe to say, I’m in a seriously sour mood here.
“Is there a specific reason neither of you tried to fuck me last night?”
He blinks at me, looking taken aback. Then he snorts.
“I’m a gentleman.”
A low rumble comes from my other side, and I turn to see Reid grinning against my shoulder.
“He was whining about being blue-balled after you passed out.”
I look back at Miles, whose face is flushing a little pink.
“Hey, the guy I like seemed very positive about wanting to be with me,” Miles mutters, his fingers tracing my jawline. “Excuse me for being bricked up.”
“The guy you like is very happy that you are a healthy, horny man,” I tell him, dead serious.
“So.” Miles’ gaze flicks over to Reid, then locks right back onto my face. “Is it okay to assume I can just…?”
