I close my eyes before the pulsing green makes me nauseous. “You want to fuck me,” I whisper. That’s their end goal. “And then what? That’s it?”
“What’s it?” Ryker says.
“You make a mark on your bedpost? Or do you both tick my name off on some list somewhere. Best friend: done.”
“Freddie,” Ryker murmurs. “It’s you, okay. We wantyou. There’s no bedpost or list.”
“We’re fucking you forever,” Liam adds.
“It’s all about fucking, then?”
“No,” Ryker says sternly. “It’s about so much more than that. We want you to be ours, in and outside the bedroom.”
“You can’t know that’s what you want . . .”
“We do know,” Ryker smirks. “We want you.”
“What if you hate it?” I ask. “What if it’s different with me? What if I don’t like it, or I can’t do what you want me to, and it’s awkward?”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Ryker says. “You don’t like something, we don’t do it, it’s as simple as that—”
“But—”
“As simple as that,” Liam says firmly. “You enjoyed Ryker’s hand and my mouth?”
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
I think of both as I stroke my fingers over my erection, tentatively, as if I’mnotstimulating my already sensitive cock. It’s lazy, and casual, and I think I might be trying to trick myself into thinking its involuntary, like pulling on a thread or picking at a hole.
“If that’s as far as any of this goes, we’re happy.”
“You can’t possibly mean—”
“We’re happy,” Liam growls.
“You sound ecstatic.”
Ryker laughs. “He’s worried you’re going to run.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” I tell them. “You’d come after me.”
“Damn right we would.”
I shiver at Liam’s tone. He means it. If I bolt, he’ll hunt me. He’ll chase me to the end of the earth, pin me down, and put his mouth on me again. Oh god, his mouth. That wasn’t just a blow job, it was a life-changingexperiencefrom start to finish.
“You want to fuck me?” I say, more to myself than to them. Right now, they’re words, but as I lie here, I let reality settle over me. My heart picks up, skipping and tripping in my chest. It’s not their desire for me that has me verging on another panic attack, it’s the physical act of these men pinning me down and pressing inside me.
“Eventually,” Ryker says. “And if you hate the idea, then we’ll forget it. The next time we see you we’re not going to drag you into the bedroom to penetrate you, so get that thought out of your head.”
I shiver. That’s what they want to do. Push inside me, make my body accommodate them, rock back and forth to stimulate themselves until they come inside me. Will they hold me down by the wrists? Will they roll me onto my front and press me into the mattress? Or will the mattress be one of them, with me sandwiched between them like I had been in the alley.
“At the same time?”
“Errr, no,” Ryker sounds off, like maybe he’s lying, or unsure about his answer.
“One of you would do it while the other watched?”
“Yes,” Liam says. “We’ll make it feel good for you. We’ll get you ready, comfortable, relaxed. There’ll be lube—”
