“You’re welcome.” He kissed me slowly, like he was trying to memorise the press of my lips. “I love you too, by the way. Just so it’s clear. You and Hunter are everything to me, and if I did choose you, it was the best fucking thing I’ve done in my life. Nothing else will ever come close.”
“Same.”
“Not even if you got an International call-up and won the Six Nations? Or the World Cup?”
I pretended to think about it. “Eh, then you might fall into second.”
“Dickhead. But understandable.” He grinned and kissed me again, his tongue leisurely pressing into my mouth. I groaned softly, relaxing underneath him and slowly rolling my hips. Just to let him know exactly what he did to me.
There was a wry chuckle and a deliberate cough from beside us, and we turned to see Hunter watching us with amusement, his head propped up on his hand, dark hair spilling around his shoulders, strands stuck out oddly where he’d been sleeping. “Did I miss something? Or did you decide to start without me?”
“Sorry, babygirl,” Aiden said, sliding over me to drop in between us, sandwiching himself in the middle. It was one of his favourite places to be. Probably because he could tease and control both of us at the same time. He tilted his head to kiss Hunter softly. “How’re you feeling today?”
Hunter gave a half shrug. “Not too bad, pretty much the same as usual after a match day.”
“You’re as bad as Bailey,” Aiden said, shaking his head softly.
“No, I’m not. I didn’t collide with anyone yesterday and crack my ribs.”
“Fuck you, my ribs aren’t broken!”
“That you know,” Aiden said pointedly, looking over his shoulder at me. Hunter grinned smugly, pleased Aiden had taken his side. I’d get him back later.
“Told you,” Hunter muttered.
“Don’t look so pleased, baby,” Aiden said. “I know you’re just as bad when you get hurt. Apparently, playing professional rugby means you abandon all sense of self-preservation.”
“Pretty much.”
Aiden chuckled, and I wondered if he’d expected Hunter to admit it. “You’re ridiculous. But I love you.”
There was a beat. Hunter’s eyes went wide with disbelief, like he couldn’t believe Aiden had said it. “Am I… is this a dream?”
“No, it’s real.” Aiden’s words were soft and sweet, his hands gently cupping Hunter’s jaw as he leant in for a kiss. “I love you, Hunter, just like I love Bailey. You two are the best fucking thing in my life. Nothing else compares.”
“I love you too. More than anything.”
“More than me?” I asked teasingly, leaning over Aiden’s shoulder.
“No. I love you both equally. You’re the best things in my life. I don’t want to think about how bad things would be if you hadn’t walked into our lives,” Hunter said softly, and I could see the emotion on his face. It was the same way I felt.
It wasn’t like our lives had been terrible, more miserable and unsatisfactory—the pair of us dancing around our true feelings and pretending everything was fine while slowly dying inside, refusing to let ourselves have the things we truly wanted.
Meeting Aiden had changed everything, and I’d forever be grateful we’d agreed to go on the team night out to The Courtwhen Jonny had suggested it. And that we’d seen Aiden on the dance floor.
“Going home with you that night was the best decision I ever made,” Aiden said with a nod, kissing Hunter again.
Hunter grinned, and I’d never get over how beautiful he looked when he smiled. “That was nearly a year ago.”
“It was. We should celebrate.”
I put my arm over Aiden’s waist and reached across to Hunter’s so I was holding both of them. Being able to touch them, to feel them, made me feel so relaxed and settled. Maybe it was clingy that I always wanted to feel their bodies against mine, even in small ways—a thigh touch, a hand on their arm, their head in my lap—but neither of them had said anything about it. And I’d realised they always put some part of themselves against me whenever we were together. “I can think of a few things we can do,” I said.
“Do they involve me getting railed?” Hunter asked with a playful smile.
“Obviously.”
“Then I’m game.” He kissed Aiden deeply, and I watched the pair of them make out slowly, heat and adoration building in my gut. My cock twitched in my shorts, hardening against the back of Aiden’s thigh. He twisted around to look at me and smirked, his hand reaching back to grasp my neck.
