CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Aiden
I didwonder whether I was being foolish by uprooting my entire life for a relationship that had barely gotten off the ground, but then I saw the way Bailey and Hunter looked at me, and I knew I was making the right decision.
I wanted to be with them more than I’d ever wanted anything, and the feeling was so overwhelming it was almost terrifying. I’d never pictured myself being the sort of man who’d immediately throw my all into a relationship, but then again, I’d never been with anyone like Hunter and Bailey. And while the timeline felt very sped up, I kept thinking about how we’d been texting all summer and how I’d clung to those messages during my long, lonely days.
Jonny had teasingly mentioned maybe getting faster responses from me in future, now he knew I was capable of responding in less than three to six business days, but I’d already told him that was never going to happen. Bailey and Hunter existed in a separate category inside my brain, an exclusive club that nobody else would ever belong to. As soon as I saw anythingfrom them, I felt compelled to respond, my mind and fingers itching to see what they’d sent me.
Jonny was only my brother, and nothing he had to say would ever be as important.
“Are you going to look for a flat near the kitchen then? As long as it all goes through,” Bailey asked. The three of us were stretched out on their sofa, with me sandwiched between them, watching old sitcom reruns none of us really had to concentrate on. We’d talked about watching a film, and I was desperate to introduce them to some of my favourite rom-coms, but we’d decided against it because there was a good chance we’d get sidetracked twenty minutes in.
Need thrummed gently under my skin, waiting for one of us to make a move. We’d made plans for this weekend, but I wasn’t going to push if Hunter was too tired to get fucked. There’d been a lot of scrums and lineouts throughout the afternoon, so he’d been kept very busy.
I had really enjoyed watching him get lifted into the air. Mostly because his shorts always rode up and the way Mason’s hands cupped his arse highlighted how round and firm it was.
“Yeah, I think so,” I said, my fingers lazily skating over their thighs, casually getting closer to their dicks and then circling away. “It might be a bit of a pain in the arse to get everything to line up, but Jonny said I can always crash with him and Devon if I need to.”
“How do you feel about that?” Hunter asked, swallowing loudly and shifting in his seat.
“I’ll cope, especially if it’s only for a few weeks. We’d both be busy too, which is good. The less time we spend together, the less likely we are to fall out.”
“You’d always be welcome here. And you can have Hunter’s bed if you want to stay over,” Bailey said slowly. He had his eyes on the TV, trying to pretend he wasn’t affected by what I wasdoing. But his dick was betraying him. His erection was visible through the front of his joggers, his shaft pressing against the soft grey material.
“I’ll take you up on that.” I smiled casually, like I wasn’t teasing the fuck out of him. I really did appreciate his offer, though, and that neither of them had made a big deal about the fact I didn’t want to share a bed.
I was happy to make exceptions for special occasions and holidays, but with our differing sleep schedules, their size, Hunter’s determination to impersonate a starfish, my tendency to overheat, and my dislike for being touched while I was sleeping, it made sense to keep to separate spaces.
Besides, having our own bedrooms didn’t mean we’d have less sex. It was literally so we got the sleep we needed and didn’t turn into raging, exhausted dickheads. Because if that happened, we definitely wouldn’t be fucking.
Hunter let out a soft groan and pushed up into my touch, his own hand grabbing my thigh and squeezing. “Aiden,” he said, a soft begging note in his voice.
“Yeah?”
“You… you’re…”
“I’m what?”
“You’re teasing me,” Hunter whined. He was looking down at me with big doe eyes, desperation written across his face.
It had been a couple of weeks, I supposed. Even if I had kept him and Bailey busy in the meantime.
And I had made him a lot of very filthy promises.
“I am,” I said, not bothering to hide it.
“It’s… it’s not fair.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want more. Y-You promised.” He groaned again as I brushed my fingers over his fabric-covered cock, dipping myhand between his legs to caress the inside of his thigh. He slid further down the sofa and spread his thighs open wide.
“Hmm, I suppose I did.” I kept caressing his thigh, trying to pretend I wasn’t fussed about the way Hunter was turning into putty in my hand. When all I really wanted to do was tell him to get on his knees and show me his pretty hole. He’d picked out so many great toys for me to use on him, and the hardest part would be deciding where to start.
“What do you think, Bailey?” I asked, turning to face the beautiful man sat next to me. The bulge in his joggers had gotten bigger and there was a wet spot starting to form on them, blotting the light grey fabric. It made me want to lean down and suck it out. “Should I fuck our babygirl? Do you think he deserves it? Or shall I keep teasing him?”
Bailey let out a soft moan, his hips jerking slightly as he tried to resist the temptation to press into my touch. “He played well today, and, fuck, we did promise. And I always keep my promises.”
