“Well, yeah, but we already kissed, like the three of us, so you need a cover.”
“Why not just pretend we’re all friends?” Dylan asked, then pointed to himself and Rus. “And we could just secretly date.”
“Well, yeah, there’s that too. But maybe I’d be suspicious.”
“So, in your mind, the only plausible way for us to date each other,” Rus explained, referring to himself and Dylan, “is for us to pretend to want to date you too?”
“Yeah, obviously.”
“Is us liking you that hard to fathom?” Rus asked. “Dude, who the fuck tanked your self-esteem?”
“His family,” Dylan said with an angry edge.
“No, it’s not that,” Kaiden protested. “It’s just…I’m me, and you guys are you.”
He couldn’t put it into words. But Dylan was bold and charming and aloof all at once. And Rus was assertive and captivating and sweet, all wrapped together. Whereas Kaiden… Kaiden was anxious and meek and lost. They were both gorgeous men, but Kaiden had a million flaws with his body. No matter how hard he worked, he could only do so much to fix them.
“How would all of us dating even work? Like kissing? I mean, we sort of made that work. Ish. But that was also like exploratory. How the hell does kissing with all of us work? Do we tap out? Are there timed sessions? Should I…I don’t know, play on my phone or something when it’s not my turn? Are there turns? Is that weird?”
Dylan rushed into Kaiden, the suddenness of their chests pressed together made Kaiden’s heart patter. The way his hand brushed against Kaiden’s face as he cupped it around the back of Kaiden’s head made his cheeks burn. Then the swift smack of Dylan’s lips against Kaiden’s twisted his stomach into knots. Nervous and excited all at once.
The tension in his back eased, the stress carried in his shoulders faded, and suddenly the knots in his stomach released into a flutter of eagerness washing over his skin.
“Relax,” Dylan panted between kisses. “We don’t need all the answers right now.”
“That’s the point of dating,” Rus said, appearing beside Kaiden.
They’d pushed him away from the safety of his counter and toward the wall. Rus slipped in, lips rougher than Dylan’s, but his tongue was so much sweeter. Kaiden ran his hands along each of them, unsure what to do, but loving the feel of muscles in his grip as he kept kissing Rus. Soon, Dylan’s teeth grazed Kaiden’s neck, nibbling and teasing his skin. Hands caressed him, hips bucked against him, mouths moaned with satisfaction.
Kaiden pulled away long enough to watch them kiss, to taste each other, to entertain him with their beautiful expressions lost in the ecstasy of this embrace. But neither offered Kaiden a long reprieve, drawing him back into these sweet kisses.
If his corset vest didn’t pinch against his lower back from the awkward press of his body pinned to the wall, Kaiden would’ve sworn he’d fallen into a dream. No way had this happened. The two most amazing guys in his life wanted him. No, they had him. Completely. Entirely. He’d surrender himself here and now without a moment of hesitation.
It simply didn’t seem real to believe he was on the verge of losing every comfort in his life, to suddenly having more than he could ever have hoped possible.
Passion swept through him. Kaiden licked Rus’ neck, running his tongue along the silly bi goose tattoo while Dylan kissed Rus. Kaiden’s hand slipped under Dylan’s crop top, fingers gently tickling the hairs of his stomach, of his chest, and the slightest caress as he reached the nipple.
Dylan growled, snatching a handful of Kaiden’s hair and swallowing the yip Kaiden released as he kissed him. Bit him. Tasted his excitement. Rus didn’t surrender Kaiden so easily, pulling his gaze back down and tugging on his lower lip before aggressively kissing him.
“Okay, okay, okay…” Kaiden pushed Dylan away, gripping his shoulder with one hand, then moving his other hand to block Rus, who readied himself to fill the space between the pair. “We seriously have to stop. If Alison checks the cameras to see me making out with two dudes, she’ll probably fire me.”
“She’ll probably promote you,” Dylan said, noting her very sex positive attitude.
“Well, I can’t exactly gamble with my income right now.”
“What’s going on?” Dylan asked, eyeing Kaiden up and down and in a way that just made the words pour right out of him.
“My mother started charging me rent,” Kaiden said.
“Seriously?” Rus scoffed. “Did she finally give you a full room?”
Rus didn’t know everything about Kaiden’s home life, since he avoided the topic as much as possible, but it had slipped from time to time how crappy his living situation had become when he would express his gratitude to Rus’ flexible accommodations of allowing Kaiden to crash at his apartment from time to time.
“I decided to just move into the basement.”
Dylan silenced a yelp and gave a full-body shudder, making no effort to hide his hate of the creepy crawly basement. It was disgusting, had a mildewy smell that clung to his sheets—and remained the only reason Kaiden hadn’t given up his upstairs closet to keep his wardrobe safe from the horrible stench.
“How much are you paying?”
