Page 83 of Whirlwind

None of it would have been half as much fun without Parker.

But did Parker and Dakota feel the same way? Ben started to feel nervous, a rare and uncomfortable emotion. Before this evening, he’d pushed his feelings for Parker to the back of his mind. Parker was excitement and possibility, not real life.

Now that he’d had a taste, though, he was eager to continue. What could he do to make both of them stay?

The first thing, of course, was bottoming to Parker. He’d lost fair and square, even if he was a little nervous.

Actually, a lot nervous.

He knew that bottoming wouldn’t make him any less of a Dom. Yet he found himself repeating that fact to himself.

He’d tried it once or twice when he was young, and it wasn’t something that he enjoyed. As a Dom, it wasn’t something anyone expected of him, so it had been easy to just keep it out of his repertoire. Which meant that it would be even harder for him to open up now.

And that was just the physical part.

It also felt different because it was Parker. For so many reasons.

Their relationship, tentative as it was, was based on them both being Doms. Would Parker still look at him the same way after this? Could Ben even look at Parker the same way after submitting to him?

Bottoming doesn’t mean submitting, he reminded himself. But, ugh, it sure felt that way. It certainly wasn’t something that he’d asked for or felt in control of.

Then there was the intimacy of the act. He felt like all three of them were on the path to something beautiful. He was finally connected to Parker through Dakota, but what if this fucked it all up?

What if he fucked it all up? Like, what if he hated it? What if he couldn’t even do it?

Dakota brushed a languid hand down his chest, making him realize how tense he was getting.

He tried to relax, but questions kept bubbling up. Would Parker know to go slow? Would he go easy on him?

He could envision Parker fucking into Dakota’s ass with rough abandon, and he knew that Dakota would enjoy every minute of it. He was sure that Parker could make it good for him too.

Intellectually, he knew it.

Ben was probably some sort of hypocrite.

Dakota stirred and stretched as they came back to themselves and Ben immediately returned his attention to the gorgeous sub in his arms.

Parker seemed to notice their movements as well, because he rolled off the bed and padded out of the room. He returned shortly with a water bottle and straw. He pressed the straw to Dakota’s lips, and they drank thirstily.

Since Ben was laying down with only a pillow to elevate his head, Parker pressed the straw to his mouth as well.

It was an oddly intimate moment, moving into uncharted territory where Parker was taking care of Ben instead of both of them focusing on Dakota.

Really, he should have more confidence in Parker. He would trust him with a sub, so there was no reason that he shouldn’t trust him with his own body. It was just difficult.

Ben drank deeply, letting himself sink in to the moment.

He felt like he was drinking in more than the water. The feeling of Dakota’s sweet weight on his body. The heady feeling of Parker watching him. The way they’d both connected with the unexpected spitfire from the bar.

The potential for more.

Ben drank the bottle dry and then looked back at Parker. The man now had a cautious and compassionate look in his eyes that he turned into a question. Do you want to call this off?

If Ben stated that this was a hard limit, Parker would let him back out of their agreement without a single comment and never mention it again. But if he was just backing out because he felt a little uncomfortable, he would never hear the end of the teasing.

Anxiety and desire shot through Ben’s body in equal measure. Whether he was ready for this or not, he wasn’t backing down from his bet.

He gave Parker a hard, determined look and a swift nod.