Page 88 of The Square

Slowly. Methodically.

But Alec is already reaching for my hand, gently urging me to join him.

I give Danny a last look over my shoulder as I take that first step, and he finds my gaze and meets it with a smile as he finishes tugging off his boots and begins taking off his pants.

I step into the mist of hot steam and look up to Alec. He looks better, yes. But still… unsure. And I hate that. I hate it because I did that to him. I’m the one who ripped his world apart, so I have to be the one who puts it back together.

I just don’t know how.

Danny joins us, closing the door behind him. He slides a hand around my waist, which is now wet, and tugs me close to him. And for a second, I think it’s a possessive gesture, but then I realize it’s just a comforting one.

He takes a step forward, toward Alec, bringing me with him until our bodies are so close we’re all touching in one way or another. My stomach pressed up to Alec’s hip. Our hands still holding each other’s. Danny’s thigh bumps up against Alec’s, which makes Alec look down, then up to meet his eyes.

That erases all the distance between us. Because he leans in, arm still around me so that my upper thighs straddle Alec’s leg, and he kisses him.

It’s hesitant at first. But then it’s not. And Alec kisses him back. I stare up in wonder, and feel the heat rise inside me. The longing. The want. The lust coming back.

And I hope this will be enough, I really do.

But those doubts are still there. Lingering around my head like spiderwebs.

Then they break apart and I’m the one holding my breath. Because I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to make this better. I will never be able to—

“Get on your knees, Christine,” Danny says.

I snap out of it and look at him. “What?”

But he doesn’t respond or repeat himself. Just places his hand on my shoulder and presses until my knees buckle and I drop to the floor. I look up at them as Danny guides my head towards Alec’s cock. He’s not quite hard when I grab him with my hands, our eyes locked. But one pump and I feel him grow and thicken in my palm.

“Don’t do it because he’s telling you to,” Alec says.

But I just say, “Shut the fuck up, Alec. Since when do I do anything Danny tells me?”

And even though it’s stupid, and it’s not even true… it helps. It’s the old me, and the old Alec, and the old Danny. Because we all break the silence with a laugh.

I gladly wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, sucking on him as I swirl my tongue. And then I close my eyes and take him all the way to the back of my throat.

Danny grabs my hair, urging me. But when I open my eyes again, they’re kissing. And it’s not the tentative, uncertain kiss of before.

Danny kisses him the way I do. He kisses him the way he kisses me.

I reach for Danny’s cock with my other hand and begin to pump him too. They moan into each other. Enjoying me, and each other, and this new shape we make.

That’s when I know we’re going to be OK.