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The word “compromise” made both their brows draw, like it was the nastiest word ever. But to their credit, neither man said anything. Instead Brent said neutrally, “And what did you have in mind?”
That gave me momentary pause because truthfully, I didn’t have a solution. Everything had happened so fast, so quickly, my pussy and ass cherries lost within twenty-four hours of each other, that there had been no time to digest the situation yet. So I fumbled, trying to cover, making something up on the fly that sounded okay.
“Um, how about Monday, Wednesday, Fridays I’m with Brent, and Tuesdays and Thursdays I’m with Jason?” I blurted, looking between both men. That wasn’t too bad, was it? Sounded reasonable to me.
But neither man looked happy.
“What the fuck, I only get two days when he gets three? What the fuck?” growled Jason, glaring at Brent again.
And Brent was just as dissatisfied.
“Three days a week isn’t enough honey,” he stated. “I need you more than that. What am I supposed to do otherwise? Go to strip clubs? Hire someone? I need you more, no way is that enough.”
I colored, nonplussed. Shit, I hadn’t thought the two men would be so demanding, that they’d need me the way they were making out. I hemmed and hawed a bit, my mind racing furiously.
“Well,” I said slowly, biting my lip. “At least we agree we want to share, right? That’s the important thing, that we’re in this together.”
And both men were silent for a moment.
“I guess so,” grunted Jason. “I mean, what choice do I have?”
Brent shot Jason a hard look, but pretty much felt the same way, he just tried to phrase it nicer.
“What he’s saying, honey, is that we both want you. We’re two domineering, arrogant males who are used to getting our way, but we’re in a bind here because the woman we both love can’t choose between us, she’s not gonna pick one over the other. Isn’t that right Katy? We can’t get you to choose one of us, make a selection?”
And my heart beat rapidly. Because I’d heard the word “love” in there and although it’d been over in half a second, the syllable rang in my ears, vibrated through body, my breathing suddenly shallow, head light.
“I don’t want to seem selfish,” I began, trying to calm my racing heart. “I mean, I’m not totally sure what’s going on, we just started this yesterday and it’s been like a runaway train, losing my pussy and ass cherries within twenty four hours,” I said blushing, glancing between the two men. But both men nodded, encouraging me to go on.
“So I’m not sure,” I blurted, “and if you’re asking me to pick, right here, right now, then no, I couldn’t possibly. Because I love you both,” I rushed again. “I feel like my world has opened, the world is changing colors before me, I’m seeing colors that I’ve never seen before, and you guys have done that for me. So no, I couldn’t possibly choose, I’m so sorry,” I finished softly.
Both men reached forward then, each taking a small hand in one of theirs.
“Katy darlin’, you couldn’t have said it better,” rumbled Brent. “The world changing colors? Heck, the entire universe is changing colors, that’s what you do to us.”
And Jason agreed.
“We get it, Katy, we get it,” he said roughly. “It’s just gonna be tough, you know? I mean, the three of us have lived together for the last year, sure,” he said, casting a quick look at Brent, “but things are different now. You’re a woman and with two men who love you in such close proximity, things are bound to get heated and crazy.”
But I interrupted suddenly.
“But heated and crazy in a good way, right?” I said slowly. “I hope there aren’t going to be fights, physical or otherwise. I don’t think I could live if I saw the two of you going at it, beating the daylights out of one another.”
And the alphas shot glances at one another before looking away quickly. Actions speak a thousand words, and that momentary exchange was an entire dialogue. They desperately wanted to beat each other to a pulp, desperately wanted to pound in the skull of the other but were holding back because of me, knowing I’d be devastated. So instead, the men compromised.
“No, we’re not going to fight,” Brent assured smoothly, squeezing my fingers. “So long as you’re with us, we’re not gonna fight, we’ll find a way to work things out.”
“Yeah,” drawled Jason. “But trust me, I’m ready if you ever want to go at it,” he challenged Brent, the air pulsing with energy, with tension suddenly.
But the older male wasn’t perturbed at all.
“Any day, boy-o, any day,” Brent said silkily in return, not even looking at Jason.
And I sighed deeply.
