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“Well, I don’t really know,” I said, my voice coming out somewhat breathless. “I’m still attracted to him, if that’s what you mean.”
He pressed down through his hands, grinding his hips up and into mine, and my breath caught as the hard pressure of him rubbed against me, the friction causing heat to pool between my legs.
“It seems like you’re attracted to me, too,” he said in a low voice, cocking a teasing eyebrow at me.
“Apparently,” I said, swiveling my hips again until he sucked in a breath and closed his eyes briefly. I couldn’t deny the rush of power I felt at his reaction to my movements, but I forced myself to stillness, waiting until his eyes blinked open so he could see I was serious.
“I just…I don’t want anyone to get hurt just because I don’t know what I want,” I told him.
He appeared to take my words seriously, because his expression turned thoughtful. His hands moved from my legs up to my back, where they absently traced gentle patterns on my skin, making me shiver.
“I can’t speak for Micah,” he said after a moment, meeting my eyes. “But here’s how I look at it. If you’re attracted to Micah, and you want to kiss him, or more, then I think you should. And if you don’t feel comfortable doing this with me, or if Micah isn’t comfortable with it, then you and I—we won’t do this. But if you want to be here with me as much as I do with you, all I ask is that when you’re here with me—be here. With me.”
I sat up straight. “Wait, what? Are you telling me you don’t care if I make out with other guys?”
His hands tightened on my sides. “No, I certainly didn’t say that.”
My brow creased. “But you said—”
“I said I’d understand if you wanted to pursue things with Micah.”
My expression must not have changed, because he shifted, sitting me upright on his lap so we were more face-to-face.
“I’ve known Micah and Garrett since the three of us were in diapers,” he told me, his expression serious. And ah, that answered one of my questions. “They’re the closest thing to brothers I’ll ever have,” he went on. “And while I don’t want to share you, I will, if that’s what it takes to have you.” A predatory gleam lit his eye. “But only with my brothers.”
The desire in my veins had cooled as we’d been talking, but his words and the look in his eye sent a renewed pulse of heat searing through me. Share me? That wasn’t something I’d considered, wasn’t something I thought people even did. But my desire for the both of them was undeniable, and if I didn’t have to choose…
I gripped his shoulders again, feeling the rock-hard muscle shifting under my palms, and slid myself forward, pressing my mouth to his with a newfound sense of urgency.
He groaned, the sound a deep rumble in his chest that reverberated through every inch of my body, and his hands returned, sliding up the feverish skin of my back until they met with the clasp of my bra. With a flick of his fingers it was gone, and a rush of cool air ghosted over my breasts for only a moment before his hands were there, cupping my flesh and raising it to his face.
My mind went blank, lost in the sensation of his lips closing around my nipple. A direct line of nerves seemed to run from the sensitive peak all the way down between my legs, and I gasped with the pleasure of it. His other hand kneaded my other breast, teasing the bud to a hard peak, and I arched my back to give him access. My fingers found their way into his hair, tugging, and I wasn’t sure if I was pushing him away from my oversensitive skin or pulling him closer. Either way he clearly liked it, because he groaned again, so I pulled harder, causing him to thrust his hips up against me. The seam of my pants rubbed directly against the source of my pleasure, pulling a gasp from my throat.
That was when the door swung open.
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Micah’s shocked expression was like a bucket of ice water poured over my head, and I would have vaulted off of Devan’s lap if his hands hadn’t locked around my waist, holding me tightly in place.
Micah closed the door and stepped into the room, and my breath caught in my chest. Shit. What have I done? Embarrassment and guilt surged within me, a hard knot forming in the pit of my stomach. This wasn’t fair to either Devan or Micah. Had I ruined everything?
Devan had said he’d be willing to share, but who knew what Micah would think of the situation, and this certainly wasn’t how I’d wanted him to find out. I needed to talk to him, alone, not get caught grinding half naked on his roommate in the middle of the common room floor. But then again, Devan had said Micah had told him that we’d kissed—did that mean Micah knew of Devan’s interest in me already?
Hell, Micah and I hadn’t done anything more than kiss. Who knew if he was even interested in anything more serious with me? Who knew if Devan was, for that matter?
“Stop,” Devan said, twisting a lock of my hair around his fingers and giving it a tug to force my wide-eyed gaze back to him. “Stop freaking out. You’re overthinking this.”
Micah had crossed the room and stopped next to us, and the expression on his face was completely unreadable. Was he hurt? Disgusted? Did he not care?
“I told you I didn’t speak for Micah,” Devan said, pulling my attention back to him, though by his voice it was clear he was speaking to both of us, not just to me. “But that if the only way to have you was to share with my brothers, I was willing to make that sacrifice. Micah can make his own choice, too.”
Micah’s eyes widened infinitesimally at that, but then his gaze dropped quickly to my chest. His breath hitched as his eyes darkened. Goosebumps rose along my skin, and I was surprised that I didn’t feel the need to cover myself.
Instead, what I felt was relief. That he wasn’t angry to find me like this. That I still seemed to affect him.
The moment stretched as I held my breath on Devan’s lap, and something seemed to pass between the two guys, some unspoken communication that I wasn’t privy to. I shifted, wondering if I should retrieve my bra, but then Micah shrugged out of his coat, dropping it on the pile on the couch, and met my eyes.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said, and his words sent a bolt of lightning through me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
