Page 66 of The Rest is History

But wasn’t the whole point of coming out here to just fucking live? So what if it doesn’t work out? Does it mean I shouldn’t even try?

A knock on the door pulls me out of my reverie. “Reece?” Asher’s voice.

“Uh, yeah. Come in,” I call out. “I’m – I’m decent,” I mutter to myself. Because that helps, right? What about any of this is decent?

Asher steps into the room. His hair is a little mussed up. It wasn’t like that before. His shirt is pulled to the side. A dark purple mark pops against the smooth pale flesh of his neck.

Yes. They were definitely kissing in the kitchen. The mark on Asher’s neck makes my blood sing inside my body. Makes me want to lunge forward and suck on that exact spot and darken it further.

“Did you get everything you need?" he asks.

“Yes. Thank you. For the underwear too. I – I hope that was okay.”

Asher strides toward me, every step causing my breathing to escalate. My mouth is dry and I'm hard. My gaze locks with his, the intensity passing between us, heated.

Stepping close to me, he reaches out and brushes his thumb across my lips. I part them without thinking. With his eyes now fixed on my mouth, Asher slips his thumb into my mouth, rubbing the inside the flesh of my bottom lip.

A gasp escapes my lips when he dips his head and, instinctively, I step back. Then, I remember that I’m allowed to kiss him. Just like I’m allowed to kiss his husband. I lift my face, closing the miniscule distance between us and his mouth takes mine. I whine into the kiss, opening wide for him. Knowing that Sawyer could walk into the room any minute and I wouldn’t have to stop sends blood rushing to my dick and hardening me even more. Asher wraps his arms around me, and I hold onto the material at his chest, kissing him back. He presses his erection into my stomach, and I reciprocate, rubbing against him.

“Fuck, Reece, this fucking mouth,” he hisses into our kiss. “I want to fuck this mouth so bad.”

My body bucks. I’m right on the edge.

He lets go of my mouth, pulling my hips close to his, rubbing against my erection, but not hard enough. “Not yet, beautiful,” he murmurs.

“When?” I ask desperately.

“Let’s have the big conversation first. Then, we’ll decide.” He grins.

I let him go, nodding. But I still keep him close. “Are you sure you’re okay with all of this?”

He kisses my neck and I almost forget what we’re talking about. “I’m so fuckin’ sure, Reece. Now, come. Let’s have dinner.”

We exit the room, and Asher gets busy in the kitchen with the crockery. I want to offer to set the table but I don’t want to come off overly familiar with their routine. Sawyer is in the living room, drawing the curtains since it’s now nightfall. I stand at the island with my hands resting on the counter behind me.

“Is there something I can help with?” I ask Asher eventually.

Sawyer rounds the island and comes to stand next to me.

“I think that’s it. We can eat,” Asher says, taking three dinner plates to the dining table.

I turn my eyes to Sawyer. He gives me a smile that melts my bones. “It’s weird, all of this, right?” he asks.

I grin. “So weird.”

He leans into me. “Let’s make it even more weird.”

“Yeah?” I say, breathing in his close proximity. Then, as Asher returns to the kitchen, something inside me urges me closer to Sawyer. Reaching up, I brush my lips against his, boldly asking him for a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate. He grips my chin between his fingers, holding my face to his, and he kisses me deeply. He brings our hips together and, shamelessly, knowing Asher is right here, I grind against Sawyer, groaning my pleasure into his mouth.

Asher comes up behind Sawyer. He drags his mouth from mine and turns his head backward to kiss Ash. I watch them, knowing if this keeps up, I’ll bust my nuts right here, right now.

“Let Reece eat,” Asher chuckles into their kiss.

Sawyer laughs and lets me go.

At the dinner table, they talk about how things are going at school with Asher. Apparently, someone named Abdul got into it with someone named Gerald over dialog lines.

I watch them, again feeling like I don’t really belong here. It’s hard to keep these feelings away when they interact with each other like this. They have a full and well-developed life. Their life consists of normal, mundane things like running a household, doing chores, running errands. Making plans and sharing the latest gossip from their jobs. And somehow, watching them talk about those things feels as intimate as – or maybe even more than – the kisses we’ve shared.

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