Page 129 of Piece Us Together

“I bet we can.” He chuckles. “Or if we can’t, I bet Hunter will handle it.”

“See? Kind of nice, having a dom to lean on, isn’t it?”

I wait for him to roll his eyes or make a comment about how Hunter isn’t his dom or he isn’t a sub.

He doesn’t.

“Yeah. You know what? It kind of fucking is.”

Oh.

Well, okay then.

He apparently decided to come toallthe realizations today.

Hale-fucking-lujah.

“Nol?”

“Yeah?”

He ducks his chin a little, but still looks up at me through his lashes. “I kissed him.”

I can’t help but just blink at him for a moment. And maybe blink for the moment after that. “You…”

His expression crumples. “Fuck—is that—that’s not okay, is it? Fuck, I didn’t think—I thought because you never set that as a limit and he just was there and he was being all Hunter-y and I just couldn’t help it and I’m sorry, baby, fuck, I’m—”

“Can I see?” I ask, cutting his worried rambling off.

“See…?” he asks, looking confused and a little scared.

“I want to see you kiss him.” I grab his cheeks, forcing him to look into my eyes. I grin. “I want to see it right fucking now.”

His eyes flash with heat, all worry burning away. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I press my mouth against his. The kiss is slow. Soft. It’s a flurry of promises kept and promises made.

He smiles first, messing our lips up. I laugh softly as I wind up kissing teeth.

“I’ll show you,” he says when I pull away. His cheeks are flushed, the blue of his eyes bright. “But then you have to show me.”

I grin. “Gladly.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Hunter

They come out of the room together, hands held, cheeks pink. I feel a little nauseous, torn between exhilarating hope and skin-crawling anxiety. The worst part of myself wanted to eavesdrop on them. As I try to figure out what their expressions mean, I start wondering if I should have. If it would have been worth the guilty conscience.

I tell myself to let them speak first, but they stand there, shifting their weight on their feet, eyes darting around before meeting before darting around some more. They never look at me. Maison’s hold on Nolan’s hand is tight enough to make his freshly scabbed knuckles turn pink.

I don’t last very long.

“Come sit.” I wince. “Please?”

They exchange what seem like amused smiles before walking over to the couch. They split apart, Maison on one side of me, Nolan on the other. My heart kickstarts in my chest, bruisingly hard. I don’t know which of them I should look at. I don’t know ifI should be afraid or happy. I don’t know anything and if there’s one fucking thing I hate, it’s not knowing.

“I’ll go first,” I say, because if someone doesn’t start talking, I’m going to melt into a puddle of distress and none of us want that. “I know we all agreed to keep feelings out of this. I tried very hard to respect that, but we can’t control those things, you know? I can’t, at least. I’ve been stuffing it down as much as possible, but the two of you…I’ve lost the battle. I don’t even want to fight the battle anymore. I’m gone for you. I—” I shake my head, hating that I can’t look at them both. I decide to get off the couch, turning and sitting on the coffee table to face them both at once. They automatically scoot toward each other as I brace my elbows on my thighs and clasp my trembling hands between them.

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