Page 130 of Piece Us Together

“I meant what I said, about all the cards on the table. I want the two of you. But I don’t want you any way I can have you, not anymore. I don’t think I can—I’m not sure I’ll survive much longer, taking what I can get from you guys. Taking the scraps. It’s killing me. I’m falling for you—for both of you. Hell, I’ve already fallen. I’m long gone.” I try for a laugh, but it’s all tight and shaky andwrong. “I know you said when you got here, Maison – you said you had fallen in love with me, but you were so upset, and so mad, and I – I don’t know if you meant it or if I ruined it or anything. I don’t know what you guys want. I know you have to do what’s best for you. I understand that. Really. I can respect that. And if I’m not what you want—what you—what you decide you need—I can—I’ll get over that. Eventually. I will. And I’ll help you find someone else, another dom. Someone you can—”

Maison mutters, “Fucking hell,” and I trip over my words, trying to remember what I was going to say. It doesn’t matter. His hand fists in my hair and I’m suddenly pulled forward, myass literally coming off the coffee table from the force of his grip. He kisses me. For the second time tonight, Maison kisses me.

Andoh god, it’s evenmorethis time, more sure, more steady. The first was a man gasping for breath. This is a man who already has air.

He pulls back before I get the chance to gain control like earlier. It leaves me feeling off-kilter. Unfinished.

Before I can get my mind straight, he’s using his grip still in my hair to turn my head, and there’s—Nolan.

His lips are so, sosoft. Warm. His kiss is gentle and sweet, almost timid, but there’s a poke of his tongue that doesn’t let me forget how mischievous and playful he can be when allowed.

Maison’s kiss set me on fire.

This kiss makes me ache.

I’m pulled away before I get control of this one either. I growl, frustrated, and they both moan.

Maison’s hand falls away.Smart move.

I force myself to pause, though. To take a breath and look at them. The two of them, all flushed and panting, smiling. They’re both smiling. Nolan is grinning like he’s won the biggest prize. Maison is smiling something soft, something nervous, but it’s exhilarated too, like he had to climb a mountain first but he got his prize too.

“I don’t know what the two of you want from me,” I admit, a little flushed and panting and smiling myself. “You have to tell me. I’m sort of dying here.”

Maison raises an eyebrow, all cocky confidence. Nolan cocks his head to the side. “That wasn’t obvious?”

“We could do it again,” Maison adds. “Maybe help clarify things?”

As much as I love them being playful, I really,reallydon’t enjoy feeling out of control like this. I give them a look that conveys that pretty well if their suddenly serious expressionshave any indication. Nolan looks a second away from slipping to his knees, Maison suddenly finding his feet very fascinating.

“Is this the two of you saying you want to broaden things sexually? Change limits and maybe include Maison more?” I swallow hard, trying not to remember how it felt to have Maison’s throat under my hand, to have his body settled at my feet. Trying not to remember the relief that had been coming off of him in waves. “Or is this the two of you wanting…more? Wanting a relationship. A romantic one.”

“You said we’re yours,” Maison whispers. He lifts his gaze to look at me andoh, fuck. The hurt there. The confused, terrified hurt. It slices through me in a way none of his weapons ever could. “You—yousaid.”

“Hey. Yes. Yes, I did.” I move forward until my ass is nearly falling off the coffee table. I take one of Nolan’s hands while reaching for Maison’s cheek with my free one. Nolan clings to me while Maison leans the weight of his head—the weight of his world—into my palm. “I said you’re mine—the both of you—and that I’m yours. But you were upset. You were spiraling. I tasted whiskey on you. Still do, a little bit. I shouldn’t have even pushed as far as I had, but I weighed the possibility of stepping over a line with the possibility of you breaking apart and I did what felt right. Now, though? Now, I need the two of you to tell me what you actually want, with panic and fear set aside.”

Nolan looks at Maison. He doesn’t look back, his eyes on me, bright blue and laser-focused. “We want you. We want this—us—the three of us. Not just sex or scenes. We want to change limits, yeah, to broaden things, but that’s because we want to be…”

He looks over at Nolan now, shaking his head a little. Nolan nods and picks up where he left off. “We want to be yours. We want you to be ours. In all the ways.”

“In every fucking way,” Maison adds. “All cards on the table, right?”

I exhale, long and slow, heart in my throat, and nod. “All cards on the table.”

“We’re in love with you,” Maison says. His eyes are set on me, his gaze not wavering. “We love you, Hunter.”

Don’t cry.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

My voice is tight and a little wet when I croak, “Oh, thank god.”

It’s Nolan who kisses me first this time, leaving his boyfriend behind to come crawl onto my lap, straddling me and pressing his lips to mine. I wrap an arm around his waist, holding him close, tangling the fingers of my free hand through his hair to keep him in place. He shivers when I press my mouth harder against his, tongue pushing at the seam of his lips. He opens like a good boy, letting me take and take from him. I stroke my tongue against his, map out the edges of his teeth, nip a little at his bottom lip until he’s whimpering and hard against my stomach. I pull away, tightening my grip on his hair when he tries chasing me. He pants in my ear as I look past him at Maison. He seems to be holding his breath, his eyes heavy-lidded.

“One more,” I tell him, letting dominance trickle into my voice. I keep Nolan where he is, hand still in his hair, and unwrap my arm from his waist to reach for Maison. “Come here.”

He gives me his hand, coming easily without an ounce of doubt or fear. I guide him to sit beside me, turning both myself and Nolan halfway toward him. I use my grip in Nolan’s hair to press his cheek against my collarbone, his face tilted so he can see his boyfriend. I bring the hand Maison has in mine to where Nolan’s knee is hooked on my hip. He rests it there when I move my own hand away to wrap it around the back of his neck. He leans in at the touch, eyes already fluttering closed.

This time, his kiss is just as soft and hesitant as Nolan’s. It’s submissive. So, so beautifully submissive.

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