Page 212 of Piece Us Together

“Alright, now, being kissed?” Hunter asks, putting a hand out. “Or being kissed?” The second holds much more emphasis.

Nolan sighs, losing the excitement a little. “Just being kissed. It wasn’t a makeout session or anything. They were already pulling away from each other when I came around the corner, but it was obvious. Plus, they froze when they saw me. And then he dragged me away and told me to shut up and he didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Told you?” I ask, my voice going a little high in my shock.Way to bury the fucking lead.

Except Nolan shakes his head quickly. “No, sorry, signed. He told me by signing. Matt definitely didn’t talk tonight. Just kissing.”

“Can I ask…” Hunter puts his hand up like a student in class. It’s absolutely fucking adorable and makes me feel a little bit like I’m melting. “Sorry, not to ruin the fun gossip or anything, and feel free to tell me it’s not my business or it’s up to Matt to share with me, but why doesn’t he talk? Is it physical or…?”

I glance at Nolan, figuring it’s more his thing than mine. Except he’s looking back at me like it’s up to me to decide.

“It’s not physical,” I say. But then I pause, remembering the nut allergy I didn’t know about and the incident that was never reported. Nolan was the one to tell me those things our first day in the safehouse. “Well, as far as I know, it’s not physical. I don’t know if anyone really understands what happened.”

“He could, before,” Nolan adds. He seems to hesitate before crawling back between us and burrowing down as much as he can with everyone still sitting. “Something happened, about a year ago. I don’t know what exactly. I don’t - he just stopped. I begged him for days to talk and he’d just…”

“I’m sorry,” Hunter says after a minute or so has passed without him finishing. “I didn’t want to ruin the mood.”

“It’s okay. It’s - I mean, it’s sad, but it’s also not because he was there tonight, you know? He survived. We all did. And now he’s being kissed in hallways.”

“And here you are, not one, but two guys ridiculously in love with you,” I add, poking at his side to make him giggle.

“Ridiculously,” Hunter agrees.

“Well good because I’m ridiculously in love with you both too.”

“My boys,” Hunter says in a breathy, overly pleased sort of way. He rests his chin on Nolan’s head and looks over at me with a grin. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

It feels like the perfect moment to do something we’ve been talking about for a few days now. Something we wanted to wait to do until it felt right. This -us- feels so impossibly right as we sit here by the fire, the flames setting a background to yet another milestone in our love story, the gold-filled plate from Travis on the mantel above.

I meet Hunter’s eyes and say, “Nol, we have something we want to show you.”

Hunter’s face shifts into the brightest of grins.

Epilogue

Nolan

“Nol, we’ve got something to show you.” It’s out of nowhere, Maison’s voice low and serious. I turn to look at him, careful not to get tangled in the blanket we’re sharing. There’s a secret in Maison’s smile. “Something to give you, actually.”

“I thought we were doing presents in the morning?” I ask, looking from him to Hunter.

“It’s not a Christmas present, darling.” Hunter looks almost giddy, which is slightly concerning. He’s not really the type to get giddy. Pleased, yes. Happy, often. Turned on, all the damn time. But giddy?“Strip down for us and take your cushion into the guest room. Kneel at the foot of the bed, like you used to.”

I hesitate for just a moment but shake it off quickly. It’s silly. More because I’m surprised than anything else. Mostly I’m confused why I’d be going to the guest room when we don’t really play in there anymore. Or, better yet, why I can’t get my present while dressed.Is it a dirty present?

It’s not my place to question Hunter, though. Which is fucking lovely. That’s probably why I can feel myself smiling like an idiotthe whole time I strip out of my clothes, fold them, and place them on the coffee table. My smile only grows when I feel both sets of eyes on me as I walk away.

I amsogetting fucked tonight. I have no idea what the thing they got me is, but I know that much at least. My men are hungry and I’m fucking here for it.

Of course, Hunter is a sadist and Maison is pure mischief, especially when Hunter encourages it, so they make me wait. They make me wait a long time, until my initial anticipation has settled into something softer. I sink into that softness, in that safe space of submission, and wait as long as they want me to.

I notice sir first. A distant part of my mind pings at that - me thinking of him as sir instead of Hunter. It’s the first time, I think. The first time he really took that role inside my mind in such a concrete way. I can’t cling to the thought though. Not when sir is running his long fingers through my hair and murmuring, “Such a good boy, waiting for us.”

I feel someone - Maison, Maison, that must be Maison - kissing along my shoulder and up the side of my neck.

I sigh. They both laugh, soft and warm. Sir rubs the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. I open for him, suckling when he presses it to my thumb.

“Come back, darling. We’re not ready for that quite yet.”

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