Page 92 of Edge of Darkness

Hadn’t one of them said there was a communal pool? Since he was living here temporarily, maybe he could use it. Hopefully, there was a weight room or something too. He also liked to run, although he hadn’t had time to do it lately. Surely there was a trail around here he could use.

Dinner was much more relaxed than it had been the night before. It was becoming pretty obvious that Hudson had an extremely dry sense of humor and a sarcastic wit.

There were definite flashes of Hudson’s age during the conversation. Sometimes he used words that were no longer trendy, and the way he dressed was definitely more… conservative. Still, he gave off a vibe that said he was dangerous, even if he was dressed in shorts.

Connie was more upbeat and easygoing. His style was trendier, and he had that boy next door vibe, but Kit wasn’t fooled. The power that surrounded Connie might not slap someone in the face like Hudson’s did, but it was there. Lurking.

What was that old saying? Better watch out for the quiet ones? That’s how Connie came across—a quiet power waiting to strike.

Neither Hudson nor Connie were what Kit would call beefcakes—meaning they were not muscle-bound gym bunnies. Not that there was anything wrong with that. There wasn’t. He’d fucked his fair share who fell in that category, that was for sure.

Both dragons were about six foot, but they didn’t tower over Kit, and they were muscular without being overly so. Definitely masculine and powerful.

Each was sexy in his own way. Kit loved Hudson’s long auburn hair. He wanted to feel it brush across his naked body. Connie’s short reddish-gold hair made Kit want to sink his hands into it and mess it up… just because.

Briefly, Kit wondered what they thought about howhedressed. His clothes were definitely hip but also femme. And, well, old. Some of his outfits he’d picked up from vintage resell shops.

Vintage. The thought tickled him immensely. Hudson and Connie were vintage. Still, though. Kit was by no means masculine. If anything, he had a femme, androgynous look. He’d had more than one straight guy think he was a woman from the back.

Kit liked soft, pretty things as much as he liked leather, and his clothes reflected that. So did his underclothes. There had even been a guy or two who’d walked away from a relationship once he saw what Kit wore under his clothes.

It had hurt at the time, but Kit decided some people just couldn’t handle his fabulousness. And his lace. Hopefully Hudson and Connie didn’t lose interest when they saw just how much Kit did indeed like soft, sexy things. People could get freaked out over the damnedest thing.

And honestly, Kit could get used to how Hudson and Connie treated him, because seriously? Kit couldn’t remember the last time somebody went to such lengths to meet his every need.

The last two nights, one of them had made sure he had something to drink. The other one had held his chair out for him. Plus, they were always touching him, but not in a creepy way. A hand to the shoulder or a palm on his lower back was nice. Very nice.

Kit felt cared for.

Which was really, really dangerous because he could get used to such treatment, and they were already in a relationship. They probably only wanted to play with him, and he was up for that.

That didn’t mean they wanted something long-term. Kit didn’t know if he did, either. His life was kind of a mess right then.

After dessert was finished, they retired to the living area, each with a glass of something to drink.

Deciding to take the bull by the horns—or was it the dragon in this case?—Kit jumped right into it. “You guys have been flirting hot and heavy with me since I got here. I need to know exactly what you want.”

“I see we’re getting right to it,” Hudson said, setting his after-dinner drink down.

“Yup. I don’t believe in beating around the bush. Are you interested in me or is this some sort of game?”

“Whoa. Whoa. This is no game, I promise you that,” Connie said.

Hudson nodded. “We don’t do things like that.”

“That’s good to hear.” Kit swirled his wine in his glass before taking a sip. “So?”

“We’re interested in you,” Hudson said.

“Both of you,” Kit clarified.

“Yes,” Connie said. “Both of us.”

“Okay. That brings me to my next question then. Are you two in a relationship?” Kit asked.

“Yes, we are,” Hudson answered.

“I thought so. So, does that mean you guys are in an open relationship?” Kit asked.

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