Page 4 of Yours
Chapter 2
Dare
They were so cute I wasn’t sure how I was going to choose between them. But as I looked back and forth at their almost identically startled expressions and obviously hard cocks, I wasn’t sure I would need to.
I still hadn’t managed to learn the first one’s name. He was surprisingly easy to stun into silence, so I turned to the second man who’d just walked up. Subtle wasn’t going to get me what I wanted with these two. “I was trying to talk to your friend, but I’m not sure if he’s shy or just not interested.”
The sexy, broad guy looked even bigger standing, but at first, the only thing that came out was a quietly mouthed “fuck” before he blinked and found his voice. “Um, shy?”
Was that a question or a statement?
I couldn’t decide, but when the shy, classically handsome one at the table just nodded, I couldn’t resist a smile. “I’m glad. I came over to talk to you and smiled at you, but you didn’t even ask me to sit down? I still don’t even know your name, handsome.”
He seemed sweet and looked even bigger than the guy standing, but his wide eyes and half-panicked, half-excited expression took him beyond one-night-stand hot into something sweeter and longer lasting. He was going to be trouble. I just knew it.
“Sit?” Now I had the first one asking questions instead of giving responses. They were so cute.
Deciding that giving them questions and choices wasn’t going to work, I straightened and nodded. “I wanted to sit down and talk to you guys. You’ve been chatting about me and checking me out for over an hour. So I had to come over and let you know I was bi.”
The quiet one finally found his voice. “Should we apologize?”
He was so fuckin’ cute. “No, but you can tell me your name and ask me to sit down. I’m Dare.”
“Scott.” Then he glanced over at his sexy friend with a pleading look on his face before focusing back on me. “Would you like to sit down?”
When had manners become sexy?
“I’d love to.” I couldn’t help but wonder if those same manners would extend into the bedroom. I had a flash of the shy man smiling at me and asking me if he could please give me a kiss. For such a sweet fantasy, it was surprisingly hot.
The slightly more articulate one who’d just walked up with his beer seemed lost. He was looking at me like I was the cookie he desperately wanted—but was going to give to his friend anyway.
So. Fucking. Cute.
There was no jealousy flooding from either one. So I took a chance. Shrugging, I pointed to the two chairs. “Well, there’s two of you and two chairs, so I guess I’m going to have to share with someone. That’s okay with you, sexy, isn’t it? I’m sure you share very well.”
The still-nameless guy standing got it quicker than shy Scott. Nameless guy’s eyes widened, and he froze before giving Scott a questioning look. Poor Scott just looked between both of us before he finally connected the dots. Evidently, they’d never shared before.
Exciting opportunity or freaky and too much?
It was hard to decide what was going through their minds. As I’d watched them from across the room, it’d been easy to see they weren’t like the other alpha assholes wandering around the club. They didn’t send over drinks I didn’t want or walk by and grab my ass like I was some kind of fruit they were feeling up at the grocery store. They just quietly watched from across the room, debating my sexuality and talking themselves out of coming over.
It was so cute.
Neither of them said no, but it was clear they had no idea what to do. I couldn’t have been the first guy to proposition them. There was also no way I’d been the first guy to at least hint at a threesome. Right?
Thinking back, I wasn’t sure I’d seen anyone other than me approach them all night. If someone else hadn’t been able to tell what they were talking about, they probably would’ve looked like a quiet couple who was just spending the evening alone. They hadn’t even had any friends stop by, and aside from the occasional smile, they hadn’t flirted with anyone else.
Since it was clear neither of them knew what to do, I took charge. A lack of denial wasn’t an agreement, but nothing in their body language and expressions said they were opposed to the idea, so I jumped in. “All right, sexy, come sit down next to my shy friend Scott here. I can’t pick a lap until you’re both sitting down, can I?”
They both shook their heads slowly like puppies in an online video. The nameless one seemed to like instructions, though, because he nodded again and moved to sit down. I wasn’t sure what god I’d inadvertently pleased or offered a sacrifice to in order to get such sexy big submissives to land in my lap, but I sent up a quick thanks to the universe anyway.
Variety was the spice of life, but my obsession was big, good-looking guys who seemed like they should be alphas in everything but really loved it best when someone else took charge. They were like these elusive creatures that were perfect when you found them, but their natural habitat was to blend into the background or just stay home, so they were almost impossible to find in public.
When the sexy guy with the beer finally moved around the table to sit down, he seemed to realize he’d never said his name. Giving me a slightly confused smile, he sat stiffly in the chair. “My name is Ryan.”
Shy Scott looked as if he might have a heart attack, so as I slowly walked around the table, giving both of them a chance to change their minds, I sat down on Ryan’s lap but stretched my legs out so they rested on Scott’s. I didn’t want either of them to think I was picking one over the other, or for there to be any confusion about my intentions.
It was too loud in the room for me to hear the little moan that I knew escaped Ryan, but the way his chest vibrated gave it away. Scott’s arms slowly moved to rest on my legs and Ryan’s carefully wrapped around me. It was like I was a fragile piece of china they weren’t sure they had permission to touch and neither wanted to break.
