Page 55 of The Grumpy Vet
Dario gets up first and helps Ryde to his feet. He's a little unsteady, his face still flushed, his cheeks streaked with tears from the brutal face fucking he just copped from me. With his gaze flitting between me and what he's doing, Dario slowly starts to strip Ryde off. First his shirt. Then his shorts. Then underwear, socks, and shoes until he's standing completely naked, his lean, toned body glorious as the heat of the sun beats down on us.
Ryde seems to have snapped out of whatever trance he was in, and with a seductive lick of his lips, he turns his focus to returning the favour. He reaches for the hem of Dario's shirt, and Dario's hand reaches out to stop him.
Clasping his forearm, he stares straight into Ryde's eyes. Ryde meets his gaze and smiles warmly. "It's okay. I won't take your shirt off if you don't want me to. But, for the record, you look hot."
Ryde is one hundred percent correct. Dario does look hot, and not because he's lost weight and toned up, but because he's just sexy as fuck, with or without a bit of a belly. I want to say that to him, but I also don't want to inadvertently put any pressure on him. It's his choice whether the shirt stays on or not, like it has been every time since our blowjob in the shower. It's always his call.
He offers a faint nod. "You can take it off," he says quietly to Ryde.
Ryde's smile grows, but he moves slowly, almost as if he's silently giving Dario a chance to change his mind. But he doesn't, saying nothing as Ryde peels his clothes off his delectable body one item at a time until he's standing naked in front of me, too.
Being a few years older than Ryde, Dario's frame is a bit more solid, more filled out. He's got a slight smattering of dark hairs over his pecs, whereas Ryde is completely smooth.
"So," Ryde asks, hooking his arm around Dario's neck and turning to face me. "What would you like to do with us now?"
The answer launches out of my mouth like a bullet train. "I want to fuck you both."
Dario
"I want to fuck you both."
Linus's words snake around my body, leaving a trail of cold sweat pimpling on my skin, despite it being another scorching hot day in the outback.
I can't bear to look at either Linus or Ryde, so I stare down at my feet on a patch of grass surrounded by red dirt. "I… I don't know about that, Linus." I've had guys mistake my outward confidence as a sign that I'm an easy fuck before. Nothing could be further from the truth. I've slept with a grand total of four guys, all in relationships, all monogamous, all when I've been secure in my feelings. "I've never had casual sex before," I add by way of explanation.
A moment passes, and then two hiking boots come into view. A warm finger lands under my chin, and Linus gently tilts my head up until my eyes find his dark eyes staring back at me intently.
"I will never pressure you to do anything you're not ready for, but I just need to say one thing." He takes a breath, and I canfeelthe affection pouring off him. "This isn't casual. At least not for me. I'm falling for you both. Hard." He briefly looks away to Ryde, motioning for him to step in closer.
My bestie's hand slides around my waist. "This isn't casual for me, either. I have very strong feelings…for both of you."
I chance a glimpse at Ryde. His eyes are filled with affection like Linus's. "Really?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Really," Ryde assures me, rubbing his other hand in small circles over my pecs. "I'm falling in love with you, Dario. More and more each day, just as I'm falling more and more in love with Linus. It's this never-ending loop, and it's the best fucking thing in the world."
So many emotions erupt inside of me. Relief. Joy. Excitement. Hope.
I look between them both, and the one emotion that rises to the top in this moment is safety. I feel so safe with them both. Whether it's them telling me my body is fine—hot, I believe is the word they used—or just knowing that they'll never betray me or lie to me or steal from me. These guys aren't just a new beginning, they're also the end of years of mistakes and heartbreak and bad decisions.
"I'm ready," I say with a definitive nod. "I want to do this."
"Are you sure?" Linus's calloused palm cups my jaw. "We can wait. There's no rush."
As soon as the words are out, his eyes darken. We all know that's not true. My time in Scuttlebutt is coming to an end in a few short weeks.
But fuck thinking about that now.
"I'm sure."
A blistering silence ensues as our gazes flick between us. Ryde breaks it by saying, "We've, uh, never spoken about who does what. You know, tops and bottoms, and all that."
"I'm a top," Linus tells us. "Exclusively."
"I'm a bottom," Ryde says, his cheeks turning rosy. "Exclusively."
They both turn their attention to me. I grin. "I'm vers. Exclusively."
"I brought supplies, including condoms," Linus says, clearing his throat.
