Page 22 of The Grumpy Vet
With Linus.
I lock eyes with him. God, I want him so much. This is a gift. Dario's given me a gift. The question is, will Linus go along with it?
He meets my stare for what feels like an eternity when in reality, it's probably only a few seconds. My pulse is thrumming in my ears as I wait for him to give a sign, any sign, of which way he'll go.
Finally, with his eyes pinning me in place, he produces one firm nod. "Deal," he says in that deep voice of his. "Ifyou're good with it?"
He's kidding, right? Of course I'm good with it. "I'm good with it," I reply with all the casualness I can muster, which is probably none.
"Great. You might need to make your way up to him," he tells me, indicating with his finger for me to move up closer to Linus's face.
See? I do still need him here.
I lower myself onto the floor and lie down beside Linus. I rub one hand across his chest and, Jesus, it's as solid as I knew it would be. Linus may have been skipping workouts lately, but the man still possesses the kind of hard muscled body guys half his age would kill for.
He rolls over onto his side and traces his fingers softly down my face. "Hey," he breathes, his voice deep and husky.
"Hey," I breathe back.
He opens his mouth, and I freeze in panic, convinced he's about to shut this down. That he's had a moment to process everything, and now that he has, he'll explain in a calm, logical, clinical tone why this is a bad idea.
But he doesn't.
He curls his hand around the back of my neck and draws me into him. The first thought I have when our lips touch is that his are slightly firmer than Dario's. That's not a good thing or a bad thing. Just different.
Linus is also a bit less hesitant than Dario. With Dario, it felt like he was waiting for me to take the lead, whereas Linus has no problem running his tongue along the seam of my mouth, and holy mother of pearl, this feels good.
Okay, no more thinking about Dario. My sole focus is on kissing Linus.
I'm.
Kissing.
Linus!
My lips part on a sigh, and with his hand still holding me in place, his tongue slips into my mouth. It's not some wild invasion, it's more measured than that, which is to be expected from Linus. He's always in control. I smile, loving that I know that about him.
As our tongues get acquainted, another hand slides up Linus's torso. Dario's. Without breaking the kiss, I gently tug him down by the arm so that he's lying on the other side of Linus.
I don't know why I say what I say next. I sure as hell don't want to stop kissing Linus, that's for sure, but the words just fall out of me, almost automatically. "Now kiss Dario."
"You sure?" Linus asks, his dark-hazel eyes probing me.
"I am. It'd be hot," I say because it would be. I have no idea where any of this is coming from. I've always been a one-guy kinda guy. I've never watched a threesome porno in my life. Why do I suddenly want to see my best friend and my boss kissing? And why is my cock throbbing so hard in my pants that it physically aches?
No. Freaking. Idea.
Linus pivots towards Dario with measured care, keeping his leg steady to avoid another flare of pain. "Are you okay with this?" he asks Dario.
Dario lifts himself onto his elbow and looks at me. "Areyouokay with this?" he asks me.
There's confusion in his eyes, but it's paired with something else. I have no idea what that something else is, but I nod and reply with, "Yeah. I really am."
Then I wait, curious to see what he does next.
He studies me for a few more seconds, like he's checking for any non-verbal clues that might suggest I'm not okay with it. I get it. He's my best friend, my closest confidant. I've told him everything about my crush on Linus for close to two years, even the embarrassing streak of wet dreams I had when I first moved out here. He's probably wondering why, after years of pining for Linus, I now want to see the two of them make out.
He's not the only one. This is the wildest thing that's ever happened to me in my life. It struck right out of the blue, and yet, something about it feels so right. So natural. So…sexy.
