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"No," he said after a moment's consideration. "It felt right. Us, the three of us. Fucking impossible, but right. Me belonging to both of you, you belonging to both of us.”
I cuddled close to him, threading my fingers through his, wishing I could tell him it wasn’t impossible. But how could it work, really?
Chapter 9
Julian
Morning light spilled through our bedroom windows, painting Caleb's blond hair golden where it splayed across my chest. Seeing him again, even for a quick trip, had been more than either of us had imagined, and I would do anything in my power to keep it happening. I breathed him in, that familiar woodsy scent now mingled with my own soap, my sheets, my wife's perfume where she curled against his other side. My fingers traced idle patterns on his shoulder, still not quite believing he was solid beneath my touch. Mine to explore. What would it take to make him ours to keep?
An irrational rush of fear made me wonder if he’d just disappear from my life again, the way he had after college, but I pushed that down, forced myself to enjoy the moment.
Caleb stirred, those green eyes blinking open to meet mine with lazy contentment. "Watching me sleep?" he murmured, voicerough in a way that sent heat pooling in my belly. "Bit creepy, mate."
"Can't help it," I admitted, trailing my fingers up his neck to cup his jaw. "I've spent three weeks with nothing but a fucking screen. Need to make sure you're actually here."
He leaned into my touch, morning stubble rough against my palm. Across his chest, Nisha made a small sound of protest at our voices disturbing her sleep, but didn't open her eyes. We’d picked him up at the airport late at night and we’d fucked him desperately — Nisha riding his cock as I thrust into his eager mouth. But now, in the soft light of morning, the other fantasy we’d discussed was haunting me.
Caleb grabbed my hand, turning it to press his lips against my wrist. "I must admit, I'm not handling this long-distance arrangement well."
"No?" I raised an eyebrow, enjoying the weight of him against me, the solid press of his thigh between mine.
"God no," he said with feeling. "Do you know how torturous it is to watch you two fuck through a screen and not be able to touch? To smell? To taste?" His hand slid beneath the covers, finding my morning erection with unerring accuracy. "My right hand's gotten very strong though."
I laughed, the sound transitioning to a groan as he squeezed me through my boxers. "Poor baby. So neglected."
"Fucking deprived," he agreed, sliding his leg more firmly against mine. "Thought about this—about you and Nisha—every night."
Before I could find words to respond, Nisha cracked one eye open. "Some of us are trying to sleep," she complained, though the curve of her lips belied her irritation.
"Liar," Caleb teased. "You've been awake and eavesdropping for at least five minutes."
She grinned, all pretense abandoned as she stretched like a cat between us. "Can you blame me? The sound of my men dancing around how much they want to fuck each other is better than any alarm clock."
My men.The casual possessiveness in her tone did things to me, awakened something primal and needy. I reached for her, my free hand sliding beneath her sleep shirt to find the warm skin of her waist.
"Your men, huh?" I pulled her closer until she was half-sprawled across Caleb's chest, her face inches from mine. "Better than coffee?"
"Much better," she agreed, leaning in to kiss me—soft and sweet and familiar. When she pulled back, her eyes had that mischievous gleam that always meant trouble. "Though not as good as watching you take his cock for the first time."
My cock jerked, heat flooding my face. It wasn't like we hadn't discussed this, hadn't spent hours on video calls outlining every filthy thing we wanted to try once we were reunited. But hearing it stated so bluntly made it all too real.
Caleb's breath hitched, his hand stilling on my cock. "Julian?" His voice was careful, controlled. "Is that something you still want?"
I swallowed hard, arousal warring with nerves. "Yes," I managed, surprised by the steadiness of my own voice. "Fuck yes."
Nisha's smile turned wicked. She rolled away from us, reaching into the nightstand drawer to produce a bottle of lube that was a little intimidating in size. "I came prepared," she announced, tossing it onto the bed between us.
Caleb caught it with his free hand, examining the label with raised eyebrows. "Industrial size? Ambitious."
"Call it optimism." Nisha settled onto her side, propped on one elbow, watching us with hungry eyes. "Julian has something to tell you, don't you, babe?"
The flush that had started in my cheeks traveled down my neck, spreading across my chest. I'd never felt more exposed, more vulnerable than in that moment—and we were all in sleep clothes.
"I, uh..." I swallowed again, mouth dry. "I prepped. Nish got all the supplies, and this morning…"
Caleb's pupils dilated, his breath catching. "You did what now?"
"I wanted to be ready." The words tumbled out in a nervous rush. "In case... in case you wanted to."
