Page 35 of Two Canes, One Cup
All I can focus on is her deft strokes, the confidence with which she blazes stars and wreathes in spaces around the blank canvas.
After a moment she stops, fixing me with her blue eyes. “Do you want me to draw you something to color too?” Under the table, her palm lands on my knee to squeeze it.
Without waiting for my answer, she fires off another candy, nearly identical to Reece’s. “There, two big canes for my two big men.”
Her giggle turns into a snort as she then sketches out a cup of hot cocoa.
But then she falls quiet, propping her elbow on the oak to stare at me.
Something has changed in her mood.
“Dean? Remember what we were talking about this morning?” she asks quietly, nibbling again on that pouty lower lip.
“Quite clearly,” I reply, finding myself getting hard just thinking about it.
Reece pauses, watching us closely. Curiosity raises his brows.
“What if—” She pauses, a pink flush working into her cheeks. “—I want both of them—” She glances down, tracing her nail around the rim of her two dimensional mug. “—in my ‘cup’ at the same time?”
Reece swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, then clears his throat. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I’m frozen, waiting for her to clarify.
Her nervous smile turns between us. “I mean, itisChristmas. Why shouldn’t we all get a presentat the same time?”
His groan shakes the table. “Fuck, I’m game.” He throws up his hands and starts to unbutton his shirt.
“Let me shower first,” she giggles, turning to me. “Dean? Are you okay with this?”
When we’re alone, I can live in the delusion that she’s mine and mine alone.
After this, there will always be a new thread, a shared image of her with someone else besides me.
But it’s Reece.
He’s ever-present in my life anyways. How will this be a change?
Why does the idea of watching him fuck her turn me on, especially when I want her to be mine?
“I’m looking forward to it,” I say quietly.
Truthfully.
She jumps up, skidding her chair across the floor, then bends to give Reece a deep kiss.
His palm works up her side, pulling her closer.
Fuck, it makes my cock ache watching them lose focus onto each other.
When she pulls away, she leans in to me next.
At first, I almost want to shy away. But when I taste his coffee on her lips, it forces a low groan out of me.
What the hell is happening?
She whisks out of the room, disappearing into the bathroom, leaving us to stare wide-eyed at each other.
“Have you ever—” Reece starts.
