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Again, I nodded.
“I’m missin’ her in the same way.”
My eyes widened.
“Can you imagine kissin’ her?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. “And her kissing you.”
“Can you imagine doin’ other things with her?” he asked, studying my face so he saw my blush.
“Naked things?” I managed to get out.
“Yeah, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” I admitted. “But this isn’t cheating. I’d never. I want all of us to do these things together. No one gets left out, and that’s only if we believe something could grow between the three of us. But it’s not cheating. I wouldn’t.”
He cupped my cheeks and pulled me close. “I know it ain’t cheatin’, sweetheart. I know you nor I would do that to each other. And if somethin’ does happen between the three of us, it doesn’t mean I don’t love you any different. You’re stuck with me for the rest of our lives. Nothin’ will change between us.”
I sagged against him, the tension draining from my body.
He hugged me tightly. “You were stressin’ about tellin’ me this?”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
“We ain’t your parents, sweetheart. We know our love is strong and will last for-fuckin’-ever, but it’ll just include another.”
When Kayson and I had been in bed the other night, I’d told him about my parents and what Tech and I had gone through with them and then later on the streets. He’d held me through it all and promised that my life would just get better.
With my cheek to his chest, I played with the edge of his cut. “You have feelings for Rommy?”
“Seeing the way she supported you and spendin’ time with her, it was hard not to have somethin’ grow. That’s why we’re talkin’ about this now, right? You want us to try and be a throuple? The three of us datin’ and seein’ if it’ll lead to marriage and all the other stuff?”
Lifting myself up, I smiled softly. “I’d like exactly that. You?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. You and Rommy have my heart.”
My belly fluttered. Leaning against him, I asked, “Can you picture Rommy and I kissing?”
His hands gripped at my bare thighs. I was glad I wore shorts to feel them better. He cleared this throat. “Yeah.”
“Can you picture Rommy kissing you?”
He nodded.
Scraping my top teeth over my bottom lip, I toyed with the neck of his tee as I asked, “Can you picture me going down on Rommy?”
“Fuck,” he drew out. “Can you? Is it somethin’ you’d do?”
Smirking, I shrugged. “I’d like to try.”
“I’m sure she’d be up for you testin’ it out.”
Laughing, I nodded. “I think you’d be right.”
His hands clenched against my skin. “I can also picture you between her legs while I’m fuckin’ you from behind and watchin’ you and her drive each other wild.”
Moaning, I kissed his neck. “I want that.”
