Page 75 of For Your Heart
Jesus, what’s wrong with me?
When I blink back into focus, Damon’s looking at me and for just a second, I’m the only one he sees. I can tell by the intense way he’s studying my face. “Do you have a hard limit here?” he asks quietly.
I swallow and shake my head.
“How do you feel about a… weird foursome?”
I laugh nervously and shrug. “I don’t know,” I admit, breathlessly. He smiles at that, his eyes dropping to my lips. “I—” Biting my lip for a second as I try to decide what I want to say. I have no idea what I want to say. “I’m okay with a sleepover tonight.”
The way his eyes flare with hunger makes me take a sharp breath. My dick likes that look. The cage is unforgiving.
“You’re good with sex in bed with two other men?”
“I’m completely, totally gay,” I say, grinning foolishly. “I’m definitely okay with men in my bed.”
I hear the others chuckle.
“How do you feel about touching?” he asks. His finger traces my jaw, making my entire body shiver. “Declan touching you. Zarek touching us. Touching you.”
Another shiver races through me. What I’ve always wanted is to be loved. I wanted to be a part of something bigger. To be surrounded by people who are mine. My community. My family—different from the shit I grew up with. Deeper. More intimate. My heart stutters.
“I don’t care about touch,” I whisper. “I mean, who touches who. But for now, can I ask for only your dick in me?”
“My sweet Najee,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine. “That might never change. Your ass is mine.”
I shiver and I like the way I feel owned in those words.
“Then I’m totally down with an orgy.”
Declan snorts. “Not an orgy if the dicks stay in one lane, sweetheart,” he says. I can hear the teasing in his voice. It sounds just like Damon’s. At least I’ll be able to recognize when he’s teasing. “But yeah, this is a good start. If you’re in?”
I look their way to see that Declan is looking at Zarek. His face is scrunched and for a minute, I get concerned that he won’t want to do this. Does it hurt already? Just meeting these men and his denial of wanting to do this already stings like I was just slapped.
Rejection. Am I feeling rejection?
But then he shifts in his seat and grimaces, throwing a glare at Declan. “I’m going to make you wear one of these and try to sit through a conversation about sex,” he hisses. It’s at that moment that the waitress returns and freezes, staring between Zarek and Declan, her face heating.
“He’s wearing a—” Declan begins before Zarek slaps a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t you fucking dare or I swear, you’re going to get a spanking this time,” he growls.
I also recognize the hunger that flares into Declan’s face, since I’ve seen it many times on Damon’s. I squirm uncomfortably as blood continues to flow south.
“We both know that’s not going to happen, Ehsan. You love falling apart for me. You love when I leave your body covered in my marks,” Declan says.
“Jesus,” I whisper, shivering. Because, hot fuck, I want to see that!
Damon chuckles and wraps an arm around my waist, kissing my neck as the waitress walks away, having deposited our meals. Poor girl was flaming red.
Twenty-Four
DAMON
I’m not goingto lie. I’m flying high over this development in my relationship with Sage. The expansion to include Declan and Zarek is just… so good. It fits so right. I’ve not stopped thinking about it.
The first sleepover after our date, we stayed up most of the night fucking. Dicks didn’t cross to partners where they didn’t belong. Declan kept Zarek’s ass, and I kept Sage’s. But hands were everywhere.
This was entirely different from anything we’ve ever done before, me and my brother. It was another kind of maddening arousal that was so fucking intoxicating. Addicting. We pressed our men against each other constantly, their backs together. Their fronts together. A front and a back.
