What He Left Behind(76)

Ian reaches for Michael’s face, but hesitates. His hand hovers there, just inches away, before finally settling against Michael’s cheek. Michael closes his eyes and presses against Ian’s hand, clasping his own over the top of it.

Then Ian lifts Michael’s chin, draws him in and kisses him.

And now I get why so many fairy tales use a kiss to break enchantments. The second those two make contact, it’s like a spell is broken. The standoff is over. The uncertainty is gone. Michael is here, and Ian is here, and nobody’s going anywhere.

Well, sort of.

I slide my hand higher up Michael’s leg. “You know, we do have some furniture that’s more comfortable than this couch.”

Michael laughs and turns to me. “Is that your not so subtle hint that we should all go upstairs and f*ck?”

“Is that a not so subtle yes?”

“You’re damn right it is.”





Chapter Twenty-Six


None of us waste any time carefully undressing each other. As soon as we’re in the bedroom, the clothes are off, and it’s on.

And what a f*cking relief, just being naked in our bed with both Ian and Michael. I can’t stop touching either of them. Even when I’m kissing one, my hands are all over the other, and there’s hands all over me too. How did any of us think for a second that this wasn’t the perfect arrangement? The way things belong?

Better late than never, I suppose.

“It hasn’t been that long,” Ian breathes in between kissing Michael’s neck. “But God, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you both.” Michael slides his hand into Ian’s hair and pulls his head back. “Come here, you.” He kisses Ian, and holy shit. Any worries I have left about this being a compromise, about either of them taking one for the team just for the sake of peace, evaporate in the heat of that kiss.

And then Michael drops to his knees, steadies Ian’s cock in both hands and closes his lips around the head. Effortlessly, without reservation, he sucks Ian’s cock.

My jaw drops. My God. He really can handle this. The demons are still there, I have no doubt, but he’s made it over this wall, and not just with me.

Ian glances at me, and he grins. He reaches for me, and when I step closer, he draws me in for a kiss. Before our lips meet, though, he pauses, and he smiles.

We are okay, aren’t we? All three of us.

Then he starts to lean back in but stops again, closing his eyes and exhaling hard. “Whoa.”

I glance down and have to do a double take. Michael, who had to fight hard to even think about oral sex at all, is eagerly deep-throating Ian. His eyes flick up to meet mine, and he stops what he’s doing just long enough to flash me a grin. Then he slowly swallows my husband’s cock as if he never had a reason not to. And before I can even process that mouthwatering sight, he turns and does the same to me—lips tight around my cock, slowly taking it until I’m sure I’m pushing his gag reflex.

“Oh my God, Michael. You’re—”

Ian grabs the back of my neck and drags me into a kiss that’s as breathless and passionate as the one he shared with Michael a moment ago. I hold on to him because I’m lucky I’m still standing now.

At our feet, stroking us each with one hand, Michael alternates between sucking my cock and Ian’s. He teases Ian right to the edge, getting his breath to catch and making his knees shake, and then he switches to me and works nothing short of magic with his lips and tongue, swirling and fluttering and licking until I’m cursing into Ian’s kiss. Jesus Christ—sex just does not get any better than this.

Michael releases me, and I break the kiss and look down as he sits back on his heels. “We should really take this to your bed. Before your carpet chews up my knees.”

Ian laughs and offers Michael his arm. “That the only reason you want to get in bed?”

“Of course it is.” Michael clasps his hand around Ian’s forearm and gets up, wincing slightly as he straightens the knee he injured years ago. “But it’s as good an excuse as any, right?”

“You’re damn right it is.” Ian drags Michael into a kiss. Michael gasps, but he’s gripping Ian’s shoulders and kissing him back. They stumble toward the bed while I watch, getting more and more turned on with every breath they steal from each other.

When they reach the bed, Ian shoves Michael back and pins him to the mattress, and panic shoots through me for a split second before I realize Michael’s still returning Ian’s kiss with as much—if not more—fervor. He’s unafraid, and he’s unrelenting, and when he wrestles one arm free, he throws it around Ian’s neck and drags him down to him. He hooks his leg around Ian’s, and Ian groans and shivers as Michael pulls their bodies closer together.

My mouth waters as I watch them. Ian’s this rough with me all the time, and he must’ve gotten caught up in the moment and thought Michael wanted the same, and apparently he’s right.

As I lie down beside them, they finally come up for air.

“You guys are…” Michael gasps for breath. “Jesus f*ck.”

“Tell us what you want,” I whisper.

He shakes his head. “No. It’s…” He pauses, taking a few more breaths. “It’s been about me since day one. And none of us would…” More breaths. “None of us would be here if it hadn’t been for you.” He licks his lips. “Tell me what you want.”