“Bowen,” Aldis gasps, his cock swelling and starting to pulse against my tongue. I swallow and lick him, moans rumbling in my chest as my own orgasm punches through me. Hawthorne’s hand keeps moving over my shaft, stroking me through every pulsing wave of pleasure until we all fall back to our own spots, breathless and boneless.
As the lust haze starts to lift, one very important question plays on my mind.
What the fuck just happened?
Chapter Eight
Aldis
“I need to go home,” I whisper to a sleepy Bowen.
“No,” he moans, clutching the pillow closer to his body. “Stay.”
Fuck, I want to so bad, but after what happened last night, I think the last thing these two friends need is me hovering. “I’ve gotta work.” I kiss the top of his head. “You need to talk to Hawthorne.”
Bowen moans again. “Oh my god. What if he hates me now?”
“Babe.” I watch Bowen’s eyes flutter open. “He doesn’t hate you. Haven’t you ever noticed the way he looks at you? I think he’s been curious for a while.”
“Thorne?” He shakes his head. “He’s so straight.”
I lift an eyebrow in challenge to that statement.
“Um, okay. Maybe not so straight.”
“Right.” I brush his hair from his face. “Listen, Bow, I like you. I hope that’s obvious. I have no issue with what went down last night.”
His brow pinches.
“Meaning, it doesn’t have to be him or me. It can be us.”
“Thorne wouldn’t be down for anything like that. It was just a weird moment in time.”
He’s not ready. “Hey, go back to sleep. I’ll call you later.”
I start to scoot off the bed, but Bowen grabs my wrist, pulling me back.
“I like you too, Aldis. I hope you know that.”
“I do. Thanks for that.” I lean in to kiss him, hoping this won’t be the last time.
If Thorne wants a go at Bowen alone, I have a feeling I’d be kicked to the curb faster than I can do a pull-up. If both of them can see there’s room for all of us, I might stand a chance at holding on to Bowen.
Back at my place, I start a pot of coffee and settle in on the couch to catch up on emails. I have a shit ton to read through and respond to and enough work to keep me busy for weeks, but my brain is stuck on the handsome man I left in bed.
I’ve had some clues for a while that I might be open to polyamory, but last night made it clear that at least as far as Bowen is concerned, I’m more than willing to share. Watching him finally get what he wanted with Hawthorne was hotter than sin itself and lit me up inside at helping facilitate it. Yesterday, I was thinking of it as either-or, that I was going to straight-up lose my shot with Bowen in favor of his best friend. But I realize now that it doesn’t have to be that way.
The concern is what happens next. Is Hawthorne more open than he realizes? And if so, will he want a relationship with Bowen that leaves me out? Fuck. I need to talk to Bowen—to both of them, really—but they need to work out what happened first. I imagine Hawthorne might be a little fucked up over it. Fuck knows I was the first time I realized I was into dick.
For now, all I can do is wait to hear from Bowen and hope it’s an invitation for more and not the end.
* * *
HAWTHORNE
Morning comes way too soon, and with it, a crisis of epic proportions. I can’t bring myself to get up and go out there. Not until it makes sense in my head. I touched Bowen’s dick. Not only that, but he gave me the best head of my life. Walking out there and talking to him and Aldis like nothing happened is not something I can do. I’ll just stay in here until—
My thoughts are halted by a soft knock on my door.
“Thorne, it’s Bow. Can I come in?”
Exhaling slowly, I try to calm my rapidly beating heart. “Yeah.” When I see him, my stomach does a flip and my dick literally twitches on my thigh as if it remembers what his mouth feels like. Fuck.
“Hey.” He walks over slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “We probably need to talk.”
“Where’s Aldis?”
“He left a few hours ago. He thought we’d appreciate the time alone.”
“Oh. That was cool of him.”
“Yeah.”
We’re both silent for long enough that it becomes awkward. It’s never like this with us.
“Um, so, uh…”
Bowen turns his head to face me. “It’s okay, Thorne. It doesn’t have to be a thing. We can just move on.”
Move on? How do I…? “Bow. It’s not that simple. At least not for me.”
“Okay. Want to talk about it?”
Dragging a hand through my hair, I sit up, balancing my arms on my knees. I definitely notice the heat in Bowen’s eyes as he takes me in, and dammit, I’d be a lying douchebag to deny that I’m feeling something too.
“I need to be honest.”
Bowen nods, his expression shifting like he’s bracing to be punched.
“I’ve been feeling some things I can’t define right now.”
“Okay.”
“Things that don’t make sense. Last night, I wanted to do what we did. I mean, obviously, right? I wanted that.”
“Are you asking me?”
“No. Maybe?” I shake my head. “Bow, I’ve never done anything like that before. I thought I was one hundred percent straight.”
“Maybe it’s just this shit with Jess and, well, Aldis is very charismatic. You just got caught up in the moment.”
“Caught up in the moment? Dude. Come on. If Aldis worked his magic, would you suddenly decide to go down on a woman?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not sexually attracted to women.”
“Exactly, Bow. On some level, obviously, I’m attracted to men, and I never fucking knew that until last night.”
“I can’t imagine.”
“You really like Aldis, don’t you?”
He nods.
“Um, did you, uh…like what we did last night? The three of us?”
Bowen’s cheeks turn pink in a rare blush. “Duh.”
“In the light of day. Now. Are you happy it happened?”
“Yes.” It’s a whisper. “I told you it was a fantasy of mine. Being shared, ordered what to do, needing permission to come. I got a taste of it last night, and it was nice.”
Nice? Does he understand what he’s doing to me right now? Every part of me is calling out to move closer, touch him again, but then what?
“Did you?”
His question seems to wrap around my throat. Closing my eyes, I nod. “Yes.”
“So, um, you’d do it again then?”
This new question causes an avalanche of desire, confusion, and need that nearly knocks the wind out of me. The only answer I have is the only one that makes any sense.
“Yeah.”
Bowen flashes a surprised smile.
“Think Aldis is up for it?” I ask.
“Probably more than we know. I need to talk to him too.”