“Did you?”
“Yeah.” Jesse held Taylor’s hand to the hard bulge in his pants. “I fucking did.”
“The cherry bomb didn’t work out?”
Jesse didn’t answer. Instead he rose from his seat at the bar and tilted his head in the direction of the private alcoves. “Let’s talk in private, yeah?”
Taylor followed him to the other side of the main floor.
He pushed aside the drape of deep plum that covered the arched opening of the alcove, hit the button on the wall that would turn on the signal it was occupied, and closed the drape again. A velvet-upholstered sofa that was really more like a family-sized bed, a minibar, and an armoire, its drawers filled with oils and lotions, toys, condoms, lube—anything you might want for basic play—filled the space. The only thing in the alcove Jesse cared about was Taylor.
“C’mere.”
Jesse, taller than Taylor by a few inches, pulled him close and kissed him like he’d been away for a year and not just a week. When he came up for air he would start talking. And he wasn’t going to stop talking until Taylor saw the same future for them that he did. A future with Chloe.
“Maybe you did miss me.”
Jesse moved to the huge sofa against the wall and sat on the edge of it. “I told you I did.” He patted the space beside him. “Come sit with me, babe. I have a lot to say and I need to touch you while I do. I might not get it all out otherwise.”
Taylor raised an eyebrow. He sauntered over to the sofa and sat. “Well, I’m intrigued.”
Jesse leaned over and kissed him tenderly. Lovingly. Like he’d kiss Chloe. To him it was the same. “I love you, Taylor. I’m so fucking in love with you, man—you know that, right?”
Taylor looked a little stunned at Jesse’s admission that had been seven years in the making. He gave a slight nod, his dark eyes misty. Taylor might not be the only man Jesse’d had, but he was Jesse’s first. More importantly, he’d be his last.
Taylor reached over and popped the button on his slacks, lowered the zipper, and held Jesse’s hard dick in his hand. He tugged on it and then his lips were on his. He loved the way Taylor kissed him—like he would die without his mouth.
“I love you too, Jesse—so bloody much.” He fisted Jesse’s cock as he spoke. “I’m relieved. I thought for sure you’d go for the bird and end us.”
Jesse unzipped Taylor and took out his cock. They laid back on the sofa together and stroked each other as they often did. “I did go for her. I love her. I’m in love with her in much the same way I’m in love with you.” Taylor’s hand went still on his dick.
“What?”
He gave his cock a hard squeeze. “Don’t stop, babe,” and Taylor resumed stroking him. “My greatest wish is that you’ll love her too, because I love you both. I need to love you both as much as I need you both to love each other.”
“You can’t make that happen, mate.”
“I know, but I have faith that it will. She was meant to be ours and we were meant to be hers. You’ll see.”
“She wants this?”
He evaded the question. “We’ll make her dinner. Let it happen naturally.”
“Does she know about us? That you love me? And this dick?” Taylor squeezed his cock so hard Jesse thought it might snap off in his hand. Felt fucking good though.
“Fuck, babe.” He rolled onto his side and kissed him. “You’ve got to trust I know what I’m doing. We’re all going up to the lake house in the morning for the Fourth. Come with.”
Taylor sat up, his eyes wide, and shook his head. “Have you gone bloody mad?”
Jesse raised himself up onto his elbows and simply replied, “No.”
When Taylor just stared at him and said nothing in response, he continued. “Three days away at the lake with Chloe. What could be better than that? Think about it.”
“Three days with Chloe, your cousins, and the little blonde too, I suppose.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m chuffed to bits.”
“C’mon, Tay.” Jesse reached for his man and pulled him on top of him. He licked up the side of his neck and sucked on his skin. “Don’t you want it? Us? Her?”
“Fuck. It’s a fantasy, love.” With their zips hanging open, Taylor rubbed his dick against Jesse’s. “This is real.”
So is she.
Jesse loved them both so much it consumed him. Taylor had to give the three of them together a chance. “Chloe isn’t a fantasy, baby. I love her, so fucking much, and it’s as real as my love for you.”
Taylor stilled and held Jesse’s face between his hands. His dark chocolate eyes bored into his. “Do you love her more than you love me?”
Jesse reached between their bodies and squeezed their hard cocks together in his hand, staring into the eyes of the man he was proud to call his. The man he gave it all up for. “No. I love you more because I love her. And I love her more because I love you. Just imagine how big and beautiful our love will be with the three of us together.”
“You imagine I’ll love her and she’ll love me back. That’s the fantasy, Jesse.”
“It’s not. I know you’ll fall madly and deeply in love with her, because I know you. She’s perfect for us in every possible way.”
“And what makes you believe she can love me? I’m not an easy man to love.”
“I love you, don’t I?” Jesse traced Taylor’s lips with his tongue.
“Took you seven years to say it.”
“Baby, I think I’ve loved you since I was twelve and you were fifteen. I was attracted to you even then. Confused me though, because I liked girls too, you know?”
Taylor nodded. Of course he knew. They were the same.
“When I came home for spring break without Bethany, all sad and shit,” he sniggered at the memory. “Who did I go to?”
“Me.”
“I still remember what our first kiss felt like—gets my dick hard just to think of it. I fell in love with you for sure that night. I never felt more alive than when I choked on your fat dick and your cum poured down my throat. There was nothing I wanted more than to have you inside me. So don’t you ever…” Jesse kissed him hard. His hands slipped inside Taylor’s pants and he dug his fingers into the cheeks of his ass, pressing their bodies together. “…don’t you ever doubt my love for you.” Jesse took Taylor’s face in his hands. “Or my love for her.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
“Because it is. What’s so hard about loving each other?”
Taylor rolled off of him and laid beside him. He shrugged.
“Are you attracted to her?” Jesse reached for Taylor’s dick and lazily stroked it. He took Taylor’s hand and wrapped his fingers around his cock. It always soothed him when they did that.
Taylor kissed the corner of his mouth. “There’s no denying she’s beautiful…and those tits.”
“Are perfect, baby.”
“What do you really want, love?”
Jesse stilled his hand. “I want it all, Tay. Everything. I want the three of us to be married—I know we can’t do that in the traditional way, but I want us to be committed to each other. I want to love you both all night and wake up to your dick and her pussy every morning. I want our babies in her belly. A house with a yard. Maybe a dog.” He chuckled. “What do you want, babe?”