I rutted just enough to make him groan while wrapping my arms around his neck. “Touch, taste, fuck—I want everything with you.”
His huffed exhale against my mouth hinted of mint and underlying sweetness. “I want everything with you too.”
Tears flooded my eyes, and I whimpered, pulling his face toward mine as elation rushed through my blood.
We kissed and frotted beneath the spray, our mouths quickly turning ravenous. Eight years of bottled up longing seemed to vibrate beneath Callum’s thin control, but he kept himself in check rather than pushing me against the wall and shoving his dick up my ass without lube.
I’d have taken him that way if he’d been too far gone in his need, but in usual Callum fashion, he kept his focus on me. My comfort and safety. He wrapped his hand around our straining dicks, working our foreskin with short strokes to jerk us off.
He breathed against my parted lips, our foreheads together in a moment of intimacy with steam swirling around us in the type of tender moment found only in fairytales.
“I’ve told you lots of times that I love you,” I whispered the words, my lower lip brushing over his, “but this…Cal, it’s so much more than I ever imagined. I’m realizing now how deeply you’re embedded in my soul, how integral you are to my life, not just my work.”
“I’ve loved you for what feels like forever.” Callum backed away from me, cradling my cheek in his free hand while gently stroking us. “And I’ll love you long after we’re both gone from this earth.”
I swallowed hard, tears spilling down my cheeks regardless of the joy bubbling up inside me. “What about Zack?”
Callum’s eyes flitted from one of mine to the other as though trying to get a read on my thoughts before answering. “You need me.” He didn’t ask a question, but I had to answer.
“Yes. Now and always.”
“But you also want him.”
Unable to speak, I nodded, pleading with my eyes that he not make me choose. I would rather die first.
“So do I.”
“Oh, thank fuck.” I sagged against him, clinging like the greedy boy I’d been nicknamed. “We have to make him fall for us, Cal. We only have a few days, and I have all these edits to get done?—”
“Hey.”
I clamped my lips shut, trusting Callum to set my mind back on a straight path rather than that damn spiral, which would lead nowhere good.
“Zack isn’t going to be manipulated, Lan. He’s too jaded, too crafty to be pushed into something more, no matter how much the two of us desire it. We have to love on him, and while yes, we can continue to show him how perfect the three of us are together, he’s going to have to make that decision on his own. There will be no rushing, no pushing our agenda, okay?”
I wanted to pout but chose to nod instead because my best friend knew best.
Callum smiled, popping that damn dimple that had used to make my belly feel strange. I now understood why. “That’s my good boy,” he murmured, and fuck me, did my stomach dip and roll in the best way possible.
I planted my mouth against his, suddenly horny as fuck and twice as greedy.
He groaned, shoving his tongue between my lips, and enough pre-cum soon oozed due to our face fucking that he released our dicks, grabbed my ass cheeks, and the frotting intensified by ten thanks to natural lubrication. We chased completion, sharing gasps and breaths, an occasional curse breaking the peace around us.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?”
I swallowed his words, whimpering in agreement.
Cum erupted between us a heartbeat later, both of us shooting off at the same time. Our arms tightened around each other, every inch of us melded as we’d always been meant to be.
Being with him, having his gentle hands clean me once we’d returned to earth, took me to an even higher level of euphoria.
If only Zack were there with us.
“Just be you today,” I murmured before pressing my lips to Callum’s, “and Zack will have no choice but to fall head over heels. I have a good feeling about this—and it’s not just my needy heart and hole doing the talking here. We are a three-piece puzzle, I’m sure of it.”
He squeezed me tight. “So am I.”
Chapter 22