Page 83 of Five Days

Did Zack remember that night as clearly as I did? I’d been beyond desperate for some sort of intimacy with him that would tie us together. Anything to keep him from leaving me. I’d been hellbent on making him stay.

Shit.

I slumped back onto my haunches, my gaze dropping to the flooring beneath me as the weight of my action settled over my shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” Zack asked without a hint of anger in his tone.

Clenching my eyelids shut didn’t keep a tear from spilling down my cheek. “I just realized I’m trying to manipulate you again so I can have things how I want them.”

Callum’s hand settled on my shoulder, and I leaned into his assuring touch on instinct.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hating the recognition that I hadn’t changed, hadn’t truly outgrown my selfish ways. So much for that gaining of wisdom BS I’d spouted moments earlier.

Arms yanked me upward, and I gasped as Zack settled me on his lap, straddling his thighs. He peered at me with a tenderness in his hazel eyes I couldn’t remember seeing since childhood. My heart raced at the possibilities.

“I’ve already forgiven you,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over my cheek.

His words should have sent my soul soaring, but I couldn’t get out of my head. “But I haven’t learned my lesson, have I? I’m a greedy brat who will go to any lengths, including sucking you off to get my way.”

“And what’s that, Landon? Hmm? Spell it out clearly in detail and don’t hold anything back.” His tone suggested arousal, desire to fulfill my every whim no matter the sexual fantasies I spouted.

Shivers licked down my spine, making the tip of my tongue do the same to my dry lower lip. But what I lusted for more than anything went far above fucking.

“You, Zack. And Callum. With me all the time. I long for the fantasy come to life. I’m sure things will be shitty sometimes, but what we have…” I took both of their hands and placed them over my heart with mine clasped atop, manifesting exactly what I’d dreamed of. “I’ve struggled with feeling accepted for so long, but Callum has helped heal that part of me. I have zero desire to fuck up again. I obsessed over my choice that led to you leaving me, and I don’t think I can handle you walking away.

“So this time.” I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to relax and letting it seep from my lungs until they emptied of selfishness. “I’m going to be honest. I don’t hate you like I screamed that night—far from it. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I long for a future with you and you,” I said, looking over at Callum. “More than anything.”

His soft smile, the promise of forever we’d basically already shared offered me assurance.

“So yeah. That’s my truth laid open to both of you, and we can live it out loud. Fuck everyone who thinks we’re wrong. I’ve chosen to cower down beneath others’ rules for so damn long, and I just want to be who I am. A horny, poly guy who has finally found satisfaction with his two men.”

Zack cradled my cheek in his free palm and tugged me closer, ghosting his mouth over mine. “Not going anywhere, baby. Love you too much to leave you behind.” His sweet, maple breath caressed my parted lips, and I thrust forward, intent on licking along his tongue until I swallowed his taste down to a place it became mine.

He humored me, eating at my mouth with the same intensity as bubbles of happiness and life popped inside me, erupting firework-like bursts inside my heart and showering me with glittering colors.

“Love you,” I whispered, unable to tear my lips from his skin, peppering his nose, his cheeks, his jawline between repeating the statement over and over again.

Zack chuckled, turning to face Callum.

“Tell him, Cal,” I demanded, planting more kisses against Zack’s neck while draping myself over his chest and shoulders, my hands in his hair. “Exactly what you said the other night after Sean called.”

“I’m falling for you too, Zack,” Callum admitted. “I can’t live another day without you between us. Beneath me or in our greedy boy. Want you in our space and sharing our life. Making decisions together, going on vacation, allowing the world to see that a triad is possible and healthy even if there is a little codependency going on behind closed doors.”

“It’ll take honesty and communication all the time,” I tacked on before nipping at Zack’s lobe.

He pulled away from my sharp teeth, narrowed his eyes, and pinched my nipple through my robe. “Brat.”

I ignored the sting, holding his gaze. Un-fucking-wavering as one last bout of insecurity crashed into me. “Do you want the same?” I asked, my shaky tone proof of my deepest fear.

He chuckled, the lightness of his response bringing a smile to my face and relief to my hitched shoulders. “Yes.”

My heart seized in the best way possible—but. “So along with your heart, your hole and dick are ours?” I double-checked because that escorting business had to go. Period. Callum and Zack were officially mine, and no way in hell would I be sharing. Ever.

“Is that your way of asking if I’ll be your boyfriend?” he teased. “Or that you simply want exclusivity between the three of us?”

“Both. Yes.”

“You belong to us.” Callum’s firm statement held no hint of a question.

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