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Damon pulled out of the kiss. He grabbed onto Taylor and hauled him in, pulled him close and pressed their foreheads together. “I love you too. We love you too.”

Taylor gripped onto the open panel of Damon’s shirt. “Even if I don’t want to live with you yet?”

Damon’s eyes went soft and he cradled Taylor’s face in his hands. “Even if you never want to live with us. Even if you went sailing around the world and only sent postcards. We’ll always want you.”

Taylor relaxed a little and managed a nod. Nash reached for his hand and tangled their fingers together.

“I just think I want to have my own space. And I want to date you guys more. Like real dates where you pick me up and we go out, or stay in. I want to…not necessarily take things slow, but I don’t want to rush either. I want to enjoy every minute of this. I’ve found an apartment nearby. It’s just a little studio, but it’s in my budget. I can move in next month.” Taylor bit his lip and his brow furrowed in concern. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Nash said. “We want you with us, but when you’re ready. And we support you having your own space.”

“I won’t be able to fit all of my plants in my new place, though.” Taylor looked at them with round, pleading eyes. “Do you think I could keep them here?”

“You can keep as many plants here as you want,” Nash promised. “But I do still own the unit downstairs. You could move in there.”

Taylor shook his head. “I know it sounds dumb, but I want my own space. Not something in my dad’s basement, and I know you’d respect my privacy, but I think I want to try the studio first. I’m so, so?—”

Damon cut him off with a bruising kiss. “Don’t apologize.” He brushed Taylor’s hair off his forehead and kissed him again, softer this time. “Don’t ever apologize.”

CHAPTER 30

DAMON

“Did I tell you how sensational you look tonight?” Damon tugged Taylor closer and pressed himself tight against him, hoping that through the layers of tulle and fabric Taylor could feel just how much Damon wanted him.

The tint of Taylor’s cheeks complimented his dress. “I can’t remember, to be honest.”

Damon kissed the corner of Taylor’s mouth, his cheek, his jaw. “You’re beautiful. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”

Damon clung to Taylor’s hips and held him in place while he ground against him. A million confessions lived on the tip of Damon’s tongue. Instead of speaking any of them into existence, he kissed his way down Taylor’s neck. Taylor’s arms went around his neck, and Damon became aware of the way Nash pressed into the bubble, drawn in by Taylor like a moth to a flame.

Taylor let out a helpless moan and he held tighter to Damon, who took the opportunity to grind against him harder. God, he needed more. The friction was exquisite, but it wasn’t enough. He needed flesh and heat, something wet, and something to lay Taylor over while he drilled into him.

“Let’s take this downstairs,” Damon suggested, praying that Nash’s knees had already had enough torment for one night and that he wouldn’t be hard to convince.

“Fuck yes.” Nash yanked Taylor close to him and attacked the curve of his neck with a kiss. “What do you think?”

Pressed against Taylor from behind, Nash locked gazes with Damon over Taylor’s shoulder. The sight of the two of them that close, that intimate, made Damon’s insides quiver. As much as he wanted Taylor, he wanted Nash, too. Wanted them both with a ferocity he could hardly contain. It clawed at him like a feral animal trying to escape a cage.

“I think we have two minutes to get downstairs before I pin you both down and fuck you through the floor.” Damon reached down and pushed the heel of his hand into the base of his cock, willing it to go down even a little. They had all night, but his cock didn’t seem to have gotten the memo.

“Well, since we’re on a time limit, I guess we’d better hurry.” Nash threaded his fingers through Taylor’s and tugged him toward the door. Taylor reached for Damon, wiggling his fingers expectantly. There was no choice but to take his hand and let himself be led to the stairs that were faster than the elevator. Damon watched Taylor go down before him, his dress trailing behind him. It made him think of Cinderella and how she lost her glass slipper. It was probably the silliest of all the fairy tales.

A fancy ball he could believe. Even mice turning into horses and a pumpkin into a carriage. But Damon couldn’t imagine forgetting Taylor’s face. That the prince had to have an entire kingdom try on a shoe had always baffled him.

Nash and Taylor paused on the landing below, waiting at the door to their floor. Taylor looked back at Damon and shot him a dazzling smile.

Damon hurried down the last few steps and crowded Taylor against the wall as he reached for Nash, gripping on to his jacket.

“We’re almost there.” Taylor was breathless in his protest, but he made no move to get away. The same couldn’t be said for Nash, who grabbed Damon and spun him. With a thud, he landed with his back against the wall, and then Nash was on him, kissing him. He cradled Damon’s face in his hands and slotted a leg between Damon’s and ground into him.

Damon was aware only of the way Nash overwhelmed him. His ability to think was gone, stripped away completely by Nash’s eager tongue.

“Fuck yes,” Taylor whispered, breaking the spell.

“Home. Now.” Damon managed to gently push Nash away, despite the urge to shove his pants to his knees and give himself over to Nash right in the stairwell of the building.

They tumbled out into the hallway and managed a sedate walk down to Nash’s door. Nash’s keys jingled as he pulled them from his pocket and let them inside. The minute they were over the threshold, Nash was on Taylor, caging him against the wall in much the same way that he’d done to Damon just a minute before.

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