Page 66 of Just Between Us

“I’m not asking, Kai,” Cole says.

He uses that voice, the same one that has my dick twitching when he tells me what to do. How fucked up is it that I let him cut me, that I love it when he fucks into me roughly until I can barely open my eyes.

I shouldn’t, but I hear myself quietly say, “Okay,” figuring I can’t be any more pathetic than I already am.

I get back into the bar and find Jenna first. She’s dancing with Marie, and they are laughing, completely lost in each other. When Marie sees my face, she wags a drunken finger at me.

“Nooo,” she cries, “You’re not allowed to leave. It’s my birthday!” She leans into Jenna for balance and pouts. “Babe, tell Kai he’s not allowed to go anywhere because it’s my birthday.”

I should stay. Guilt eats at me but like Jenna can read what I’m thinking, she holds Marie close and kisses her on her temple. “We should be getting home,” she says to Marie. “And what if Kai has a hot date? We shouldn’t stop him.”

An excited glint dances in Marie’s eyes. “Is it a hot date?”

I can’t help my laugh. If only, I think. “Something like that.”

“You’ll be okay?” Jenna asks.

“Yeah, thanks,” I say. I do a quick round of goodbyes, and everyone does their best to tempt me to stay but eventually, I make my way to their place, my heart in my throat.

It has been three months, eighty-seven days to be precise since we began this and my heart twists at the idea that it all ends tonight. As I make my way through the townhouse that I know like the back of my hand now, I try not to think about the end too much.

I pass the hallway with all their pictures and their memories, forcing myself not to look at them. It was going to come sooner or later. I just didn’t think it would happen like this—the glaring realisation that I want them both as more than just friends.

I got to the kitchen first and down a glass of water, running a hand through my hair. Alcohol still sloshes inside me, but my anxiety has almost burnt it all out. Maybe one last time isn’t so bad, I think to myself. Maybe I can lie to myself for a few more hours, then I’ll end things.

Just a few more hours.

When I make my way upstairs, Cole swings open the door, like he could hear me coming. He’s shirtless, the bare expanse of his muscled chest almost making my mouth water. His hair is a mess on his head and there is a fresh bruise at the base of his neck. Before I can say anything, he tugs on my shirt, his mouth connecting with mine.

“Hey, princess,” he whispers as I melt into him easily, letting his tongue in my mouth, my hands exploring his warm skin.

When he moves aside, Levi sits up on his elbows, desire in his eyes. “Join us?” he asks.

I know I shouldn’t. I should come out and say it, but all the blood is rushing down to my dick and seeing them like this never leaves me thinking straight.

Being in the centre of both Levi and Cole is intoxicating—euphoric. It’s a haze of tangled hands and legs, bites, and kisses, writhing and pulling and squeezing. I like that they smell the same, like somehow, they are one.

Cole kisses me, deepening the kiss and I moan into his mouth. I’m aching, shivering against him, trying to keep myself up.

“So pretty,” Cole says as I look at him dazedly. “So perfect for us.”

He moves away from my mouth to my neck, pulling my head back with his hand in my hair.I hear Levi uncap the bottle of lube next to me and I want it. I want it to hurt, just so I can remember. I wonder when I started thinking like that.

I let out a breathy sigh when Cole’s hand goes around his neck just as Levi's finger rubs against my entrance, the cold a shock on my skin.

“I missed you,” I whisper. The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. I hated staying away from them all week. I missed how they always take control and let me empty my mind.

Levi slips a finger in and my body jerks at the intrusion, but I like the burn. Cole moves off me, watching Levi carefully. I love the way Cole watches Levi. I seem to love a lot of things.

“Missed you too, baby,” Levi says. “Maybe I should have a plug in you at work? Then I can fuck you whenever I want. I’ve thought about it, you know? Bending you over my desk and letting the entire office hear just how much of slut you are for me.”

Bursts of pleasure shoot through me as Levi breaks his gaze, meeting Cole’s eyes. He grins, pulling Levi’s head toward him and giving him an open-mouthed kiss, possessive and a little rough. Something about it makes me moan a little louder, my own hardened dick leaking down his thigh with the lube.

Cole glances down at me, and my vision blurs with tears I have to force back when Levi adds another finger. His eyes sparkle as he leans down and places a small kiss on my forehead, brushing away the sweaty curls from my brow. It’s so gentle. So unlike him.

More, I think. Please, more.

But I’m not sure what more I want exactly. Time? Love?

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