Page 48 of Complete Me

Xander’s cheeks pink, and he picks up speed. “I like when you call me baby.” He looks at Kaino. “I like when you call me Kit. it makes me feel wanted.”

The sentence is barely out of his mouth before my heart feels like it’s going to explode in my chest. I pull him down into a fierce kiss, pouring everything I’m feeling into it—the hope, the affection, the fear, and the protectiveness. “You are wanted. In every possible way. I want all of you.”

Xander’s smile is incandescent. He glances up at Kaino, and I follow his gaze in time to see them nodding. “All of you, Kit. Not just your brain.” Kaino winks. “The rest of you is pretty sexy, too.”

That makes Xander laugh, and he turns back to me with a wicked grin. “Better hang on to your hat.”

18

Kaino

Watching the two men I care about so intimately entwined, showering each other with affection both verbal and physical, is mind-blowing and hot as hell. I’m being included, but not pressured to participate more physically, and it truly is a gift. Allowing me to partake in as much or as little as I’m comfortable makes me feel seen and respected. It means more to me than either of them will probably ever know.

“Oh, fuck, baby, right there.” Bjorn’s eyes are wide, breath coming in gasps and grunts as Xander pounds into him, his muscles undulating with each powerful snap of his hips. I move closer to them, rising up onto my knees as I stroke myself in time with Xander’s thrusts. Bjorn reaches out and takes my hand, grasping it tightly, not asking more of me, and I groan at the inclusion and intimacy, the ache in my balls almost unbearable.

Xander pushes against Bjorn’s thighs, pressing them down against his chest, and leans over him, thrusting faster and faster. I watch for any sign that this position is aggravating his wound, but all I can see in his expression is bliss. “Look at him, Kaino.” Xander’s words come out breathy from exertion. “Look how gorgeous he is.” And Bjorn is, his muscles flexing and bulging under Xander’s onslaught, his face suffused with pleasure. But so is Xander, his lean body taut with effort, long hair damp with sweat, and his lips pink and kiss swollen.

“You’re both beautiful. Sexy.”

He turns his blue eyes to me, though most of the iris is covered by black. “So are you. So fucking gorgeous. Please. Tell me what I should do to him.”

“Fuck him. Relentlessly, until he comes.” They both groan just before Xander hauls Bjorn to the very edge of the bed and pounds into him with enough force to make the entire bed rock.

Bjorn grunts with each thrust, skin slapping against skin like a deliciously debauched ASMR recording. “I’m close. Fuck me, Xander. Fuck me hard.” Xander sets a punishing pace, hammering into Bjorn, who fists the bedding, knuckles white with strain, mouth open in a silent moan. His eyes lock on Xander’s as he gasps for breath, a thin sheen of sweat coating his face.

“Kaino…”

“Not yet, Kit.” Fuck. Even this close, Xander looks to me for direction. He’s so fucking perfect. “You’re being so good for me. Just a little longer.” Xander stifles a whimper, and I want to stroke his back, praise him more, but that might push him over the edge, and I don’t want that yet. “Bear.” Gray eyes, now dark with lust, gaze up at me. I can tell he’s at the edge. His restraint is slipping, and he’s almost frantic with need. The tension in the air is electric, palpable, like the pause just before a firework explodes or lightning strikes. He watches me intently, eyes pleading. So I give him what he needs. “Bjorn, come.”

With a roar, Bjorn presses his head back onto the mattress, bellowing as his cock erupts, come splattering across his chest in thick, ropey streaks. Watching as Bjorn succumbs to the bliss, Xander’s orgasm hits with a ferocity that has his body shuddering, wave after wave, as he rides out his pleasure before collapsing over Bjorn’s chest. Both are panting furiously, their sated bodies wrung out by our efforts. The musky scent of sex and sweat fills the room, and I can’t hold back any more. My orgasm rips through me, and I come with a silent scream, eyes clenched shut as my muscles tense again and again, come spurting over my shuttling fist.

Gasping for air, I let go of my cock and drop my head forward, barely keeping my feet under me as the pleasure ebbs from my body. Slowly, I open my eyes as Bjorn laces our fingers together. Now that the blood isn’t rushing through my ears, I can hear him murmuring softly. I meet his very sated, happy gaze with what is probably one of my own and raise his hand to my mouth, kissing his knuckles before slowly releasing his grip, reaching for the strategically placed tissues. I grab a handful to help keep most of the mess contained as I shuffle to the bathroom. After a thorough wipe down, I toss the tissues in the trash and grab a few more to deal with any stray droplets.

Before I finish, Bjorn stumbles in behind me, turns on the shower, and leans against the vanity, looking thoroughly wrecked and inordinately pleased about it. “How about we get you cleaned up properly?” I glance between him and the shower, debating. “You should stay tonight. None of us has work tomorrow, and it’s late.” Everything he’s saying is true, and even though I’m functioning, I’m quickly losing steam. He must take my silence for hesitation, continuing to press his case. “If you want, you can sleep in one of the guest rooms. I know you like your space, and cuddling isn’t your thing.”

At that point, Xander wanders into the bathroom and slips his arms around Bjorn’s waist, leaning heavily against his back, making him stumble a bit. “Cuddling is my thing. I want to cuddle.”

Bjorn grins and looks at Xander over his shoulder. “I’ll cuddle with you.” He turns back to me. “Stay? Please.”

I nod. “Alright. And I don’t need a guest room as long as you’re okay with me reading in bed for a bit. I don’t need a lot of sleep, and it helps me wind down.”

Xander props his chin on Bjorn’s shoulder. “We don’t mind. I’m a good sleeper.”

“I’m great at sleeping.” Bjorn practically puffs up his chest. “I can sleep with the light on or noise outside. I can pretty much sleep through anything. So you won’t bother us.”

I nod again. “Okay.” Steam pours from the absurdly large walk-in shower. “I forgot you have a shower the size of a small room.”

“Lots of people have large, walk-in showers. Now get naked and join us.” Sighing, I unbutton my shirt and watch as Xander and Bjorn, both with ridiculously dopey grins, stumble into the shower on post-orgasmic legs.

“You remember the house was my grandfather’s, right? Toward the end of his life, he was in a wheelchair. That’s why we have an elevator. Anyway, he built a shower with enough room to allow him to turn the wheelchair, and when I inherited the house, I was happy to leave things as they were and not squeeze myself into an average shower stall or bathtub surround. Once I remodeled, I chose to keep the footprint and have it re-tiled and new fixtures installed.”

Xander steps under one of the shower arrays and moans happily. “It’s wonderful. And no need to pretend showering together is sexy or romantic while doing the shower dance.”

I blink and look at Bjorn, who is equally confused. “Shower dance?”

“Yes.” Xander opens his eyes and glances between the two of us, then sighs like we’re incredibly obtuse. “You know. You’re in a shower with someone, and it’s supposed to be sexy and romantic. But there’s only one shower head, and you have to keep switching so one of you is under the spray while the other person freezes their bits off. And it ends up not being romantic or sexy. Or even convenient.”

“True.” I fold my clothes and set them on the closed toilet, then step into the shower room under my own deliciously hot spray.

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