Page 49 of Complete Me

Xander catches my eye. “Thank you. For earlier.” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder toward the bedroom. “That was…” His voice fades, and his smile becomes dreamy.

Bjorn finishes the sentence for him. “Hot as fuck is what that was.”

“You… that was okay? For you, I mean.”Xander’s brows are drawn down with worry. “You enjoyed yourself?”

I smile reassuringly. “Yes. I very much enjoyed myself.”

“Did you…” His voice trails off, and his cheeks flush darker.

Nodding, I reach for the body wash. “Yes. I orgasmed. Quite intensely, actually. Watching the two of you, the way you were so in tune with each other, was incredible.”

“Hot, right?” Bjorn’s grin couldn’t get any wider. He hooks an arm around Xander’s waist and hauls him close, kissing him soundly on the lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I love your dick.”

Xander throws back his head and laughs. “You are so crass.” It doesn’t stop him from kissing Bjorn once more before turning back to me. “Well, I thought it was hot, too. But I want to make sure you know you’re always welcome to join us in whatever capacity you want. If you want more physical intimacy, or less, just tell us.” Xander leans into Bjorn. “I want you both to be happy. I want the three of us to be together. Equally.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t feel left out or unequal. Tonight was perfect. You were perfect.”

Bjorn pulls Xander closer and kisses his temple. “You were. Thank you.”

Xander practically glows with pleasure. “You’re welcome. Thank you both for being so amazing.”

I leave them to their showering method, which seems to involve a lot more fondling than actual washing, and focus on getting myself clean, then exit the shower and dry off. “Hey, spare toothbrushes are in the bottom drawer of the vanity.” Bjorn gestures to the sink area. “And you’re both welcome to borrow shorts and T-shirts or lounge pants. Or go naked.” He waggles his eyebrows at me.

I snort as I wrap the towel around my waist and go in search of the toothbrushes. When I find the right drawer, I stare in fascination at the wide variety before turning to look at Bjorn. “Do you often have company who stay long enough to brush their teeth?”

“Not likely.” He shrugs. “Some people like shoes. I have a thing for toothbrushes.”

Rolling my eyes at such a Bjorn statement, I turn back to the mirror and open the cabinet, looking for toothpaste. My mouth falls open. “Bjorn. Why do you have Avengers Band-Aids?” I reach to move them aside because there’s another box behind it. “And Barbie?”

“In case someone gets injured and needs a Band-Aid. Obviously.”

“Obviously.” I find the toothpaste and squeeze some onto my brush before turning around and walking back to the shower. “But why Barbie and the Avengers? None of your siblings have children.”

He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “They’re cool.” I add the unspoken ‘duh’ on for him.

I glance at Xander, who is trying valiantly not to laugh. “What was I thinking?” I walk back to the sink and continue brushing my teeth. The water turns off behind me as I finish, and I step out of the way to let Xander pick a toothbrush, watching his expression as he opens the drawer. He looks up at me from where he’s crouched, mouth gaping in amazement. “Right?”

He snorts. “Bjorn, I think we need to stage an intervention on your toothbrush obsession.”

“No, see, what if your gums are having a rough time, and you need a softer toothbrush? Then you go with this one.” He reaches in the drawer and pulls out a pale orange brush with wispy bristles. “Soft. See?” He points at the word on the package. “Or maybe you’re having trouble reaching your back teeth. Then you use this one.” He grabs a package containing a brush that looks more like something out of a science fiction movie, with low and high bristles and circles with rubbery plastic centers. “And they come in great colors, and I couldn’t pick. Plus, you’re supposed to change your toothbrush every three months as well as after you’ve been sick. I don’t want to run out.”

Shaking my head, I press up on my toes to kiss him softly on the lips. “You are incredibly adorable.” I sigh and feign exasperation as I wave Xander closer. “I can barely reach Bjorn’s lips. There’s no way I’m reaching way up to yours. Come down here, please.” Grinning, Xander leans down, and I kiss him, too. “I’m going to go rummage through Bjorn’s drawers for some shorts. Do you want me to grab something for you?”

Xander’s eyes sparkle with affection, and warmth spreads through my chest. This is all still a bit odd but not as much as I thought it would be. And it feels really good, too. “Shorts please. Thank you.”

I grab my dirty clothes and head into the bedroom. Fairly quickly, I find Bjorn’s shorts drawer and pull out two pairs, figuring Bjorn can pick whatever he wants on his own since it’s his clothing. I leave one pair on the dresser and pull on the other. They’re a bit too big, so I pull the drawstring tight and tie it off. It looks ridiculous, but they’ll be fine for sleeping. “Bjorn, which side is yours?”

Coming into the room completely and unapologetically nude, he glances at the bed and shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. I tend to sleep in the middle, so I’ll easily accommodate whatever you two prefer.”

Rather than pushing the point, I take him at his word and climb into bed. Before I even think to ask, Bjorn hands me a phone charger. “There’s a power strip between the bed and the side table.” He walks to the other side of the bed and bends over to plug in another power cable.

I take a moment to appreciate the view as he does. “How did you know which version I’d need?”

“I’ve seen your phone. I know what brand you have.”

Blinking, I try to process the words. “Why do you have so many phone charging cords?”

“Siblings.” As if that’s all the explanation needed, he turns and walks to his dresser, opening the drawer to pull out boxer briefs, and tug them on.

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