Page 30 of More than Need

“I think I want to talk more about this ‘stunning good looks’ thing.”

“If you’re fishing for compliments, don’t.”

“I don’t need to; you gave it already.”

“And we’re moving on.” Riley didn’t feel like getting into just how long he’d been admiring Gideon’s face… and the rest of him.

“A shame.” Gideon dragged his bin over to the counter and dropped what looked like tentacles into it. “Well, when I was a kid, I tried to be like my mum, as you do, and I’d get upset when I couldn’t replicate her art. It’s hard to explain to a four-year-old why his fridge drawings aren’t as good as an award-winning artist who has pieces in exclusive galleries. One day Dad came home with a whole box of colouring books and enough pencils and Textas that I could have made a life-size statue of myself using them. And then it became this family activity to spend a few nights a week colouring together.” Gideon draped himself over Riley’s shoulders, nuzzling into him. “Turns out I was good at keeping in the lines. And as long as you can do that, there are no levels. We were the same.”

“She had to have been colouring down to make you feel better.”

Gideon smiled against Riley’s throat. “Probably,” he murmured, kissing the spot.

Riley reached up and curled his fingers in Gideon’s hair, keeping him there. A tongue flicked out, and he shivered. Leaning back, he gave Gideon more room. Gideon took full advantage and locked his lips over a patch, sucking sharply.

Riley could only take it so long before needing to be in control. He twisted, fitting their lips together and tumbling Gideon into his lap. Gideon moaned, fitting perfectly. Riley fisted Gideon’s jumper in his hand and encouraged him to rock back and forth, the perfect pressure against his rapidly hardening cock.

The unwelcome knock at the door had Riley groaning in frustration.

Gideon chuckled breathlessly. “That’ll be Dawson.” He reached down and massaged Riley’s dick. “Feels like you’re ready for him.”

“We’re not—” He cut off with a sigh as Gideon slid off his lap and moved to the front door. He couldn’t believe he was even entertaining this idea. The three of them were a disaster individually; mixing them together could only make everything a thousand times worse.

Riley’s body apparently hadn’t gotten the memo his brain had sent out. The second he heard Dawson’s voice, everything in him tightened further, echoes of wet heat around his dick making him hard as steel.

Dawson wore the same outfit as earlier, though a little worse for wear. There was a dirt streak across his cheek, what looked distinctly like a paw print on his plain, light-blue T-shirt, and were those pieces of grass peeking out from his pocket?

Dawson glanced down at himself and smiled ruefully. He ran a hand through the long strands of hair on top of his head. “Sorry. It’s been an interesting afternoon.”

“So I heard,” Gideon said slyly.

Dawsons’s eyes widened, and he glanced between them. “You told him?”

“Yes.” Hiding it implied shame in his actions, and while there were regrets mingled in with other complicated feelings, shame had no place there. “Gideon and I are…” He trailed off. They were what, exactly? Not lovers. Yet. They’d proven the inevitability of it multiple times.

They’d spent years in close proximity without any of this distracting them. A split second of weakness, and doors had opened. Riley had tried to close them, and it hadn’t worked.

Dawson shuffled his feet. “Are you two—together? I didn’t mean to—I didn’t know—” The panic on his face might have been comical if Riley’s dick wasn’t trying to burst out of his pants.

“We’re not together,” Gideon said. “You didn’t step on anyone’s toes. Contrary to what you think about Riley, he’s not that kind of person. He wouldn’t have let you suck his dick if he were taken.”

Riley appreciated the faith in him. Cheating implied a relationship, and he’d never had one.

“What am I doing here?” Dawson asked. “I thought we were done.”

Gideon closed the door and leaned his back on it, crossing his arms over his chest. The large sweater engulfed him endearingly. “If that’s what you want. It all depends.”

“On what?” Dawson moved so he had them both in view. Creating a triangle.

“What you want,” Riley said. This might have been Gideon’s idea, but if Riley had really wanted to shut it down, he would have.

Dawson had no idea how to keep his mouth shut, he was incredibly annoying, and his connection to someone biologically related to Riley made Riley uncomfortable.

Riley also wanted to get Dawson on his knees to suck his dick again. Along with more than a few other things.

Would Dawson throw caution to the wind the way he and Gideon were doing?

“Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?” Dawson tugged on the hem of his T-shirt, sucking his lower lip into his mouth.

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