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I hated how much I liked the sight of him cuddling my kitten and soothing her.

“Better. It was… messy at first, but she’s finally figured out she doesn’t have to climb into the bowl to eat.”

He laughed and set her on the table. “Can you hold her here for me while I get her shots prepared?”

“Sure,” I said, stepping forward and rubbing Ash’s back. She seemed content to stay in one place so long as I continued rubbing her. I had no doubt she hadn’t forgotten about being locked up though.

“How haveyoubeen?” Dr. Hendrix asked as he began prepping Ash’s shots.

I roughly cleared my throat. “Busy,” I finally said. “Lot of unpacking and getting my house set up. Just started back working.”

“Yeah?” He glanced at me over his shoulder before focusing back on what he was doing, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. He flicked his head so the strands moved out of his way. Why did that little move have to be so sexy? “What do you do for work?”

“Accounting.” I hadn’t realized my hand had stilled until Ash meowed and nipped at my hand. I muttered a curse and quickly got back to rubbing my hand over her back. She’d grown so much in the past two weeks, no longer scrawny and tiny. She was still small, but she looked like a normal kitten now rather than one barely surviving. And she was an angry little thing. And moody.

“You like math?” He turned with two shots in his hand and a syringe filled with that milky-looking medication he’d given her the last time I’d brought her in. “So, you know what two plus one is, right?”

Fuck. I’d walked right into that one.

“It’s three,” I muttered, watching as he took over holding Ash. She meowed loudly as he injected her with the first syringe, hissing and attempting to bite his hand.

“Zeppelin and I would like to make three… with you,” he told me as he slid the second needle beneath her skin and injected the medication into her. Ash was pissed now, her tail fluffed. She was hissing nonstop, her claws scratching at the table. Dr. Hendrix took advantage of her open mouth and forced her to take the deworming medication.

“I, uh…” I shook my head and quickly put Ash back in the carrier once he handed her to me. I got nipped on my middle finger, but that was it, thankfully. She seemed ready to mutilate me. “I’m not interested. I’m straight,” I told him.

He arched a brow at me and leaned a hip against the metal table. “Are you so sure about that, Jaxon?”

I clenched my jaw. “I’m a forty-three-year-old man,” I bitterly told him. “I think I’ve had more than enough time to figure out my sexuality.” I picked up Ash’s carrier and spun on my heel, heading for the door. “Charge the credit card you have on file.” I couldn’t deal with this today. Honestly, I wasn’t ready to deal with this at all. It was too confusing, and I was a man set in his ways. I’d had my chance at love and happiness. I’d spent twenty beautiful years with my wife. That was enough for me. I didn’t need a second chance at love.

With that, I left the vet office, my heart slamming against my breastbone.

He’d flat out said it—that he and Zeppelin wanted to… what—share me? They wanted to fuckingshareme.

Two of the hottest men I’d ever seen in my life. Two men I was attracted to. Hell, theonlytwo men I’deverbeen attracted to.

I banged my head on the steering wheel once I was in my car, gripping it tightly, my knuckles white. My muscles bunched in my back.

I was forty-three years old. I shouldn’t be going through a fucking identity crisis.

But I was. I’d been married to Penelope for twenty years before she passed away and left me a widower. I’d always only been attracted to women.Always.

So, why thefuckdid I want Zeppelin and Eros?

I looked at Ash as I shifted my car into reverse. “I’m going to be an old cat man,” I told her. “I don’t need to be in a relationship again.”

She just gave a pissy meow back.

CHAPTER 5

Eros

“That is the most stubborn man I’ve ever met,” Zep said as he walked into the room where I was cleaning up from Ash’s visit. I looked up at him as I continued wiping down the metal table. I dropped the wipe into the trashcan and removed my gloves, dropping them in after.

“He’s claiming he’s straight.” I shrugged, trying to ignore the pang I felt at his declaration. “Seems pretty set in his ways.” Which was really fucking disappointing. He was the first guy Zeppelin was openly interested in. Sure, we’d shared guys before, but he had never been outright interested in them.

Jaxon was different, and I wanted him for us—for Zeppelin—so badly.

Zeppelin scoffed. “There’s nothing straight about the way he looks at both of us,” he told me. I knew that, but we couldn’t force the man to change his mind. “That man is hard as fuck for us. He’s just stubborn—like I said. He’ll cave eventually. Just got to push hard enough.”

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