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He tells me about what happened at their apartment earlier and then their conversations at the restaurant.

“Do you want us to have a night with your friend?” It would be fun and we’d enjoy ourselves.

“I think so…but, like…not because you’re not enough. I know we talked about it before, but I’m not sure how that has changed now that we’re in love. You’re enough for me. You will always be enough for me, and I’ll always love you, but…sex and love aren’t the same thing.”

“No, they’re not. It’s easier for some people to separate the two. I know who you love and who you want to be with, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“I know it too. I see it in the way you look at me, how you make me feel, but…I’m curious. I’ve never had a threesome.”

And I want to be the one to give him that. “I’ll be in charge.”

“Obviously. He’s different, though. The things we do…”

“I know. I’ll talk to him, and there will be rules. He can’t come in you, and your hole is all mine. He can finger you and lick you, but no one’s cock goes in your ass now but mine.”

Jay rolls over awkwardly, looking at me like I’ve just said the most perfect thing. “You’re possessive of me.”

“Yes.”

“Because youloveme.”

I laugh the way only he can make me do. “Stop being a brat.”

“Marshall is in l-o-v-e with me… He wants to marry me and keep my hole all to himself,” he sings, making me roll my eyes. “And I love him too.” Jay sobers. “And I want him to keep my hole to himself, just like he has my heart to himself.”

“Jesus.” I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him in for a kiss. This boy has changed me, made me grow. I don’t know how I would ever get by without him, and I hope I don’t ever have to find out.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

JT

I’m nervous eventhough I know I don’t need to be. I’m in love with Marshall, and Reggie is my best friend. I’ve slept with them both. I care about them both. But I’ve never hooked up with someone while I love someone else, and I’ve never had two people at once, so yeah, the nerves make sense.

It’s been just over a week since Marshall and I talked about this. I went to Reggie afterward, and he was down, but Sir wanted to give it a few days so Reggie and I could make sure this is something we both want.

We do.

Who doesn’t want two gorgeous men in their bed?

We also had Reggie over once so Marshall could speak with him, finding out things he would be interested in and what he’s not, and so Marshall could explain his rules to Reggie himself.

“How are you doing?” Marshall asks when he walks into the living room, where I’m looking out the window, waiting for Reggie to arrive. We decided not to make it a nighttime thing, so Reg is coming over in the afternoon, we’ll do our thing, and then I’m going to make dinner for the three of us. I know the last part Marshall decided for me and for Reggie. I’ve really fallen in love with cooking for us, and it helps me clear my head, helps me relax, so I know he wants to give me that. And the Dom in him wants to make sure Reggie stays for a while afterward too. It’s just how my Sir works.

“Good. Nervous. Excited. All the things.”

He chuckles, then wraps his arms around me from behind. My speeding pulse slows down at just the closeness of him. I don’t know how he has that effect on me, how just feeling him and smelling him tells my body that everything will be okay, but it does.

“All that is normal, sweet boy. And remember, this is about fun. If it’s not fun, then we stop. It doesn’t matter how far we are into it, if you and Reggie aren’t feeling something, you tell me, and it ends.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“If you’re not into it, you need to tell us too. I don’t want you to do this just for me. I want you to do it because you want it.”

He nuzzles into my neck, sucking the skin there, but not enough to give me a hickey where anyone could see it. “Do you really think I would do something I don’t want to do?”

“No…” But I do think he likes to make the people he cares about happy. I think Marshall is more of a giver than he knows, and that he would put his own feelings aside for others. I think he locks up his emotions more than he wants to acknowledge—more than he realizes I see. The more time that passes, the more I notice him trying to hide his sadness about my parents. He thinks I don’t see it, but I do. I just don’t know what to do about it, how to fix it for him, because if I could, I would. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Marshall.

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