Page 15 of Simply Perfection
Before he knew it, they’d stopped, and when Trevor opened his eyes, he was standing in front of the dark-haired warrior he’d laid eyes on when he came into the club. He looked over at Matt in confusion. “Matt?”
“Trevor, this is Niall Roberge.” Matt put his arm around Trevor’s waist. “Niall, this is Trevor Mitchell.”
Trevor held his hand out to Niall.A striking name to go with a striking man.“Hi, nice to meet you.”
Niall’s hand enclosed Trevor’s, and a shiver ran down the length of his body.
“It’s an honor to meet you as well. Please have a seat.”
Trevor looked at the seating arrangement and was unsure where to sit. Niall had taken a seat on the bench, and there was only one chair. If he sat there, then Matt would have to sit next to Niall. Trevor didn’t know whether he liked that idea. The man was too good looking for comfort, and gave off an air of confidence and maturity more suited to Matt than Trevor considered himself to be. Then again, it would be rude to sit next to another man when on a date with Matt.
Trevor looked back and forth between the two men. A palpable vibe existed there. Logan had said that Matt wasn’t the cheating type, but the evidence pointed to … Oh, wait a minute. Maybe Matt wasn’t into cheating so much as he was into sharing.
Trevor sat in the single chair. “So, Matt … wanna tell me what’s going on? I have a feeling that my assumptions about this evening were a tad off.”
“Not completely. I invited you out tonight because I felt a special connection between us last night. It may be too late to stop your quick brain from spinning all sorts of scenarios, but I’m asking you to keep an open mind until all the cards have been laid out on the table.” Matt turned to Niall. “I think it may be best for you to tell Trevor about yourself before we continue.”
Niall’s eyes met Trevor’s across the table. “I met Matt a week ago at the Fenway Health fair. However, it was not the first time I had seen him.”
Niall’s statement confused Trevor. If he only met Matt a week ago, then the two were not in a long-term relationship and looking for a playmate.
Niall continued, “From the time I was old enough to understand adult relationships, I’ve searched for the men who would complete my life. I grew up surrounded by the love of my two grandfathers and grandmother, who shared their hearts and bed with one another. When the time came for me to begin my search for my soul mates, I knew I wanted to share a similar bond. I am a Mohegan, and while I was raised in a modern home, our nation is deeply rooted in the traditions of our people. Several weeks ago I had a dream. In this dream were two men.” Niall looked at Matt sitting next to him. “Matt is one of those men.” He then turned and looked at Trevor. “You are the other.”
Trevor saw Matt breathe out a sigh as if he were relieved. He held up his hand to stop Niall from continuing. “So you believe that Matt and I are destined to be yours?”
Niall shook his head. “No. I am yours as much as you will be mine.”
Trevor looked at Matt. “What about you? What are your thoughts on all this? If Niall has wanted a threesome his entire life, then what makes you want to get involved in an arrangement this complicated?”
“I’ve taken part in ménages for most of my sexual life. It started out as a lark in college, then I grew to crave the unique connection between three sexual partners. A few years ago I finally accepted the fact that something deep inside me said that’s what it would take for me to be complete. I’ve tried dating in a more traditional manner, even with men who were not into threesomes, and I was faithful. However, a feeling of partial emptiness always lingered in me. Consequently, those relationships never lasted long.” Matt turned to look at Niall. “When I met Niall, a spark of recognition fired within me. I knew in an instant he would become special to me.” He faced Trevor across the table. “The same spark erupted across my skin when we shook hands for the first time.”
“And Niall’s dream? How do you reconcile that with your belief in modern medicine?”
“I don’t believe I have to. For a relationship to work, one person’s beliefs don’t have to be identical to their partner’s. What’s important is whether those people want the same things in life.” Matt placed his hand on the table, palm up. “I’m willing to try.”
Niall placed his hand on top of Matt’s, palm up. “I’m willing.”
Did he go all in or fold? Trevor knew that if he said no, he would lose Matt. Granted, they’d only had half a date and one kiss, but for the first time in what seemed like forever, Trevor had gone to bed with a smile on his face last night. Throughout the day he’d had butterflies in his stomach when he thought about seeing Matt again tonight, maybe even getting another one of Matt’s incredible kisses.
He looked across at Niall. The man was undeniably attractive. He knew only the most minor of details about this man, and yet there they sat asking Trevor to commit to a type of relationship he had zero experience in. Trevor’d had his share of one-night stands, so while a ménage would be more hands, mouths, andcocks than he’d ever experienced at once, that didn’t hold him back. In fact, that sounded pretty damn hot, especially with the two men sitting across from him. No, what had Trevor on the fence was the intensity in their stares and the expectations he sensed in their speech. Niall firmly believed that Trevor and Matt were his destined soulmates, and Matt was willing to go along with that belief if it meant he finally found happiness.
So what do I believe?
Trevor stared at the two hands. It was up to him, and it all came down to one thing.
Chapter Five
Trevor placed his hand on top of Matt and Niall’s. “What’ve I got to lose?”
I hope it’s not my sanity.
The smiles coming from both Matt and Niall nearly blinded Trevor. Two more hands landed on top of Trevor’s, and the heat surrounding his hand traveled up his arm and floated around his heart before dissipating.
“How about I get us some drinks?” Matt said.
Niall nodded. “I’d love a vodka tonic. Trevor?”
Trevor was once again held captive by Niall’s dark eyes. “Bushmills Black Bush, on the rocks.”
