Page 155 of Pucking Tangled
Luca broke their kiss and leaned down to suck on Mia’s nipples as she screamed.
They guided her through her orgasm then Casey pulled her into his lap, cradling her.
“Come’re.” Waylon wrestled Luca onto the bed and laid out over him.
“Look at them, Mia,” Waylon heard Casey croon to his left. “Look how crazy you’ve made them for each other.”
Waylon couldn’t take it any longer. He finished with Luca pinned beneath him, one hand curled in his hair, the other between them, stroking them both, as they kissed through it—desperate, panting, simplylostin each other.
Afterward, they collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and sweat-soaked sheets.
“I don’t think I can move,” Luca mumbled.
“You don’t have to,” Waylon murmured. “We’ve got you.”
“And each other,” Mia added, softer.
Waylon stretched, and looked up at the mirror above them. “We look good together.”
Luca’s hand slid into his.
“No,” he said, voice rough and full of wonder. “We lookright.”
Waylon wokeup in the middle of the night and realized Luca wasn’t in bed with them anymore. He quietly got out of bed and tiptoed through the cabin until he found him, sitting on the back porch with a bottle of wine in his hand.
He stepped outside and joined him at the railing. “You okay?” Waylon asked, his voice soft—both because of thehour and because he didn’t want to startle his friend…now his lover.
Luca didn’t answer right away. He just stared up at the stars like they might have answers he didn’t. Then, finally, he exhaled. “You ever realize something about yourself way too late?”
Waylon tilted his head. “All the time. Usually while drunk or naked. Sometimes both.”
That pulled a small smile from Luca, but it faded fast. His knuckles tightened around the neck of the wine bottle.
“I think I’m demisexual,” he said, so quietly it might’ve gotten lost in the wind if Waylon hadn’t been listeningjustfor him.
He blinked. “You mean…?”
“I think I’ve only ever beenreallyattracted to people I have emotional ties to. I didn’t get it before. Now…I do. With all of you. But especially with you.”
That hit differently.
Waylon straightened, a playful quip dying on his tongue. “Me?”
Luca nodded. “You always made me feel off-balance. Too much, too close. I thought it was just your personality, or that we didn’t fit. But now, when I look at you?—”
His voice caught. He turned toward Waylon, eyes searching.
“Iseeyou. And Iwantyou. Just as much as I want Mia. Maybe even sometimes more.”
Waylon stepped closer, slow and careful. His heart was racing, but not out of fear—out of recognition. Because he’d felt the shift, too. In the way Luca lingered. The way hewatchedhim. The way he sometimes looked like he wanted to touch but was afraid to.
“I wondered. I’d been waiting to seeif you figured it out,” Waylon admitted. “I didn’t want to be another thing that confused you.”
Luca swallowed hard, his gaze zoning in on Waylon’s mouth.
“You’re not confusing,” Luca whispered. “But you do drive me crazy.”
Waylon chuckled. “So, you gonna stand out here all night thinking about what this means?”
