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“Well …” Evan trailed off for a second, as if struggling to find the right words. When he’d asked Jules about the reason for the divorce, he’d never imagined a guy from Chili’s and butt sex would have anything to do with it. “The trash always needs to be taken out, doesn’t it?”
The sentiment made Malcom chuckle. In many ways, Evan reminded him of Jules, because of his blunt manner, and lack of pretentious bullshit. No wonder he was so drawn to both of them—they were like the male and female versions of each other. “Well said.”
“What can I say?” Evan shrugged. “I have a way with words.”
Evan then got called away to help out three women at the end of the bar, and Malcom openly watched as they all flirted with Evan—and he flirted back just as hard.
It momentarily transported Malcom back to the night he and Gwen had come into this very bar and made the acquaintance of the hot bartender. He’d been charming, funny, and had sex appeal for days—and still did, if the reactions of the three women were any indication. They laughed frequently at whatever Evan was saying, which Malcom couldn’t hear, but when Evan laughed in return, the rich, melodic sound drifted over, like a caress.
The women were all very attractive, and it was easy to imagine Evan picking any one of them out for the night … and the thought of it was rather upsetting. It reminded Malcom of how he’d felt seeing Evan as he pounded into Gwen, and the jealousy which had burned hot, making Malcom utterly miserable each time he fell victim to it.
He didn’t like it now, either. Even after eight years, it still flared up like hot lava, and it made him wonder if he’d feel that way if he was watching Evan with Jules, but told himself it would be different if the three of them were together, equally. He didn’t think it would work, otherwise, but what the hell did he know?
When Evan finally finished with the women (at least until they needed another drink), their disappointment was palpable as he made his way back to Malcom.
“You’re still here,” Evan noted, wondering if Malcom was planning on staying until closing time, and hoping he wasn’t.
“Yes. We have a few more things to discuss.”
“Like what? Because I draw the line at politics.”
Leaning forward onto the bar, Malcom rested his forearms in front of him, with hands clasped. “Are you really hoping to find a fully interactive triad? Your, uh … Holy Grail?”
Jesus, Jules really had told him everything. “Yes, I am.”
“Why?”
“Because when I’m with a man, I start missing female companionship and all that it entails—the way women smell, the softness of their skin, and the sound of their voice. Not to mention, I really, really have a thing for … boobs. There, I said it.” Evan cleared his throat, then continued. “But, when I’m with a woman, enjoying all those feminine wiles, I find myself missing masculinity and all that it entails. Like a well-defined chest with a little bit of hair on it, leading down to a nice cock. There, I said that, too. And it doesn’t have to be the size of an anaconda or anything—been there, done that, and don’t need to do it again, thank you very much—it just has to be nice looking. Like yours. Yours was definitely nice.” Evan took a quick moment to picture Malcom naked (the memory of which had not faded at all over the years), before shaking the vision off. Evan was trying to forget about this guy, for Christ’s sake. “In a perfect world, I’d like to have both because being with a mananda woman seems to be what I need to be happy and complete.”
Evan’s little monologue left Malcom feeling amazed at the other man’s unapologetic honesty, not to mention feeling rather pleased to know he had a ‘nice cock’ and had to force himself back to the conversation. “When you asked Gwen about taking the three of us to the next level, and being fully interactive, were you thinking she and I might be your Holy Grail?”
“Well, I was thinking it would be worth a shot to find out.”
“So, you had strong feelings for Gwen, too?”
For a second, Evan looked conflicted. “They weren’t nearly as strong as my feelings for you,” he finally said. “So, in a way, my real motivation in wanting to go further was you. I thought my feelings for her would grow once the three of us were really together and we were all in an equal position of value, so to speak. Looking back, though, even if she’d been open to talking to you about it,youwouldn’t have been open to doing it. You weren’t ready for it. Hell, you were so far from being ready, I’m not sure what I was even thinking, to be honest.”
Evan ran a hand through his hair, messing it up a little, and making his biceps flex nicely. “I wish youhadbeen ready, though, because we could have had a lot of fun while it lasted. Alotof fun … because I’m pretty good at what I do.”
Malcom swallowed hard and decided to take the opening. “What if I was ready for it now?”
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The question took Evan completely by surprise, so much so that his body froze in place and all he could do was stare at Malcom for what felt like the length of aLord of the Ringsmovie, before snapping out of it. “Is that a rhetorical question?”
Malcom was now the one to seem surprised. “What? No. It’s a real question.”
“Why would you ask me that?”
“Because I want to know the answer. What if I was ready for it now?” Malcom repeated.
“Okay, just so we’re clear … by ‘it’ you mean a fully interactive triad?”
“Yes.”
“With … who?”
