Page 177 of The Substitute
“I’m really okay with it. Just like I have relationships with you separately, you guys need that, too.” I tell him, running my hands down both of their heads to squeeze their necks. “I would never come between that.”
“But—” Ambrose interrupts.
“Really. I’m not mad. I’m so fucking happy, actually.” I smile, my chest warm and full.
“Happy?” Ambrose is confused.
“Yes!”
They exchange a look.
“This doesn’t mean all our shit is worked out and we won’t fight,” Ambrose warns, giving me a look.
“Fighting is half the fun,” Savage says with a grin.
I roll my eyes at Savage and reply seriously to Ambrose. “Of course it doesn’t, but it’s a step in the right direction. It means you’re starting to heal some of the hurt.” I cup his cheek and kiss his forehead.
“You’re really not mad? Not feeling some kind of replaceable way?” Ambrose asks.
“Not at all. I think you guys are starting to rub off on me.” I hug them both to me, needing them to feel it.
Savage snorts.
“What?” I look at him, confused.
“We rub off on you regularly,” Savage says, clearly happy with himself.
“And in you,” Ambrose chuckles.
“Really? Cum jokes right now?” I look between them and can’t help but laugh. These two are definitely going to keep things interesting.
“You said it, not me.” Savage holds his hands up in an ‘I’m innocent’ motion.
“I’m trying to be serious!”
“Then maybe don’t use euphemisms for jacking off?” Savage suggests.
“I’m not?—”
“He’s delightful.” Ambrose cuts me off. “Really charming. I can see why you like him.”
“It’s about time you started to realize it.” Savage reaches for Ambrose’s cock and strokes it. Ambrose moans and leans heavier into me. Fuck that’s hot. “I’m not done with this.”
“It’s about to be crawling with hockey players in here.” Ambrose groans, hips flexing, and I’m rock hard just watching. “We don’t have time.”
“What? No!” I whine. “Don’t stop.”
Savage smirks at me. “We’ll continue at home.”
Ambrose puts his angry cock away and hisses before he stands. Jesus. Okay, maybe hockey stuff can be sexy. I will have to ponder that later.
We end up at Savage’s since he has the bigger bed and we’re all feeling needy tonight. They filled me in on what happened, and I definitely think we need to connect and solidify our relationships.
The door is barely closed when Ambrose is pulling his clothes off, then reaching for mine. Savage is the last one in the room, and he’s carrying a chair from the dining room.
Ambrose looks at it, then up at Savage. “I’m not sitting in the cuck chair.”
“No, you aren’t.” He turns that wicked grin on me. “Tobi is.”
