Page 64 of Phantom Faceoff
“Cheeky brat,” I mutter, and it makes him grin. “Fine. If there’s something I want to see, I’ll tell you. While we’re at it, let’s go over what wedon’twant to happen.”
“Obviously Mal and I won’t be interacting in any sexual way,” Julian says. “Zander knows how I am in bed. And Mal? I’m up for anything you throw at me.”
Zander nuzzles into Julian’s neck, peeking up at me like he’s trying to copy Julian’s innocence—which I don’t buy for a second.
“Your dick is off limits,” he says, and I shudder. “But what about kissing?”
“You can kiss me. Jules too, if he wants.”
Julian grins, but Zander’s falls.
“Or not? Is that a limit for you, Wildfire?”
His expressions grows contemplative, and he eventually nods. He hesitates before he speaks, eyes brewing with conflict.
I step forward and card a hand through his hair, directing his face up to mine.
“This doesn’t work if we aren’t honest with each other.”
His arms tighten around Julian, but his eyes remain locked on me. “I feel like a hypocrite. I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”
A cage of butterflies opens in my chest, the breath in my lungs growing heavy and hot.
“New rule then,” I say, tendrils of excitement spreading through my body. “Nobody touches me without Wildfire’s permission.” As soon as relief settles into his eyes, I tug his hair and recapture his attention. “Not even me.”
Julian wiggles in Zander’s grasp. “Oh. He likes that.”
I figured he would.
“You’re sure you’re good with all of this?” I ask, shifting my focus to Jules—red cheeked and smiling.
“Absolutely.”
I can still tell that he’s holding back, so I clear my throat and put a little space between the three of us.
“Wildfire, why don’t you get cleaned up in the bathroom while Jules and I have a chat?”
Zander nods and kisses Julian’s cheek. On his way past, he grabs and gives my fingers a quick squeeze before shutting himself into the bathroom.
I sit down on the bed beside Julian, and as soon as we hear the shower running, he sighs and throws himself back on the mattress.
“Daddy,” he whines. “God, I’ve been dying to say that.”
I had my smile behind my hand. “I could tell.”
He pouts his lip out. “Don’t tease me. I’m horny and Little at the same time. That’s new for me.”
Nodding, I stroke a hand through his hair, which he promptly grabs and presses to his cheek. “I know, baby. Is this going to be too much for you?”
“As long as it makes you happy”—he kisses my palm— “I want this.”
What did I do to deserve a friend like him?
“I just don’t want things to be weird.”
Julian’s playful smiles takes over, and he drops my hand, propping up on his elbows.
“Malachi. You told me that you’ve had actual daydreams about Zander and I fucking. Did that bother me? Not at all. It’s not likeyouwere thinking about fucking me.”
