Page 22 of Hunk Sandwich
“It is. You are my mate.”
“Exactly. And for reasons I don’t understand yet, I love sharing you, not with just anyone, but with him. It turns me on to see his hands on your body and your cock inside him. Just like it turns you on to see him with me.”
“God, yes. It does.”
“We have enough love between us to shower him with affection and not to take any of it away from each other. And we have enough space and money and time to do so.”
Ollie hugged me tightly.
“That’s exactly how I feel. I just want to be all cute and shit and care for him the way I do for you. And God, darling. I want himto know what it means to be taken care of by you. Being loved by you is the most wonderful feeling in the world.”
“Oh, älskling. I feel the same way about you.” I placed a soft kiss on his lips. “And perhaps he will feel like that one day. Let’s just take this one date at a time.”
Chapter 19
Kaspar
My heart hammered in my chest as I pressed the doorbell. I had some snacks and a six pack of my favourite beer in a bag. And no idea why I was this fucking nervous.
Last time I’d been here, we had fucked like animals until we had passed out in a pile, laying in puddles of our cum.
I never thought I could sleep like that, or that I would have the best and most restful sleep of my life in a married couple’s bed after a threesome.
The buzzer sounded, and I opened the heavy glass door to their building, choosing to take the lift to their floor.
I don’t trust my legs.
“Kaspar.” Bo’s deep, rumbling voice greeted me. He held out an arm to invite me into a hug.
He wore a white shirt, soft navy joggers, and no shoes.
He has pretty feet.
I inhaled his earthy, manly scent and let him embrace me for a moment.
“Bo. Congratulations on your win yesterday.”
“Ah, you heard? Thank you.” He backed away, exposing his sharp fangs in a grin. “It’s good to see you again. Come in.”
He plucked the bag out of my hands and waited until I had taken my shoes off.
“Ollie just ordered our food. Ah, here he is.”
“Kas!” Oliver looked dashing, too. A tight long-sleeved shirt hugged his chest. He had paired it with slightly more elegant trousers that reminded me of expensive yoga wear. I felt a little underdressed in a pair of jeans and a band shirt.
“Oh, it’s lovely to see you.” He hugged me. “Come in, we still need to pick a film. Darling, can you get started on the popcorn?”
Bo snorted and bent down to kiss his husband.
“I will, älskling.”
“I’m hopeless,” Ollie explained, taking hold of my forearm and guiding me into the living area. Soft indirect light gave it a cosy feel. “I always burn the popcorn.”
The doorbell saved me from fumbling for a reply. “I’ll get it!” Ollie called out to Bo. “Be right back,” he said to me as he squeezed my leg and left for the door.
He returned at the same time as Bo. One carried a stack of pizza boxes, the other a gigantic bowl of popcorn.
This is my idea of paradise. Two hot guys laden with food and a prospect of sex for dessert.
