Page 39 of The Surrogate Omega, Part One

“Would you be more comfortable on the couch?” I ask, really hoping he says no.

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never slept in a bed with another person before, let alone two. Will there be enough room?”

Logan smirks. “Trust me, Lake, there’s enough room. Ev’s got a bed big enough to host an orgy.”

Poor Lake’s face turns beet red as I scowl at Logan. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve hosted no orgies. I just like having space.”

It’s true, though. My bed is huge, way too big for the size of my bedroom. As soon as it was delivered, I wondered what possessed me to buy a bed that big. Now I have to wonder if I somehow knew one day I’d have two men I’d want to share it with, and one of those men is built like the Hulk.

“I’d like to try, if that’s ok? To sleep in the bed. I’m honestly not sure if I can. I need space sometimes, but I’d like to try.”

I kiss Lake on the side of the head. “That’s perfectly fine. Here, go wash up, and we’ll meet you inside.”

Lake nods sheepishly before entering the bathroom and closing the door. I grab Logan’s hand, and we make our way into my bedroom. The room isn’t much, but it’s the place that feels most like home for me. My massive king-sized bed takes up most of the bedroom. I have a small bedside table on one side but couldn’t manage to squeeze in a second one. My desk takes up the majority of the other half of the room. Thankfully, I have a large closet, because I don’t have room for a dresser. I did get some drawers installed inside the closet that are easily removed when I decide not to renew my lease, so I have a place for things I don’t want hung up, like socks and underwear.

Besides the lack of space, it’s a warm and comforting place that makes me relaxed. The walls are painted a deep hunter green, my favorite color, and decorated with some of my favorite art. Actually, I commissioned my tattoo artist to draw quite a few of the art pieces I have hanging up throughout my apartment.

As soon as we enter the room, Logan slips out of his gray sweatpants and throws them into the corner of the room. Gods, he is so fucking hot. I can’t get over how this man, the fucking perfect specimen, is becoming mine. After years and years of wishful thinking, this is finally becoming a reality. Add in Lake, and this whole thing only becomes more special. Deep down in my soul, I know it’s meant to be.

Logan pulls down the covers and climbs in the bed. He pats spot next to him with a sleepy smile. “Come here, babe. I want to snuggle with my men.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I crawl next to him and settle down. Immediately, I find comfort within Logan’s muscular arms. As the toilet flushes and the water turns on in the bathroom, I turn to Logan. “I know you’re not homophobic or anything, but I keep waiting for you to freak out about all of this.”

Logan chuckles as he plays absently with my hair. I usually keep it slicked back, but after my shower, I didn’t bother putting any product in it, so it’s all in my face and probably looks insane right now. But I do enjoy the hell out of Logan massaging my head.

“Honestly, me too. But, I don’t know. Everything seems like this is meant to be, so why fight it? And it doesn’t bother me at all if I’m attracted to men. I mean, sure, I thought I’d figure out my sexuality before thirty-two, but I know it doesn’t always work out that way.”

I don’t want to make a big deal about it, but I have to ask. “And this thing with us? I mean, you’ve known me since we were kids, and suddenly you want more than friendship? I’m not complaining; I’m just trying to understand where it’s coming from.”

Logan is serious as he plays with the strands of my dark hair. “I really don’t know how to answer that, babe. I don’t know why I suddenly see you in a completely different light, but I do. Maybe it’s because you were so far in the friend box for me, I had my eyes closed to any other possibility? Or maybe it’s because I had no inkling of an attraction to men, and I was blind to the way I felt? All I know is it started when you were trying to find Lake, and then the day I saw you jacking off? Yeah, something snapped into place for me. I know that’s a shitty answer, but that’s all I got.”

I know I can make a bigger deal about it, but I don’t want to. I know Logan never meant to hurt me or string me along. Neither of us can change the order things happened in. We just have to make the most of the situation we currently have. And I’m more than happy to do that.

The door to the bathroom opens, and I hear Lake walk down the hallway and into my room. He hesitates at the door when he sees Logan and me in bed already. I lick my lips at the picture Lake is right now. He’s wearing loose navy-blue sweatpants with a long-sleeve light-gray sleep shirt. His hair is mussed up like he’s already been asleep, and he’s barefoot. He has his bag strapped to his shoulder, but he’s holding it tightly to his chest.

“Maybe I should sleep on the couch.” Lake takes a step back, and I quickly disentangle myself from Logan and crawl to the edge of the bed so I’m closer to him where he stands by the door.

“Can you tell me why, sweetheart? If you’re uncomfortable sharing, then of course, I’ll help you get set up. But if you think Logan and I don’t want you here, then I promise you that’s not the case.”

Logan raises his eyebrows and stretches his arm out welcomely. “Yeah, Little Bird, it’s not the same without you. Come here and snuggle between us.”

Lake bites his lip as he watches the two of us. “Are you sure? It might become too much for me. But, I’d like to try, if that’s ok?”

I smile sweetly at this beautiful man and hold out my hand to him. “That’s more than ok. Come sleep with us.”

I take his overnight bag from him and place it on the floor near the door, and then I hold my hand out toward Lake as an invitation. Lake grins shyly and takes my hand. We get the man settled in between the two of us. Logan wraps one arm around Lake and puts his other hand over Lake’s head. I reach out and take his hand and snuggle my front up against Lake’s back. We’re all connected, and it feels amazing—right. I swear to gods, I feel an actual spark run through me once the three of us are all connected. What this means, I have no idea. All I know is that this is where I’m meant to be, and I wouldn’t want anything else.

I’m not sure what happened, but we must have all fallen asleep, because before I know it, I’m waking up to the weight of a person climbing over me. I don’t even have to open my eyes to know it’s Lake. Just the feel of his slim body against mine is so different than the solid muscular figure of Logan.

“What’cha doing, sweetheart?” I ask huskily without opening my eyes.

I feel Lake startle on top of me, and then I hear a crash as he falls to the floor. My eyes fly open. Lake is sitting on the floor, looking startled and rubbing his ass. I climb out of the bed and kneel beside him. “Are you ok, sweetheart? What were you doing?”

“I had to use the bathroom, but both of you were sleeping. I was trying to get around you without waking you.” Lake flinches. “Sorry that didn’t go as planned.”

I chuckle quietly and glance at the bed. Logan has rolled over and opened his eyes, a mixture of amusement and concern there. “Is there a reason you're on the floor?”

I think there’s very few things I love more than Lake’s blush, and right now it’s crawling down his neck. I help Lake to his feet and kiss his cheek. “Go on, sweetheart, and do your thing.”

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