Page 427 of Seasons of Love
“We are,” Mal said. “We are yours, Jake.” He ran his hand through my hair gently.
I felt Griff nod against me, and then he whispered in my ear, “Will you be ours too?”
14
GRIFF
My eyes met Mal’s over Jake’s head.
I always knew navigating a three-way relationship would be complex. There would be times when we wouldn’t be on the same page. Maybe we’d all have self-doubts at the same time. Or maybe, just as one of us found our place, another would suddenly struggle. It could really make your head hurt to think of the rollercoaster of emotions.
But I knew it was worthwhile because the moment we’d just had in the shower was real. We were real. Maybe we just needed to help each other get there.
I saw Mal’s eyes dim a little the longer we waited for Jake’s answer to my question.
When Jake raised his head from my shoulder, his eyes were full of uncertainty.
He looked at Mal and me as if he were steeling himself before he said, “I don’t want to be an extra. I don’t want to be left behind.”
Mal was quicker than me to react because my own brain was busy trying to understand the depth of his words and his worry that we would push him aside at some point, or that he wouldn’t be on equal footing.
I stood aside as Mal placed a small kiss on Jake’s lips and lifted him until Jake had his legs wrapped around Mal’s waist before he walked to the bedroom.
Mal placed Jake on the bed and removed all the towels, including the one he had wrapped around his waist. Mine had fallen off at some point between the bathroom and the bed, and I didn’t care to pick it up.
There were more important things to focus on.
Like watching the way Mal kissed Jake’s stomach, and how Jake reacted with a shy laugh before Mal settled his weight over him.
I watched Jake’s cock come back to life under Mal’s touch, but I knew that wasn’t his end goal. He was just doing what he’d done to me countless times. Grounding me with the power of his love and his body.
My own nerves settled a little, knowing that, at this moment, Mal wasn’t the one who needed care. Somehow he’d come to accept what we all had together.
I lay on my side next to Jake, cradling his head. He was warm and smooth. It felt good to run my hand down his sides and then up and over Mal as if they were one complete entity.
“Do you feel how hard I am, Jake?” Mal asked. He wasn’t grinding or moving over Jake. He was simply there.
“Yes,” Jake answered, and then he looked at me. I smiled at him.
“It’s for you too,” Mal said as he nuzzled Jake’s neck, placing soft kisses on his skin. “I want to be with you as much as I want to be with Griff. You are no second best, no extra, no leftover.”
Jake nodded.
“It’s okay to have doubts,” he carried on. “God knows I’ve been struggling with this for a long time now, but someone very smart once told me to follow my heart because he’d always be there with me. So that’s what I’m doing. Neither of us can make any promises, but I hope we can all trust that at least what we all feel is real, and it won’t go away.”
“I tried,” Jake said. “I tried to make it go away, but every night I dreamed about you. I dreamed I was part of you, and every morning I woke up to the same reality that I wasn’t—”
Mal cut off Jake’s words with a claiming kiss while I whispered in his ear, “You are part of us now. Trust us. Let us be part of you too.”
As I hoped, the combination of my reassuring words and Mal’s grounding weight was enough to settle Jake. But only for a moment because he soon began to move his hips and grind against Mal.
His increasingly desperate moans reawakened my dick, and as much as I’d happily take myself in hand while I watched, I wanted to be a part of them.
I moved down the bed and settled behind Mal. As if he knew what I had in mind, he opened his legs. Jake, who’d already given Mal enough space between his legs, tightened them around his waist.
The image in front of me was the stuff of my teenage dreams.
I was looking at the yin and yang of Jake’s smooth hole, glistening with Mal’s precum and Mal’s round, soft, and much hairier butt. They were smooth and rough, soft and hard, and if I didn’t get a move on, I was going to come on the spot just by looking at them.
