I was still processing what he’d said. How he’d sucked Brax, made him come in his mouth. When Zeke said it, it seemed more like a revelation than a simple fact. And he’d been sharing Brax with me afterward.
Was I in some sort of alternate universe? Or maybe I was asleep. This could’ve been a dream or even a fantasy. God knew I’d been thinking about the two of them all damn day. Ever since I slipped out of the house seeking solitude so I could think. However, none of my thoughts had prepared me to find them like that.
While I was still in a daze from Zeke’s kiss, I managed to stumble up the stairs with Brax following close behind.
Once I was in Zeke’s room, I paused, staring around, wondering what would come next. Brax appeared in front of me and then he was kissing me. His chest slammed against mine, knocking me backward a few steps. Raw, unbridled passion poured off him in waves. Warmth infused me and not only lust. Emotions churned in my chest as I fought to catch up with what was happening.
“I love you, Case,” Brax whispered. “I need you to know that. I need you to know that’ll never change. No matter how much … I love Zeke, too.”
That twinge in my chest reappeared, but it wasn’t painful like this morning. It felt more like hope.
There were only two points in my life when I’d felt like this. The first had been after John’s death, when his dad had invited me over to his new apartment for dinner. I’d been so fucked up back then, completely shattered by losing John. I had needed something, someone who could keep his memory alive. That night had changed my entire universe, but not in a good way.
The second time was when I met Brax. From the first moment I met him, there had been something that drew me in, kept me tethered. I fell in love with him almost instantly.
Zeke had never given me that hopeful feeling because he’d always been up front with me. Not that I hadn’t done quite a bit of wishful thinking these past few weeks. And this morning, when Brax said it aloud, I’d realized that everything really had changed. Although it hurt to know Brax’s love was now divided between us, it was something I could accept. Provided we could have Zeke.
Was it possible to have everything I’d ever wanted? Because I could admit I needed what Zeke offered on a sadistic level, but I needed more than that. I didn’t want Zeke to fill one aspect of my life and Brax the other. My feelings for them weren’t separate, distinguishable. They had morphed into one. I wanted all of them, not just parts.
“I don’t know how this works,” I admitted.
I’d never been in a relationship like this one. Never fallen for two men before. Yet that was exactly where I found myself. I was a different person when I was with them. I didn’t hold myself responsible for the sins of my past, because everything that had ever happened had led me to this moment. To these men.
Footsteps sounded from behind me and I released Brax so I could turn and face Zeke. His eyes were roaming over us, probably taking in the scene. Uncertainty filled his gaze, and for a moment, I thought he would flee.
But he didn’t.
Zeke remained motionless, as though he wasn’t sure how to approach us or even what he wanted.
I decided to tell him. “If you’re coming into this room, we want Zeke. The man, not the Sadist.”
“How do you know they’re not one and the same?” he countered, but I could see the relief in his gaze.
“Because that sadistic side is only part of who you are. And we’ve spent plenty of time with him. But not with you.”
I had no desire to dominate him in any way, but I did want to be his equal for a little while.
Brax and I moved at the same time, inching closer to Zeke. He was still motionless, staring as though he couldn’t quite wrap his head around what was happening.
Without thought, I reached him first and slid my hand behind his head, pulling him down so that our lips brushed, lightly at first, but I didn’t linger, leaning in for a kiss and holding him to me.
Within seconds, his arms were around me, jerking me tightly against him, the heat from his body melding with mine. He walked me back toward the bed and I reached for Brax, wanting him there, needing him with us.
I broke the kiss and Brax picked up where I left off, his lips sealing to Zeke’s while I worked the buttons free from Zeke’s shirt. He shifted and moved, allowing me access to every part of him. His muscles were tense, but so were mine.