by Skyler Snow
"I took them out. My eyes were dry," he mumbled. "Did you see that Reece is cooking dinner?"
I nodded. "I did." I pulled over a chair. "He's a... cute kid, isn't he?"
Lukas' fingers paused. He glanced over at me. My stomach did a funny little dance. Did I overstep with him again? I knew how he felt about things, but Reece felt different. No, he was different.
"Do you... like him?" Lukas asked softly. He laughed under his breath. "I'm asking it like I'm a fucking middle-school boy."
I pulled his chair over and frowned. "Sorry, I shouldn't say things—"
"I like him too."
I blinked. Did Lukas really say what I thought he'd said? No, I had to be daydreaming again. It was all in my head and I was just short on sleep and on edge. That was it, right?
"I like him too," Lukas said again. "I don't know what it is about Reece, but I have the hardest fucking time not feeling something for him."
"You're serious?" I asked, and searched his face closely.
"Yeah." He shrugged. "I know it's weird. He's too young and inexperienced, but..." He smiled. "The other night when he said he wouldn't mind giving us his virginity? It did something for me." I scratched my head. "It was more than that, of course, but I just feel so protective of him, and I don't know, I feel like he belongs here. Don't you?"
"I do.”
I’d felt like that for a while, but I wasn't trying to pursue some young guy that lived with us, especially when Lukas was already on edge. I frowned. "Still, I'm sure he's in no position to be… you know."
"With us?" Lukas asked as his eyes searched mine. "I don't think so either.” He turned back to his computer. "It was just something on my mind."
I nodded, but Lukas was already back in writer's world. I stood up and kissed the top of his head. Lukas didn't move, he was too focused on his document. I walked into our bedroom and pushed my fingers through my hair.
Would it be so wrong if we were with Reece? He needed the support and adoration that both of us could provide. We would both care for him and support him. I stripped out of my uniform and laid it out. I needed to wash it, but first I wanted a nice, long shower.
"Dinner's ready!" I turned as Reece burst into my room with a smile on his face and a spoon in his hand. "I wanted you to taste this— Fuck."
I raised a brow. We both stared at each other. Slowly, Reece's eyes trailed down my body and he locked in on my dick. I raised a brow.
The door burst open wider and slammed into the wall. "I forgot he's probably getting dressed, Reece! Don't— Oh. Too late."
Lukas stared between the two of us. His cheeks reddened and he tapped Reece's arm who was frozen and staring at me. The boy still wouldn't tear his eyes away.
"You've never seen a dick before?" I asked.
"No one's but mine. Except for porn. I've seen porn." His spoon dipped.
I quickly put it in my mouth to save the carpet. "It's good. Really good." I handed the spoon back and smiled. "I'll be down in a minute. Let me get dressed."
"Why?" Lukas and Reece asked at the same time.
I raised a brow. "Will you two perverts get out of here?"
"Just do one quick turn," Lukas grinned. "So we get the whole picture."
"Lukas!"
"I'm going!" He grabbed Reece's arm. "Let's get out of here and let Mr. Grumpy get his clothes on."
I shook my head as the two of them scurried out of the room. What was I supposed to do with them? I grabbed some sweats and a t-shirt and beelined for the bathroom. Usually, I took my time for a shower, but I knew they were waiting for me and I didn't want dinner to get cold. I dried off, dressed in my comfortable clothes and made my way to the kitchen. Both of them glanced up at me from the table and I raised a brow.
"Are you two going to stare at me forever?"
"Oh, yeah," Reece muttered.
I grinned. "Stop that. I'm just trying to eat."
"Right, food!" Reece hopped up and went to the stove. I sat down and it only took a minute before he came back with a big bowl of pasta and garlic bread on the side. "Try it."
I picked up my fork, spun it around and bit into it. "This is great." I smiled. "I love it."
Reece smiled. "That's what I wanted to hear." He untied his apron and laid it on the island before he joined us once again. "Let's eat."
I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed with Lukas. He was on his tablet as usual, his head buried in a book. When I was next to him though, he laid it down and glanced at me.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I think we need to talk about Reece."
I groaned. "We talked about this earlier."
"No, no, not that." He bit his lip. "I think he needs to see someone. He's been so upset and down, but he's getting better bit by bit too." Lukas touched my arm. "I’ve found a psychologist who will take him on and we can cover the fees. What do you think?"
I nodded. "I think it's a good idea. Did you talk to him about it?"
Lukas nodded. "Yeah, I did. He was a little reluctant at first, but I think it'll be alright." He ran a hand over my chest. "He needs this."
"I don't doubt it."
I kissed Lukas. He was such a considerate and loving man. It was one of the reasons I'd fallen in love with him, and why I continued to be ecstatic that we were together. Anyone would be lucky to have him. I knew I was.
My fingers pushed underneath his shirt. I ran my nails over his pert nipples and Lukas shuddered in response. I ran my teeth over his throat and my mind went to Reece. Both of us teasing and playing with the boy, yeah it made my cock twitch. I pulled back a bit.
"I really want to talk to Reece about it," I muttered. "About us."
Lukas glanced up at me. "What if he's not into it? He might be uncomfortable and agree to seeing us just to keep us happy so he can stay." He reached up and played with my hair. "I don't think it would even be fair to ask."
I frowned. "You're right about that." I wrapped my arms around Lukas and pulled him closer to me. "You would be okay with it though? You said before that you were unsure."
"I was, but Reece is different." He shrugged. "He's not one of those assholes we had a problem with before. He's sweet, and I don't know, I shouldn't drool over him," Lukas laughed. "Let's just leave it alone."
I pulled back so I could look at him. "I'm not saying that we have to go after him. What I'm saying is that if you can accept someone, then we can try again, you know?" I caressed his cheek. "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad."
"Maybe." Lukas nodded softly, but he still looked unsure.
"Do you want me to look again?" I watched him carefully. “If you don’t that’s okay too.”
He was quiet for a minute, but Lukas finally nodded. I smiled at him and kissed his head. My boyfriend relaxed in my arms. Good. I could at least do that for him. I understood why he didn't want to drag Reece into our things. As much as I liked the boy, I didn't want to do it either if it was going to make him feel pressured. If he wanted to be with us, I needed it to be because that’s what he wanted, not because he felt as if he had to survive.
13
Reece
"You two look hot!" I walked into the kitchen and put my plates into the dishwasher.
Both Lukas and Carsen were dressed in button-up shirts. Carsen wore black, but Lukas wore a salmon color button up and a red bow tie. It felt like him, eccentric and amazing. Both of them wore darker jeans and had big grins on their faces.
"Is it date night or something?" I asked. I leaned against the counter.
"Something like that." Lukas fidgeted with his shirt. He glanced over at Carsen. "We're meeting someone."
"You're meeting someone?" I asked, and tilted my head. "Like friends for dinner or something?"
Carsen and Lukas exchanged looks. My eyebrow lifted. What were they hiding? It wasn't like them to look so sneaky and secretive. Carsen fixed his shirt and grabbed his keys.
"Actually, we have a date."
"You have a-a date? What?" I
stared between the two of them and furrowed my brow. "Did you two break up?"
Lukas shook his head. "Nope, we're still together."
I held up my hands. "Wait, wait, wait. So, you're still together, but you're going on a date with other people?"
"Other person." Carsen corrected. "Lukas and I have been considering adding a third person to our relationship for a long time, and we're finally feeling like we can give that to someone and support another person.”
"I know that's probably a little weird..." Lukas trailed. "A lot of people don't understand it."
I was lost for words. My eyes moved between the two of them until I felt like I was going to get dizzy. They couldn't be serious, right? They were just going to go out and be with someone else? It was weird. Too weird. I frowned.
"Don't wait up for us." Carsen slipped a hand around Lukas' waist. "If things go well we might be out all night." He looked excited and my stomach dropped. "Goodnight, Reece."
"Night, Reece," Lukas waved. "Feel free to relax and enjoy yourself."
I watched as they left the house. I was still frozen to the spot, staring after them in confusion and... what was that emotion? I gripped my shirt. I didn't like the idea of them going out to meet some random person. What if they got hurt? What if...
I shook my head. There was no point in doing what ifs, but I couldn't help it. My brain automatically screamed that I should go after them and stop this, but what the hell would I even say? It would make me look like a crazy person, or at the very least, a jealous asshole. I had no say or control over who they saw, but if they were going to open their relationship, then what was wrong with opening it to me?
I snatched up my phone from the counter and dialed Aylah. "What's up, hon?" She asked.
"Your uncles, do you know where they might be going tonight?"
"Hmm, I have no idea. Why don't you text and ask them?" She stopped. "Are you okay? Is it an emergency?"
I bit my lip. How the hell was I supposed to explain things to her? Or them for that matter? No matter what I said it would end up sounding odd and insecure, and I would be embarrassed as hell. I bit my lip. What if they found someone though? What if he was cute and funny and perfect for them?
"Reece?"
I shook my head. "No, no I'm okay," I muttered. "Want to go out somewhere?"
"I thought you were being strictly monitored after our last hangout."
I shrugged. "They're not here and besides, I'm an adult." I gripped my phone. "Pretty sure I can do whatever I want."
"Oooh, someone sounds irritated as fuck,” she teased. “Spill. What's wrong?"
I hated lying to Aylah, but they were her uncles after all. She wouldn't understand. As much as she teased me about them, I knew there was no way in hell she would want me with them—especially considering the fact that even Lukas said it was weird. Would it be even weirder with me? I didn't know.
"Reece!" she snapped. "Come on, you're hiding something. I always know when you're hiding something."
I fiddled with the counter. "They're going to meet someone. This guy. Someone for both of them to, I don't know, fuck, date, something."
"Ah, I got it.” She was quiet for a minute and I could almost see her nodding. “You're jealous."
"No!" I shot back. "That's not it."
Aylah laughed. "Bullshit. Don't try to tell me you don't want both of their dicks."
I shuddered. "Those are your uncles!"
"Oh, please, they're my uncles, but I don't view them as fucking saints, Reece. They're men. They're humans. All of us want to fuck and be loved. That's like the basis of everything good in life." She sighed. "Get dressed."
“You being a psychologist is going to be a pain in my ass.” I groaned. “Why do I need to do that?”
"Just get dressed. Don't make me have to drag you out of the house. I'll be there in fifteen."
Before I could protest any further Aylah hung up the phone. I stared at it confused and frowned. Whatever she had planned I needed to get dressed. I thought about what she said while I walked back to my bedroom. Maybe she was right. It wasn't all that weird when I thought about it. I wondered why they were looking for a third.
I quickly got dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a long, dark maroon shirt that fell off of one shoulder. I shoved my fingers through my hair trying to tame it. What was Aylah planning? I paced until she knocked on the door and I threw it open.
"Come on." She turned on her heels.
I quickly closed the door and scrambled to lock it. "Wait, where are we going?"
"Don't worry about it."
Aylah was even bossier than usual. Instead of arguing with her I climbed into the passenger seat. She took off and I glanced over at her every once in a while, but her face was straight, her eyes on the road.
"Will you please just tell me something? Anything at all?"
"Nope." She pulled off of the highway. "The only thing you need to know is that I'm doing this for your own good."
"My... my own good?" I frowned. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Aylah was quiet until she pulled into a parking lot and pointed at a restaurant. "That’s where they are. Go."
I blinked at her. "What the fuck do you mean, 'go'? What am I supposed to do?"
She grinned. "Oh come on, you're not that sweet. Go crash their date."
I gawked. Was Aylah literally insane? There was no way I could do that. I'd barely come to terms with the fact that I liked them both. Now she wanted me to go and crash their date?
"Or," she started. "You can sit here and be worried about it and just let them run off with someone else. And you live there. You'll get to see them, watch them as they grow close to someone who isn't you, when all you had to do was open your mouth."
"Shit." I bounced my leg up and down. "Sometimes I really hate you."
"You love me." She grinned and patted my knee. "Go. I believe in you."
"You're insane is what you are," I muttered as I grabbed the door handle and the door opened. "If this all goes to shit, I'll never forgive you."
"Yeah, you will." Aylah smiled at me. "I'll be sitting here and waiting, just in case things don't go your way, but I think you need to do this."
"And if everything goes south and I get kicked out of their house?"
"You won't," she insisted. "Trust me. I see something there between not just you, but them. They want you. I think they just need to see that you want them too." She drummed her fingers on the wheel. "Now, go get your men."
I stared at her and bit my lip. "Thank you, Aylah."
She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Always. What are best friends for?"
I closed the door. She had a point. If I didn't at least try, I would be letting an opportunity slip through my fingers because I was afraid to explore the unknown. I still didn't know if I was capable of a full-blown relationship with a man, let alone two, but I wanted to try. I wanted to try it for them.
I held up my head. Okay, if I was going to do it, then I was going to do it right. They had only ever seen the softest sides of me. I'd been too out of it to be anyone else, except for the night that they brought me home when I was drunk. I pushed my fingers through my hair. It was time to show them a different side of me. The real me.
I strolled into the building and looked around. The restaurant was pretty packed. I glanced around looking for the two of them. My eyes finally found them tucked away into a little corner. An attractive blond male sat across from them, smiling and laughing. All of them were. They were having such a good time. The jealousy reared its ugly head and I couldn't help myself.
They are mine!
"Can I help you?" The hostess asked as she looked me up and down and frowned at my choice in outfits.
I tugged out my shirt. Yeah, I was a little underdressed. That was fine, I wasn't going to be eating. I shook my head at the woman.
"Nope, I see exactly what I need."
"Um, sir? Sir! You can't just walk back there—"
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bsp; I ignored her. What was she going to do, stop me? I strode through the restaurant and locked eyes with the man they were on the date with. I walked around Carsen's chair and plopped down into his lap. I turned sideways, extended my legs and laid them on Lukas' lap. “Hey guys!”
"Reece?” Carsen’s eyes went wide. “What are you doing?" he growled.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I missed my Daddies." My eyes cut to the blond across from me. "Sorry, they've changed their minds.” I shooed him away. "You can leave."
"Reece!" Lukas stuttered. "What the hell? You're being rude."
I leaned up and pulled Carsen's head down. Our lips met and I hungrily kissed him until my lips burned. I felt the stiffness of his cock as it pressed against me. One down. I broke our kiss, leaned forward and captured Lukas' lips next. My tongue slipped into his mouth and I let out a little moan. When I pulled away, both of them stared at me. I cast my eyes in the blonde's direction. He stared between us, confused and red like a tomato.
“What’s going on?" He asked, a frown on his lips. "I'm not into games."
"Neither are we," I cut in before either of them could say a word. "Like I said, you can leave." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Thanks."
The male started to speak, but the words came out in fractured stutters. He huffed. The blond snatched up his jacket and stalked off, muttering about a waste of time. I smiled triumphantly. Until I turned to look at Carsen and Lukas.
Lukas was still stunned, but Carsen narrowed his eyes. I swallowed thickly. Nervously, I bit my lip and smiled.
"Oops." I grinned. "Did I mess up your date?"
14
Lukas
"Come here." Carsen grabbed Reece's ear and tugged him toward our car.
"Carsen," I sighed. "Is that helping?"
"He got us kicked out of the restaurant!"
"Ow, ow, ow," Reece let himself be tugged away, and chuckled. "I didn't do anything that bad! It's not my fault that they didn't like us kissing."
"You caused a scene," Carsen stopped at the car, unlocked it and opened the backseat. "Get. In."
