by Suzan Butler, Emily Ryan-Davis, Cari Quinn, Vivienne Westlake, Sadie Haller, Holley Trent
“I wish you’d understand that these feelings we have for you aren’t new, Leo.”
“We? What do you mean ‘we’?” He risked a glance at Garrett, but he was busy studying the wall where he’d just thrown Leo only a few minutes earlier.
“We love you, Leo. We always have, even if Garrett can’t admit it right now. We’re like an isosceles triangle. All our angles are equal and all our lines are the same length. But it only works when we’re together.”
He smiled and thought better of it when it reached his eye. “You’re talking about us like we’re geometry.”
“We are, sort of,” she said. “Garrett and I… we have a good relationship. He loves me and I love him. But we both know that we’re not complete.”
He saw her eyes water for a moment before she blinked the tears away. She flashed him that beautiful smile that always undid him. He’d been angry when he’d left the cabin. He’d thought about not coming back. But he had. Because deep inside, there was something there. He wasn’t completely sure what it was, but physical pain choked his breathing every time he thought about Garrett and Brianna leaving him for good, never to return.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Bri.” That was the truth. His intention wasn’t to hurt her but rather to convince her not to want him.
“Yes, you did,” she laughed. “But I know why. It’s okay.”
“You’re far more forgiving than I would be,” Leo told her. Garrett grunted his agreement but didn’t look at them.
Bri glanced at Garrett then back to Leo where she handed him the ice pack. “Maybe it’s because I’m not the one you hurt the most.” She stood up, her dainty little feet making soft little footfalls as she walked back toward the door. “I’m going back to bed. I’ll not push the issue right now, Leo. You guys have worn me the hell out and I need some time away from you two. But later? We’re going to discuss this.” She glanced back at Garrett. “Like adults.”
Talking about his relationship with anyone, much less with his married best friends wasn’t high on his priority list. She knew that. She probably knew he’d also do anything to get out of it later, yet she was letting him off the hook now. Confusion clouded his judgment with her, and especially with Garrett. Around them, rational thought took a vacation.
“Thanks, Bri.”
“We take care of each other, Leo,” she said, “because a triangle needs all of its sides to be strong.”
She stopped in the doorway and glanced at Garrett. Leo watched as Garrett squeezed her hand lightly and gave her an apologetic smile. Then she left.
Garrett glanced at him, pinning him with an angry stare. Leo sighed, finally seeing what Bri had meant when she’d said she wasn’t the one hurt the most. “Garrett, I—”
“Shut up.” Garrett’s voice was gravelly. “I don’t want to talk right now.”
As Garrett stormed out of the room, Leo dropped his head in his hands. He’d made a major mess of things.
~*~*~
The next morning, Garrett was not as pissed as he wanted to be, especially when he saw the mess she’d made of the kitchen for breakfast. Pancakes piled high on a plate by the stove. Flour all over the counters. The stove had burn marks where the pan had been sitting. Leo was going to have a conniption. He scooped her into his arms, dropping a soft kiss on her lips. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey,” she said, a smile bright and clear on her face, very different from the heartbroken woman from the night before. Her ability to bounce back amazed him, though he knew she was holding it back. “Where did you put my shampoo? I couldn’t find it earlier.”
“In that little plastic case you have all your lotion stuff in,” he said.
“Oh, good, because I need to take a shower and I’m not happy with the frizz.” She waved at her non-existent frizz. She was always so paranoid. She never realized just how beautiful she really was.
“Don’t you think you’ve taken enough showers?”
“You can never be too clean!”
He smiled and slid his hand underneath the boxers she wore. He was disappointed to find she was wearing panties underneath, so he slid his hands inside them, palming her ass cheeks in his hands.
“I love your hair,” he said as he dropped his face into the elegant curve of her neck. Lightly, he nibbled on the skin there, reveling in the softness of her flesh. “It makes me crave fruit.”
“Hey, hey,” she pushed him away from her neck. “I’m doing stuff here.”
“Leo’s going to have an epileptic fit over the state of his kitchen.” Not that he really cared at that point if Leo was angry. His rejection stung, he understood it but he still hated it.
She stopped and smiled at him, the true vixen inside her showing through. “I know.”
“Are you being messy on purpose, baby?” He asked her, but couldn’t help the smile growing on his face.
“Maybe,” she replied. He slapped her bottom, and she squealed as she jumped. She turned and glared at him. “Don’t do that!” He chuckled as he stole a piece of bacon. She slapped his hand. “Quit! That’s Leo’s plate!”
“Oh?” Garrett grinned and plucked another piece off. “He doesn’t need to eat that much anyway.”
She groaned. “You’re such a dick.”
“You like my dickiness.” He chuckled and shoved the rest of the piece in his mouth. She sidled up to him and cupped him through his boxers. He nearly choked on the piece of bacon he was eating.
“I only like one part of you being dick-like.” She smiled. “I’m going to go get dressed now. Try not to eat everything, huh?”
He saluted her then smacked her ass again as she passed.
“Hey!” She squeaked in that adorable way he loved and glared at him.
When he faked going after her once more, she ran to the bedroom before he could.
He turned back around, chuckling to himself, then froze as he caught sight of Leo walking into the kitchen. Bedraggled and obviously not awake yet, Leo swiped the sleep from his face. Crescents colored the spots under his eyes. He didn’t look like he’d had enough sleep.
Well, boo-hoo for him.
Leo went straight to the coffee pot. Garrett watched as he took a few sips, testing the sugar content of his coffee and then turned around and froze. His eyes widened as he saw the surrounding mess.
“What…” Leo blinked. His eyes shot up to Garrett. “You let her in my kitchen?”
Garrett shrugged with a smile. “I don’t own her.”
Leo stared at the mess covering every counter in absolute horror.
Garrett chuckled, a satisfied contentment falling over him seeing Leo’s discomfort. “She was up before me.”
“The brat. She did this to get back at me, didn’t she?”
Garrett raised his hands in a hands-off motion. “Like I said, I don’t own her.” Yeah, it was a copout. But he found the whole thing just a little amusing. Brianna’s particular brand of justice was just a little passive aggressive.
“I’m a real jerk, Garrett. To both of you, but mostly to you. Dude, I’m sorry I was an ass.”
Garrett shrugged. “Leo, man, this is new. I mean, Bri isn’t just another woman. She’s the love of my life… well,” he paused, “one of them.”
Leo’s head jerked up. Garrett almost regretted throwing that out there, but Leo deserved the truth. Hell, Garrett himself needed the truth.
“What, did you think she was feeding you horseshit last night, you fucktard?”
“Well, y—no,” he said as Garrett pushed off the counter. “I… I didn’t think there was any place for me with you two.” Garrett did love Brianna, but sometimes he wondered if she hadn’t been a convenient solution a decade ago, because the feelings he’d had for Leo hadn’t ever gone away. He’d buried them deep. He’d convinced himself he was straight.
But now he knew the truth. He loved Brianna deeply, but he also loved Leo, and he wanted his two loves to know, to understand, to feel.
Garrett crowded Leo until he hit the counter edge. Before Garrett could think about anything rational, he grabbed Leo’s face in his hands and pressed his lips to his, not giving an inch, not letting up even to breathe. The time for letting the ones he loved go was over. He’d convince the idiot how he felt once and for all. If he still wanted to walk away, at least he’d know he tried.
~*~*~
Leo’s entire body went into overdrive as Garrett devoured his mouth, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, taking, demanding. He gripped the outside of Garrett’s strong arms, unable to do anything but let the man kiss him.
He’d completely fucked everything up the night before. He knew it and he wanted him anyway. His whole body was tuned to Garrett. But this wasn’t right. The man’s wife was in the next room. Regardless of what Brianna felt, he was kissing a married man that he had feeling for. Letting him go back to his wife was going to kill him. He started to pull back, but Garrett pressed against him harder, holding him hostage.
“Don’t fucking think,” Garrett said against his lips, his hands grasping his face. “Feel, you fuck-for-brains.” He took his mouth in another blazing kiss. Leo’s dick hardened, already at half-mast due to the woody he’d woken up with. It pressed against Garrett’s pelvis, jerking as Garrett’s hands ran down Leo’s arms.
Leo tried not to whine in disappointment when Garrett pulled back but the cool air was good for his overheated body. Garrett scowled. “We have unfinished business, Leo.”
Leo blinked. What the hell did that mean?
“It means we need to clear the air.”
Had he spoken aloud? Leo swallowed, his nerves firing as he watched Garrett transform from his best friend into something infinitely more primal and passionate. His back straightened, his erection tenting his boxers.
“Take the boxers off.”
“You know, Garrett…” He stopped as Garrett gave him that look. The one that meant business. The one that was both terrifying and sexy as hell. His balls tingled with arousal, lengthening his erection, still at half mast from his morning woody.
Garrett nonchalantly removed his own boxers and stood with his hands on his hips. From his broad shoulders to his chiseled pecs and abs… All six feet, long lean muscles… those captivating dark eyes that hinted at secrets he hadn’t even begun to crack… and that glorious cock jutting out from his narrow hips. He loved this man. Every solid inch of him.
“Leo. Now.”
Leo hooked his fingers in his boxers and slowly lowered them over his hips. He stepped out of them and grasped his dick, sliding his hand up and down the shaft. “Did you miss this?”
“You know it,” Garrett growled. Leo stroked himself a few more times for good measure, rewarded by his lover lunging for the drawer nearest him. He pulled out a tube of lube and a condom. “How did I know you still kept this shit in the kitchen too?”
“It’s dessert,” Leo replied with a grin. “It’s also in every room of the cabin.”
Garrett dropped the lube on the counter and crossed back to him in two strides, wrapped his arms around Leo’s torso and claimed his mouth again. Leo melted in his arms, the forthright way Garrett guided the action conjured up dozens of nights when Garrett topped him. It was something he’d tried to bury since the day Garrett had told him he was going exclusive with Brianna. It hurt that day, but that was when he’d decided never to let anyone top him again. It was something solely reserved for Garrett Zane.
“There’s a whole list of things I want to do to you, Leo,” Garrett said as he pulled back. “I want to kiss you.” He took his mouth, devouring him in a blazing passion before letting him loose. Leo’s heart pumped way too close to his skin.
“Bite you.” He nipped at Leo’s squirming tongue. Leo’s cock jerked between them.
“Suck you.” He kissed along Leo’s jaw, and up to where he traced the shell of his ear with his tongue, then sucked in the lobe. Frenzy didn’t come close to what was going on in Leo’s emotions.
Trembles overtook him, his groan filling the silence of the room. “Fuck.”
“Yes, I want to fuck you, too,” Garrett whispered into his ear. Leo’s cock jerked between them, another pitiful, wanton moan escaping his lips.
Garrett nipped, kissed, and licked his way down Leo’s neck to his collarbone, and slowly downward to his nipples. His thoughts vanished in a haze of arousal. Garrett laved his tongue around each nipple, grabbed them with his teeth, sucked and pulled. He alternated back and forth, working one with his fingers while he pulled on the other one with his teeth. Leo hissed, the sting of his teeth hitting a nerve that traveled straight to his cock. Leo ground out his name in a rough plea. He needed more. He needed to touch him. But somewhere his wires were getting crossed and he could do nothing except writhe as Garrett loved on him.
Chapter Seven
Garrett knelt before Leo, continuing to tease the man with soft butterfly kisses like he did with Brianna. Down his chest, around his nipples, across his belly. It was amazing the way the two responded so similarly, with so much passion and vitality. There was something he loved about the masculine scent of Leo’s skin, and the way he thrust forward when Garrett stroked him.
Like he did when he took hold of Leo’s thick cock, stroking and twisting the solid flesh. He gazed up at his lover, whose eyes were burning with fire and lightning, and then closed his mouth over the head and sucked. Leo dropped his head back and twisted fingers in Garrett’s messy spikes, gripping the back of his head.
Garrett sucked him deep, hollowing out his cheeks. He retreated back and rolled over the tip, the musky taste of Leo’s arousal hitting his tongue in the process. It was so fucking erotic Leo almost lost control. The rasp of Garrett’s stubble against his thighs stroked his libido, drove him higher knowing there was a man sucking his cock right then.
While he sucked, Garrett pressed the fingers of his free hand against Leo’s anus. The man responded by thrusting forward again, nearly choking him in the process. Leo was impossibly hard, which only turned him on more. His cock ached to be inside Leo’s ass. He wanted it stretching around his dick, squeezing him as he came apart under him.
God, he had missed this. How had he given this up for ten years? Why had he given this up, never given Brianna a chance to be okay with it?
Lube. Condom. He needed those things now. He grabbed them from where he’d left them on the counter and squeezed a liberal amount into his palm. He stood and took Leo’s lips in a demanding, aggressive kiss that Leo gave as good as he got.
Garrett spun him around and pressed him face first into the countertop, presenting his ass like a Christmas gift.
Slowly, he slipped the lube between his lover’s firm cheeks, working the tight opening. Leo pressed back onto his fingers, sounds of pleasure escaping his lips as Garrett stretched him. The man was tight, the walls hugging his finger as the lube slicked his opening.
“Fuck me!” Leo exclaimed on an exhale.
“Gimme a sec.” Garrett chuckled. “You’re fucking tight, man.” He stretched his ass more, adding a second finger, Leo’s moans of pleasure filling the air.
“It’s been a while.”
Garrett paused. “How long?” He was almost afraid to hear the answer.
Leo glanced back at him, hot desire searing into Garrett from his gaze. “No one tops me but you.”
Garrett’s cock jerked against Leo’s lubed ass. The forcefulness of Leo’s answer almost made him come right then. Garrett pulled his fingers away and rubbed the remainder of the lube over his cock. Anticipation tensed his muscles. He took himself in hand and began to push into Leo’s tight hole, one gloriously hot inch at a time. He pulled back and then pushed forward again, working himself deeper into Leo until he was fully seated. Leo was so much tighter than he remembered, but if it was true that Leo hadn’t bottomed for anyone since him… He pressed as deep as he could into his friend’s ass and groaned loudly.
As he began to ro
ck, Leo muttered hot expletives below him, his knuckles nearly white from how tight he was gripping the countertop. Garrett pulled out to the tip of his cock and pushed back in.
“More. Fuck, Garrett. More.”
Garrett found his perfect rhythm, forcing himself to stay just below where he’d lose the battle with his body. Luscious flames consumed every bit of his body as he fucked Leo, his body’s wants taking over, thrusting harder and faster. He forced himself into deep, slow strokes so he could grip Leo’s cock and stroke in time with his thrusts. Leo’s back arched, his body opening even more to Garrett.
The throbbing shaft in his hand stiffened, signaling Leo’s orgasm. He stroked faster until Leo spilled against the counter and the floor. The sight of Leo gripping the countertop like a lifeline as his orgasm ripped through his body sent Garrett over the edge almost instantaneously. He shouted Leo’s name as his own orgasm racked his body, spilled inside Leo’s ass and the waiting condom.
Spent, they both stilled, breathing heavily. Garrett closed his eyes, his chest heaving with exertion. Ten years without feeling Leo against his body was too long. He shouldn’t have hidden this aspect of his life from Brianna. He shouldn’t have been afraid to tell her the truth. They should have explored this earlier.
He ran his hands down Leo’s back, following the lines of his muscles and his spine. He stretched out his fingers to encompass as much as the man’s back as he could.
Oh, crap. Garrett froze solid. He was in love with two people.
“Oh, my God.” Brianna’s voice behind them tensed them both. Reluctantly, he pulled out of Leo’s ass and faced his wife. She wore her cute little kimono robe her mother had given her for her birthday last year. Surprise colored her face. Brianna pulled the kimono shut as much as it could go. He couldn’t tell beyond the surprise if it was shock or anger that he saw in her expression.
