Carter’s neck, but held on with the other. He reached for my hand, intertwined his fingers with mine, and turned his head enough to look me in the eye. “Do you know what you’re actually asking? Have you thought this through?”
I hadn’t actually sat down and plotted details, but my own okay-ness with the situation told me I’d been mulling it over in the back of my head since Ryan told me about his relationship. “I know what I’m asking.”
Carter scooted closer to Jackson. “I refuse to be a casual use-me-at-night-and-toss-me-out-the-next-morning kind of thing. At least when it comes to you, Zoe. And to Jackson. I want all in. I want to be your now, not just your past. Both of you.”
I wanted that too. So much, it ached in my chest and lingered in my fingertips and leased space in my head. I stopped myself from saying so. Jackson needed to chime in first.
“I’d be pissed if you wanted it any other way,” Jackson said.
“I don’t want you to do it for me. Either of you. I want it to be because you feel something for each other,” I said. Why was I objecting to my own idea? Maybe I couldn’t believe it was actually working. I was terrified one of them would decide this was a bad idea.
“That’s ridiculous.” Carter’s tone was kind. “If we weren’t doing it a little for you, we’d go back to the idea where I walk out with him and leave you behind.”
“No, we don’t.” Jackson pulled away from him with a teasing huff. “If that were the case, you’d leave alone. Pixie and I are a package deal. Do you come with the package?”
Carter laughed, and heat flooded my cheeks. I couldn’t hold back my snicker either, despite the sentiment in the words. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Yes, you can.” Jackson squeezed my hand. “You also believe I meant it exactly the way it sounded.”
Carter shook his head. “I’m going to waste the last of my restraint by not responding to that the way I could.” He rested his free hand at the base of my neck. “Which means, I can stop exercising self-control, and do this.”
He brushed his lips over mine, a touch so feather-light it almost wasn’t there. When he deepened the kiss, the rest of my doubt evaporated. I didn’t think Carter’s touch had ever been so tender. It wasn’t the same as it had been the other night. Hunger still hid behind the gesture, sneaking in on his tongue when it danced in my mouth. Echoing in his groan. But this wasn’t a frantic, just-for-one-night grasp. His scent filled my head, and he dug his fingers into my skin. This was a complement to the security I felt with Jackson. The promise that whatever happened today, tomorrow and every day after built on it.
Carter didn’t so much break the kiss, as slide his mouth along my jaw and up to my ear, before pressing his forehead to mine. “I won’t lose you again, Zoe. And I won’t give up Jackson, either.” His voice was low.
He jerked away suddenly, and I realized it was because Jackson was pushing him back into the apartment. They kissed again, a tangle of limbs and gropes, as Carter walked backwards, letting himself be guided. Even though I’d known from the start of my relationships with them that they liked men as much as women, I’d never seen either of them act on it. Which made sense, given the whole we-were-dating thing.
Watching them together, synchronous, grasping at each other, I understood exactly why Jackson enjoyed seeing me with Carter. Holy hell, that was hot.
Jackson pushed Carter’s shoulders, and Carter collapsed back on the couch. Jackson dropped to his knees and traced the bulge in Carter’s jeans. Carter moaned and slid lower on the couch. Jackson made quick work of the button and zipper in his way, and worked Carter’s cock free.
A new level of arousal coursed through me. I couldn’t pull my gaze away. Didn’t want to. As I watched, I moved my hand to my breast and kneaded the flesh through my T-shirt.
Carter
I hadn’t actually sat down and plotted details, but my own okay-ness with the situation told me I’d been mulling it over in the back of my head since Ryan told me about his relationship. “I know what I’m asking.”
Carter scooted closer to Jackson. “I refuse to be a casual use-me-at-night-and-toss-me-out-the-next-morning kind of thing. At least when it comes to you, Zoe. And to Jackson. I want all in. I want to be your now, not just your past. Both of you.”
I wanted that too. So much, it ached in my chest and lingered in my fingertips and leased space in my head. I stopped myself from saying so. Jackson needed to chime in first.
“I’d be pissed if you wanted it any other way,” Jackson said.
“I don’t want you to do it for me. Either of you. I want it to be because you feel something for each other,” I said. Why was I objecting to my own idea? Maybe I couldn’t believe it was actually working. I was terrified one of them would decide this was a bad idea.
“That’s ridiculous.” Carter’s tone was kind. “If we weren’t doing it a little for you, we’d go back to the idea where I walk out with him and leave you behind.”
“No, we don’t.” Jackson pulled away from him with a teasing huff. “If that were the case, you’d leave alone. Pixie and I are a package deal. Do you come with the package?”
Carter laughed, and heat flooded my cheeks. I couldn’t hold back my snicker either, despite the sentiment in the words. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Yes, you can.” Jackson squeezed my hand. “You also believe I meant it exactly the way it sounded.”
Carter shook his head. “I’m going to waste the last of my restraint by not responding to that the way I could.” He rested his free hand at the base of my neck. “Which means, I can stop exercising self-control, and do this.”
He brushed his lips over mine, a touch so feather-light it almost wasn’t there. When he deepened the kiss, the rest of my doubt evaporated. I didn’t think Carter’s touch had ever been so tender. It wasn’t the same as it had been the other night. Hunger still hid behind the gesture, sneaking in on his tongue when it danced in my mouth. Echoing in his groan. But this wasn’t a frantic, just-for-one-night grasp. His scent filled my head, and he dug his fingers into my skin. This was a complement to the security I felt with Jackson. The promise that whatever happened today, tomorrow and every day after built on it.
Carter didn’t so much break the kiss, as slide his mouth along my jaw and up to my ear, before pressing his forehead to mine. “I won’t lose you again, Zoe. And I won’t give up Jackson, either.” His voice was low.
He jerked away suddenly, and I realized it was because Jackson was pushing him back into the apartment. They kissed again, a tangle of limbs and gropes, as Carter walked backwards, letting himself be guided. Even though I’d known from the start of my relationships with them that they liked men as much as women, I’d never seen either of them act on it. Which made sense, given the whole we-were-dating thing.
Watching them together, synchronous, grasping at each other, I understood exactly why Jackson enjoyed seeing me with Carter. Holy hell, that was hot.
Jackson pushed Carter’s shoulders, and Carter collapsed back on the couch. Jackson dropped to his knees and traced the bulge in Carter’s jeans. Carter moaned and slid lower on the couch. Jackson made quick work of the button and zipper in his way, and worked Carter’s cock free.
A new level of arousal coursed through me. I couldn’t pull my gaze away. Didn’t want to. As I watched, I moved my hand to my breast and kneaded the flesh through my T-shirt.
Carter
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