“Yeah?”
“Are you…I mean…you liked kissing Tony?”
“Yeah.”
“So you’re bi?” She rushed to explain so he would answer truthfully. “I’m okay with that. Really, I am.”
He chuckled. “Nah, I just got caught up in everything.” He crawled across the bed until only inches separated their noses, dangerous considering the recent damage she’d inflicted. He playfully bumped her nose with his. “Don’t give me that wide-eyed, Little-Miss-Innocent look. It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t orchestrated it.”
“I wasn’t really thinking. I just…I don’t know. I wanted— No, that’s not it. It seemed right.”
He sat back on his heels and cupped her jaw, his thumb caressing the hollow beneath her cheek. “Hey. It’s okay. I don’t want you thinking when we’re together. I only want you feeling.”
“Are you angry with me?”
“Do I look angry?”
“No.”
“That’s your answer.”
She stared at the closed door. Tony was on the other side, and he was upset. “There’s gotta be something we can do.”
“Give him a day or two.” Mark slipped under the sheets beside her and tucked her into his chest, spooning her. “Love you, babe.”
She didn’t doubt that. “I love you too.” But she was worried about Tony. Did he still love her? More importantly, did he still love the three of them?
* * *
Two hours later, those questions continued to worry her, keeping her wide-awake. When Tony quietly opened the bathroom door and padded across the room to the futon, Hailey held her breath, afraid that if he knew she was awake, he’d return to the bathroom. He was still wearing the T-shirt he’d had on earlier, and he’d put on white boxer briefs. He sat with his head in his hands a few minutes then tipped over to the side, the back of the futon hiding him. He was going to sleep there.
Not with this between them, he wasn’t.
Hailey wriggled away from Mark, who immediately rolled to his back, arms and legs spread. When she was certain he hadn’t awakened, she slid to the edge of the bed as quietly as possible. She didn’t want to wake Mark, and she didn’t want Tony hiding behind a locked door again. Once her feet touched the cool, tile floor, she crept across to the futon, picking up one of the guy’s shirts along the way and slipping it over her head. It smelled like Mark. Probably not the best choice right now, but she didn’t want to waste time rummaging around for another one and didn’t want to talk to Tony in the buff.
She rounded the end of the futon to find him curled on his side, eyes wide-open.
“Not now, Hailey,” he said softly, yet firmly.
She sat next to him on the futon and rested a hand on his hip. Keeping her voice low, she said, “Right now. No choice. I can’t sleep with this between us. Neither can you.”
“It’s not you,” he said.
“So it doesn’t bother you that I came because you and Mark kissed?”
“No, it bothers me that I came because Mark and I kissed.”
She chuckled. “You don’t think that fucking me had a little to do with it?”
He didn’t answer.
“Do you think you’d have come if you hadn’t been inside me?” she persisted.
“No,” he grumbled reluctantly.
She moved her hand from his hips to his mouth and brushed her thumb across his perfectly shaped lips. “Do you want to fuck Mark?”
“No, but until he kissed me, I didn’t want to kiss him either. I swear to you, Hailey, I never even thought about it.”
As if he had to convince her. She’d looked for the signs that they were in a relationship when Daniel had told her they were gay. She hadn’t found them. Not even a hint.
Of course, she hadn’t had a clue they were interested in her, so what did she know?
But honestly, thinking about it now was making her hornier than hell. Clearly not appropriate with Tony so uncomfortable with it. “Tony, you said this relationship would be you, me and Mark, the three of us together. It’s not just
“Are you…I mean…you liked kissing Tony?”
“Yeah.”
“So you’re bi?” She rushed to explain so he would answer truthfully. “I’m okay with that. Really, I am.”
He chuckled. “Nah, I just got caught up in everything.” He crawled across the bed until only inches separated their noses, dangerous considering the recent damage she’d inflicted. He playfully bumped her nose with his. “Don’t give me that wide-eyed, Little-Miss-Innocent look. It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t orchestrated it.”
“I wasn’t really thinking. I just…I don’t know. I wanted— No, that’s not it. It seemed right.”
He sat back on his heels and cupped her jaw, his thumb caressing the hollow beneath her cheek. “Hey. It’s okay. I don’t want you thinking when we’re together. I only want you feeling.”
“Are you angry with me?”
“Do I look angry?”
“No.”
“That’s your answer.”
She stared at the closed door. Tony was on the other side, and he was upset. “There’s gotta be something we can do.”
“Give him a day or two.” Mark slipped under the sheets beside her and tucked her into his chest, spooning her. “Love you, babe.”
She didn’t doubt that. “I love you too.” But she was worried about Tony. Did he still love her? More importantly, did he still love the three of them?
* * *
Two hours later, those questions continued to worry her, keeping her wide-awake. When Tony quietly opened the bathroom door and padded across the room to the futon, Hailey held her breath, afraid that if he knew she was awake, he’d return to the bathroom. He was still wearing the T-shirt he’d had on earlier, and he’d put on white boxer briefs. He sat with his head in his hands a few minutes then tipped over to the side, the back of the futon hiding him. He was going to sleep there.
Not with this between them, he wasn’t.
Hailey wriggled away from Mark, who immediately rolled to his back, arms and legs spread. When she was certain he hadn’t awakened, she slid to the edge of the bed as quietly as possible. She didn’t want to wake Mark, and she didn’t want Tony hiding behind a locked door again. Once her feet touched the cool, tile floor, she crept across to the futon, picking up one of the guy’s shirts along the way and slipping it over her head. It smelled like Mark. Probably not the best choice right now, but she didn’t want to waste time rummaging around for another one and didn’t want to talk to Tony in the buff.
She rounded the end of the futon to find him curled on his side, eyes wide-open.
“Not now, Hailey,” he said softly, yet firmly.
She sat next to him on the futon and rested a hand on his hip. Keeping her voice low, she said, “Right now. No choice. I can’t sleep with this between us. Neither can you.”
“It’s not you,” he said.
“So it doesn’t bother you that I came because you and Mark kissed?”
“No, it bothers me that I came because Mark and I kissed.”
She chuckled. “You don’t think that fucking me had a little to do with it?”
He didn’t answer.
“Do you think you’d have come if you hadn’t been inside me?” she persisted.
“No,” he grumbled reluctantly.
She moved her hand from his hips to his mouth and brushed her thumb across his perfectly shaped lips. “Do you want to fuck Mark?”
“No, but until he kissed me, I didn’t want to kiss him either. I swear to you, Hailey, I never even thought about it.”
As if he had to convince her. She’d looked for the signs that they were in a relationship when Daniel had told her they were gay. She hadn’t found them. Not even a hint.
Of course, she hadn’t had a clue they were interested in her, so what did she know?
But honestly, thinking about it now was making her hornier than hell. Clearly not appropriate with Tony so uncomfortable with it. “Tony, you said this relationship would be you, me and Mark, the three of us together. It’s not just
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