“H
i,” Levi said gently, startling Katy out of her thoughts. When she looked up at them, he and Con were flanking her, facing the beach and watching the waves roll in.
“Hey,” she mumbled. Seeing them had her wanting to reach out, to draw them to her, to beg them to keep her.
“It’s beautiful here, so peaceful. Feels like there’s no one around for miles,” Con murmured as he sat cross-legged on the sand. Levi followed suit, sitting on Katy’s other side.
“It is.” Katy blinked away the tears, choking on the lump in her throat. Seeing them was eviscerating her. Like stories of the Japanese samurai committing harakiri, Katy’s insides were being gauged open, yawning holes appearing.
“Katy, we’re sorry,” Levi started. She turned to look at him. Eyes red and his hair standing on end, it looked like he’d been crying and running his fingers through the blond strands. His mouth, which so often curved up in a smile, was a frown, his lip red as if he’d been worrying it with his teeth. His devastation was easy to read. “We didn’t want to hurt you. This morning just happened.”
“I get it,” Katy replied. “I’m glad you found each other. And I know what you’re gonna say now. Like I said, I get it. It just hurts though, you know?”
“Whatcha talkin’ about?” Con asked, a mixture of confusion and defiance in his tone. “The only thing we were gonna say is that we’re sorry for letting you believe, even for a second, that you aren’t as important to us.”
“What do you need me for now that you’ve found each other?” Katy whispered into the breeze. She was never the type to hold back, but voicing her deepest darkest fears was more difficult than she’d ever imagined, especially when it was playing out before her eyes. “You two have known each other for most of your lives. I bet if you think about it, you’ll both realize that you didn’t wake up this morning in love, or lust, or whatever. Those feelings have been around for a long time—I’ve seen them grow. Now that you’re finally together, you don’t need me as a buffer anymore.”
“Is that what you think, sugar?” Levi ran his fingers through his hair and tugged on the ends, frustration radiating from him. “Damn it,” he swore under his breath. “Why is it that the two people who mean everything to me, have no idea of it? Am I that bad in showing my feelings?” He reached out and took her hand, squeezing it tightly. Moving to his knees in front of her, he opened his mouth as if to say something else when Con interrupted.
“Cupcake, you’re not a buffer between us, you never have been.” Moving to mirror Levi’s position on his knees, he took her other hand in his and added, “I’ve loved you since I first met you. I ran because it hurt so much seeing you happy with Levi, knowing that I’d never get that chance with you. I didn’t realize it at the time, but you’re right. When I look back at how I was feeling, I know that it hurt so much because you’d found the one other person in this world that I love.” Looking at Levi, he joined their hands. “I’m sorry if this is too soon for you to hear or if you don’t feel the same, but I love you, Lee. As much as I love Katy.”
“Sugar, I don’t tell you this enough, but I love you. So much.” Levi brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, a soft, lingering press of his lips against her fingers. When he looked up and their eyes locked, the honesty, the love in his gaze stole her breath. “You’re my soul mate. I can’t live without you. What you said before—about feeling something more for Connor all this time—it was spot on. I think I’ve loved him for years.” Pausing, he looked at Con. Katy could see how strong the chemistry was between them, but this time she wasn’t the outsider. The warmth of their hands on hers, the strength of their grip gave Katy the reassurance she’d needed. They were kneeling so close that she could lean forward a few inches and kiss both of them. There was no hiding anymore. What she saw on their faces, and what Levi reflected back at her when he directed his gaze back to hers was raw, powerful. “But nothing will change what I feel for you.”
“You’re our cream filling,” Con chipped in, a grin lifting one side of his mouth.
“What?” Katy and Levi both asked at the same time. It was a totally random comment, and it was exactly the thing she needed Con to say to make her smile. “Think of us like an Oreo. Lee and I are the chocolate biscuits. You’re the cream filling. With it, we’re fuckin’ delectable.” Katy smirked and shook her head at Con’s reference to her cake shop, and Levi groaned. “But, without that cream centre, we’re just boring, dry biscuits.”
Levi leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, just a gentle brush of his lips. “You make me a better man, Katy. You’re… you.” Moving his mouth to her temple, he kissed her again. “How can I not love you? You’re generous and sweet—a firecracker, so sexy.” He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Con told me that you got us, that you could see how we were meant to fit together. I couldn’t have even kissed him without knowing I could rely on your strength when I freaked out. I mean, heck, I kissed a bloke.”
“You loved it.” Con nudged Levi’s arm with his elbow and smirked.
“I did.” Levi smiled at him, and Katy knew then, without a doubt, that they were in it together—all three of them on the same page. Levi loved Con, but he loved her too. And so did Con—he showed her in every one of the things he did for them, in the way he looked at them. Katy recognized the warmth in his eyes, the love. Her heart beat hard. It was real. It was crazy and insane and exciting, and it filled her heart to bursting.
Whatever Con saw in her expression had him growling in appreciation, a low hum that shocked through her. He and Levi both tugged on her hands, bringing her to her knees too. Con swooped in and trailed kisses along her cheek and down her throat while Levi brushed his lips gently against hers. They hovered there for a moment, soft presses of their lips until Levi licked along the seam of her mouth and she opened to him. Pouring all her heartbreak, all her love for him into her kiss, it went from sweet and innocent to down and dirty in a second.
Con moaned and jostled Levi. When he pulled away from Katy, Con was there, gazing at her with love so raw and so powerful it stole her breath. Their kiss screamed of desperate love, hungry and powerful.
“I love you, too,” Katy murmured between kisses. “Both of you. So much.” They stayed there, trading kisses and hugging on their knees in the soft sand. When she realized that Levi and Con hadn’t kissed, she pulled back, breathing hard. Snuggling into Levi’s side, she asked, “You think we can make this work?”
“Are you okay if Levi and I are together too? With you, or just the two of us?”
“I’d really like to watch,” she blurted out. This time, instead of the sheer devastation that had coursed through her, heat flooded her pussy. They were gorgeous together. And the thought of watching her two guys loving on each other too got her revved up like nothing else.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Con moaned before kissing her again. Their lips had barely parted when Levi crowded her, his lips crashing down on hers.
“Kiss him,” Katy begged, pulling away from Levi. When Levi turned to Con, they stared at each other for a moment before leaning in close and brushing their lips together softly, then pulling away again. It was fast but the love between them sparked like a wildfire in Katy.
“Should we take this party home?” Levi breathed, each word punctuated by a bite or lick to the column of her throat.
They rushed towards the white picket fence and through the gate, stumbling to the screen door. Katy noticed Nick kneeling before Emma’s prone form and she shushed her guys’ laughter with a wave of her hand. Looking up as they walked in, he smiled and dabbed a wet cloth over Emma’s forehead before getting up and padding over to them.
Speaking in a hushed tone, he explained, “Emma’s resting. She said you were out back. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, mate. I think we’re good.” Con smiled at him, and Katy’s insides lit up. She slid her hand in his and hugged Levi tighter.
Looking between the three of them, Nick smiled. “Good. I’m happy for you guys. Em saw it the night that you flew in, Con. I’m just glad that you figured it out before you lost each other.”
“Nick,” Katy asked, “Is Em all right? She didn’t look well when I got here, and Con said she’d been sick when he was staying here. Has she seen a doctor?”
“She has, but there’s nothing they can do. It’s morning sickness, but she’s sick all the damn time, not just in the mornings. She’s exhausted too, but apparently that’s perfectly normal.”
After congratulating Nick, they headed out, Katy still holding hands with Con and hugging Levi. The trip home passed in a blur, Levi touching and teasing her and Con’s heated stares in the mirror turning her on until she was primed to come. They made Katy bolder than she’d ever been before and that confidence was freeing, their love empowering.
Falling through their own front door, they barely made it into their bedroom—the first room in the house. Clothes were tossed left and right as they stripped and caressed, kissing each other like they’d been starved of one another’s touch for years rather than hours.
Katy found herself being deposited in the middle of their bed, with Con and Levi positioning themselves on either side of her. Not a single inch of her went untouched by lips and tongues, rough fingertips and gentle breaths. They weren’t fucking, they never had been. No, she was being worshipped, obliterating every doubt Katy had ever had that she wasn’t needed.
Two broad shoulders made her spread her legs wide as they traded kisses and tongued her clit. With deft fingers lodged deep inside her pussy, Connor sucked hard and she saw stars, her breath catching as she rode the edge of an orgasm. Fighting her way there, she let out a frustrated cry when she teetered on the edge. Connor doubled his efforts while Levi pulled back and licked his palm, then wrapped his big hand around Connor’s erection. Breath rushing out of her lungs on a moan, Levi slid a finger into her tight heat with Connor’s and stroked her. Katy’s body locked and her pussy contracted tightly around their thick fingers, her orgasm crashing through her and lifting her hips clear off the bed. Panting, she laid there, letting the endorphins carry her on a tide of ecstasy, watching while Levi pulled Connor into a scorching hot kiss.
Nuzzling their noses together, they couldn’t hide their bone-deep connection even if they tried. How they’d managed it for the months Connor had been home was beyond her.
“Con, lie down on your back. I wanna taste you.”
He’d blurted out the words on instinct. “I wanna taste you.” What the hell was he thinking? Talk about jumping into the fire. Connor’s guttural moan made it obvious what he thought of Levi sucking his dick, but actually doing it? The concept was a little overwhelming. He’d never touched another man’s cock until that morning, and while he wanted it—with an almost animalistic need—he was kind of clueless on how to do it. Levi knew what he himself liked. Would Connor enjoy the same? Where did he even start? Connor knew he wasn’t exactly experienced in the dick sucking department, but he didn’t want to screw it up either.
Thank God for Katy. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his girl was scrambling onto her hands and knees and reaching for Connor. Looking at Levi while she tongued the other man’s length, Levi knew she was teaching him, making it as good as she could. Hesitation gone, Levi kissed his way down Connor’s body, stopping at the words tattooed down Connor’s side. Live passionately, fight bravely, forgive readily, love completely, die honourably. He nuzzled him, breathing in his spicy scent. Straddling Connor’s leg, he tentatively reached out, swiping his thumb across the slit of Connor’s broad head and, before he could psych himself out, licking the clear liquid off. Salty and not that dissimilar to the taste of his own spunk when he’d kissed Katy after she’d blown him, Levi hummed. Connor’s reaction would have been enough, even if he hated the taste—pupils blown wide in his heavy-lidded stare, mouth open and chest heaving, Connor was a sight for sore eyes. A desert oasis.
Damn sexy.
Levi could get used to this, could even love it if he’d elicit the same reaction from Connor again and again.
Taking a breath, he leaned down and tentatively licked around Connor’s piercing. The choked grunt from above had him smiling. His man—he liked the sound of that: his man—had been reduced to non-comprehensible garble from Levi’s touch. It was empowering, giving Levi the courage to close his lips around Connor’s shaft and suck gently. His hand wandering, Levi cupped Connor’s balls and massaged them, touching for the first time a barbell at the base of his nuts. He moaned, taking Connor’s cock a little deeper into his mouth all the while imagining how much extra sensation it would have added. Connor shuddered and fisted the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, making Levi’s dick jerk against his stomach.
When he looked at Katy, she was slathering her fingers in lube, just as Connor tried to spread his legs wider. Levi pulled off, moving between his outstretched legs. He had an insane urge to take in every inch of the man before him. So strong, so resilient. Levi loved him, and Connor needed to know just how much. Running his hand over Connor’s shaft reverently, he watched as Katy circled her fingertips around Connor’s hole, massaging it until he could see it soften and she pressed the tip of her finger in.
“Oh fuck. Fuuuck,” Connor groaned as she sunk in to her second knuckle.
Levi needed to be the one doing it, the one preparing his man, even if it was just this once. “Katy,” he begged, not knowing how to explain it to her.
She smiled, wordlessly pulling out. Levi reached over and pulled the plug out of the drawer, Katy slicking it with lube. He bent over once again, positioning Connor’s cock at his mouth and trailing the plug over Connor’s balls to his arse. Together, he sucked and plunged the tip of it inside, making Connor go rigid. He froze, not knowing whether Con was on edge or in pain. Katy did too, about to flick her tongue against his pebbled nipple. After a moment, the relentless squeeze of Connor’s clench relaxed, and the plug slid in further. He sucked him deep and plunged the plug in, fucking him with it. Connor’s whimpers escalated to loud moans when Levi brushed the plug over what must have been his prostate. He’d heard from his gay friends—and those straight friends who didn’t mind a little anal play of their own—that blokes had this magic button inside of them, and the way Connor’s body lit up the first time he skimmed over it, he had no doubt that it existed. But he wanted to feel it. He wanted—no needed—to be the one giving everything to Connor, not some piece of latex. Levi yanked it out and tossed it aside, trailing his fingertips down the same path he’d taken with the plug. Katy drizzled lube down Connor’s balls, Levi wetting his digits on it before circling his hole. Pressing two fingers into him for the first time was revelatory. The tight heat, the stretch, the silkiness of his channel had Levi shivering. The moan that escaped Connor was illicit and so damn hot. Watching his fingers stretch him, penetrate him had Levi’s dick pulsing. The desire to possess Connor was visceral, to have that unique piece of him no one else had ever claimed. But, God, he wanted to give that same piece of himself to Connor, to show the other man how much of Levi he already owned.
“Stop, stop,” Connor demanded urgently, causing both Levi and Katy to pause. “I’m gonna blow. I wanna be in Katy when I do.”
“On your back, sugar,” Levi directed. Katy stretched out immediately and spread her legs, inviting Connor to join her. Kneeling behind Connor, Levi took him in. The lean muscle of his back tapered into a narrow waist and a tight round arse that he couldn’t keep his hands off. Palming the globes, he pulled them apart, putting Connor’s hole on display while he sank into Katy. Levi watched as the other man rocked into her gently and kissed her deeply. He wanted to do the same. He needed to—every instinct screamed at him to join their bodies together.
“Con, can I come inside you?” His voice was gravel, full of need and desire. He’d have been embarrassed if he didn’t know Katy and Connor were just as worked up as he was.
“Do it,” he moaned, the order clear even at Connor’s most vulnerable.
Levi lined himself up and blew out a breath. Nerves assailed him. What if it wasn’t good for Connor? What if he didn’t like it? What if…? No. He needed to follow his heart, not his head, not all the doubt and limitations he placed on himself to keep within that invisible set of very straight, rigid lines. Letting go of every self-imposed reservation, he wrapped his hands around Connor’s hips and marvelled at how soft his skin was, compared with the taut muscle underneath. Hot and smooth. Levi hummed.
Pressing forward gently, he put enough pressure behind the thrust that Connor’s hole began to stretch around his girth. Drizzling a little more lube on his shaft, Levi rubbed it in and pushed in a bit more. Connor went rigid against him, tensing every muscle in his body. Desperate to relieve the pain, Levi massaged the small of his back, and when that didn’t work, he bent forward, plastering their bodies together and wrapping his man tight in his arms. Levi kissed along Connor’s shoulder inhaling his unique scent and loving the taste of his skin. Petting and caressing him, Levi begged him to relax. Katy did the same, reaching up to pull Connor’s face to hers and kiss him again. Levi withdrew minutely and then pushed forward again just a little, the head of his cock popping through the tight resistance. He cried out as Connor’s channel strangled his shaft with a silky vice-like grip. It sent him straight into orbit. But Con was experiencing something else. He reared back, gutting Levi—he was hurting him. Wild-eyed, he looked down at Katy and saw alarm in her eyes too. While Katy petted him, Levi swore, “Shit, Con,” and moved to pull out. But Connor threw his arm back, gripping Levi’s arse and he let loose a growl that was so damn dirty Levi had to grit his teeth together to stop from blowing right there and then.
“More,” he gasped after a second, and using his grip on Levi’s arse, Connor pulled him forward. The combination of the warmed lube, the tight fit and the knowledge that he no longer had to hide what he’d dreamed of doing with Connor, had Levi barrelling towards an epic orgasm. But there was no way he was letting go without Connor and Katy being right there with him. He stopped moving, breathing hard as he forced his body back from the edge.
“I’ve got you, Con. Lemme take care of you.” Levi was panting, barely able to string a sentence together. This was nothing like the previous times the three of them had come together. This, right now, was something so much more. And he never wanted it to end.
It only took a moment for Connor to relax in his arms, handing the reins to Levi. Nuzzling him, Levi thrust slowly, edging forward an inch at a time. Deeper and deeper he sunk into Connor’s body and with every movement, Levi lost his heart to them more. Katy was beautiful, lavishing attention on Connor to calm him and stoke the fire all at the same time and Connor was masculine strength and grace. The scars marring his shoulder only made him more stunning in Levi’s book.
Fully buried within him, Levi moaned. Damn. He’d never experienced anything like this. Being with the two of them was everything. Not a single thing on earth could compete with this experience. After a few awkward thrusts, they found a rhythm, and when they did, it was exquisite. Delirious ecstasy. Every time Connor drew away from Katy, Levi did the same, then he thrust forward again, sinking into Connor’s depths as he pushed him into Katy. Writhing in glorious sensation, Levi marvelled at the lights flashing before his eyes as his world lit up in high definition Technicolour.
Levi’s thrusts became harder, more insistent as he neared the edge, but he could tell his partners were close too. Katy clawed jerkily at Connor’s back, her blunt nails leaving no marks, while Connor shuddered below him. Their moans and grunts, sighs and whispered encouragements formed a symphony that was imprinted in Levi’s memory forever. For life-changing moments, this one was pretty spectacular.
Katy tumbled first into oblivion, crying out and sending Connor over too, his moan a deep rumble. Every contraction of Connor’s arse, every pulse of cum he pumped into Katy surrounded Levi. He experienced Connor’s orgasm too—touching him in places no one else had as Connor flew. Levi thrust deep one last time and shouted out as he emptied his seed into Connor. Doing this without protection, having them joined completely for the first time was a dream come true. Levi was so damn grateful they’d been tested weeks earlier.
Riding the wave of bliss, Levi tumbled to the side and pressed their bodies close, never wanting to be separated from them again. The sex was hot—inferno level—but the touches, the affection he could finally show to Connor as well as Katy, was by far the best part. With them together like that, nothing could intrude. Not even the real world.
*****
Connor lay between him and Katy. Of the trio, Levi was the only one awake and it was late… well, early. Around three if he guessed correctly. Another couple of hours and the sun would peek over the horizon, but at that moment, it was dark and almost eerily quiet.
Connor’s gig from earlier in the night tumbled around in his mind. Connor had been on stage singing, Katy sitting on Levi’s lap at the table closest to him. His arms wrapped around Katy, holding her close, Levi breathed her in, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Connor. The attraction between them, the desire, it was heady. Then Connor had started singing “Slow Hands” by Niall Horan, and Levi’s dick had hardened. Katy was up, the warmth of her small body pressed against his gone, leaving him bereft, but only momentarily. As soon as he stood, she’d wound herself around him, swaying with him as he held her close, his gaze ping-ponging between the two of them for the entire song. Even though they were separate, the three of them were still connected—the memories of mapping Katy and Connor’s bodies with his fingertips, his lips and tongue and loving on them still fresh in Levi’s mind. The lyrics oozed sex, and listening to Connor’s smooth voice as he sang, had Levi desperately wanting to bend them both over the damn stage. He held himself back… barely. Katy was a little more open with her appreciation, blowing Connor a kiss, a smile lighting up her face as Connor touched his fingertips to his lips.
Levi hadn’t thought anything of it. Why would he? But the blokes on the table next to them had had a field day with it. He didn’t care that they’d called him a pussy for letting his woman cheat on him, but it took everything in him to stop himself from beating the shit out of them for the insults they’d hurled at Katy. And it was obvious that Connor had heard them too. The whole damn bar had, the conversation becoming hushed as their taunts escalated. Connor shot them a death-glare, and Levi ground his teeth, itching to shut them up when Katy rested her hand on his. It was the first deep breath he could take, her touch unknotting his insides, calming him. Logically he knew they weren’t worth it, but his inner caveman wanted to rearrange their faces for saying that crap about his girl.
And then it was over, and Levi was left reeling. A few of their friends—Nick and Emma, Mike, Sarah, Dylan and Ashton—had rocked up and pulled a few tables over, outnumbering the others two to one. Of course, the hovering bouncers might have helped too. A few pointed stares and well-placed comments, and it didn’t take long for the other group to quieten down and skulk away to a different part of the bar. But the whole episode left Levi antsy. They’d recognized him and used it against him, antagonizing the three of them until Levi was ready to snap.
The whole “being recognized” thing wasn’t unheard of for him. It didn’t happen that often, though he did get asked for an autograph every now and then. But it was surreal listening to them trash-talk him like he was a Cockroach supporter on Origin night. The roller coaster he’d been on those last few days and the revelation that came with finally giving into his desire for Connor, combined with such a stark reminder of his B-list—at best—celebrity status on Aussie TV, had jarred him. The night could have easily turned into an all-in brawl, and it was his lily-white arse on the line. Did he want to deal with that conflict, the stress every day? Could he handle keeping a secret as massive as theirs?
Levi rolled onto his back. What the hell am I doing? If anyone got wind that he was in a ménage relationship—one where the happy times went all three ways—he’d be out of a job before he could blink. But now that he’d had a taste of what it could be like, what happiness between the three of them meant, there was no way he’d give it up. Could I? Would I? Levi rolled to his side again and sighed as he watched Connor and Katy sleep peacefully in the dim moonlight filtering through the blinds. Unsettled and fidgety, he couldn’t lie there anymore. Levi’s mind was going a million miles an hour and he’d only wake them if he didn’t move.
Slipping on a pair of sweats, he padded out to the kitchen and boiled the kettle. Dropping a teabag in his mug, Levi watched the steam curl into the air while the tea steeped. When it was strong enough, he sat at the table cradling the hot cup between his hands and staring out the window at the stars. Questions tumbled around in his head. Who am I now? What does the future hold? Can I do this? Is it right to love them both? Am I holding them back from being happy together? The darkness outside matched the whirlpool of emotions sucking him under inky black waters, and he spiralled downward. Were they doomed for heartbreak?
“Hey,” Katy murmured in a sleepy tone when she stepped up to the table. Dressed only in one of his baggy T-shirts, she looked adorably sexy. With Katy in front of him, his light on a dark day, a picture began to form—the answer to all the questions he’d been muddling through taking shape. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just thinking.” Levi took a sip of his now cold tea and grimaced.
“About what?”
“Those guys at the pub.”
Katy slipped into the chair next to him and reached for his hand. “Wanna talk about it?”
He shrugged, unsure of where to even start explaining the mish-mash of thoughts in his head. “I’ve just jumped head first into this, and I got a helluva wake-up call tonight. People actually thought you were cheating on me. Can you imagine what they woulda thought if I’d gone and kissed him? I dunno, Katy….” He trailed off, not even knowing what he wanted to say. Those thoughts swirled around again. Am I worried about what people think? What if they find out? What about my career? Will it always be a constant battle with people’s attitudes?
“I guess I’m not worth it,” Connor interjected from the doorway. The sadness in his tone was unmistakeable. Head hung low, Connor turned and went to walk away. No. Every protective instinct in Levi flared. That tangled mess of emotions—the muddy waters—suddenly became crystalline. There was no way Levi could let Connor think he wasn’t worth it. There was no way he’d let him go, not without a hell of a fight. He was on his feet, vaulting over the couch and sprinting over to his lover before he could think twice. Reacting on instinct, Levi grasped his arms from behind and held tight as Connor made a half-arsed effort to struggle. Levi stepped in front of him and cupped his face with both hands.
“Don’t ever think that.” Pulling Connor’s face down to his own, Levi brushed a soft kiss against his lips. “I love you, Con, but this—us—is an adjustment for me. Gimme time to work through it in my head. We’re solid, man. You, me, and Katy—we’re good. It’s the other dickheads that were the problem.”
“You’re risking too much,” he murmured. “When you realize that, you’ll walk. Maybe it’s better we stop now.”
“We aren’t gonna walk. You’ve lost a lot in your life—your mum and dad, Rob. But me and Katy, we’ve never left you. We never will. Please don’t ever doubt that you’re worth it.”
Connor looked into his eyes, studied him, and after long moments gave him a single nod. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Levi asked, unsure about the apparent sudden turnaround.
“Yeah, okay.” Connor nodded. “I’ve been alone for so long that I don’t really know how to be in a relationship. I know I keep fucking up, I know I run and push people away, but I trust you. Both of you.” Connor turned to look at Katy who was still sitting at the table, her arms wrapped tightly around her middle, worry etched across her features. When Connor held out his hand to her, Katy’s smile lit up the room. “God, she’s beautiful,” Connor breathed. They pulled apart, bringing her into their embrace when she joined them and Connor rested his head against Levi’s temple. “Ever since we were kids, I think I’ve always been waiting for the other shoe to drop, for you to wake up and say you don’t want me around anymore. But you’ve proved to me so many times that you don’t do that—it’s always me who runs. I need to stop doing that, so I’ll work on it, I promise. I’ll talk to my therapist about it, figure it out.”
All the stress, all the angst flowed out of Levi. Standing there in that hallway, wrapped around Connor and Katy, his life was perfect. He pulled them both closer, hugging them harder. With these two people in his arms—the two people who were his world—he was home. “Let’s go back to bed. I’ve done enough thinking. Now I need to hold the two of you,” Levi murmured, nuzzling Katy’s hair and leaning into the taller man’s shoulder.
With arms still wrapped around each other, they slowly made their way back into bed, laughing when their legs got tangled, and they stumbled. When they finally made it under the covers, Levi fell between them, being cocooned between his lovers. It was exactly what he needed—to be surrounded by them, to be protected and held close, but at the same time, sheltering Connor and Katy too. A perfect symbiosis.
He woke in the same position they’d fallen asleep in—Katy wrapped around his right side, and Connor on his left. With both of them lying on his arms and their legs thrown over his, he was pinned down, surrounded by them. He didn’t want it any other way, especially not when Connor’s hand migrated south and closed over his morning wood, making him suck in a breath. It turned into a hiss when Katy bit his nipple and cupped his balls.