I couldn’t believe I’d crashed and slept so goddamn hard. It might have been because I’d come twice the night before and did it so fiercely it took all my energy with it. There was even the possibility it had something to do with the men I’d fallen asleep with.

Whatever it was, I’d needed it.

Shit, I’d also woke with a smile. I’d never done that. Not since before I’d lost my brother.

Although I felt great, I’d still been shit-scared to head down into the kitchen after my shower, but Lan knew me too well. Knew I’d freak in some way, would think of running straight for the front door. I had, until I noticed Easton alone in the kitchen. Then he started rambling, wouldn’t look me in the eye, only my body, and I couldn’t help but like the fact I had some type of power over him. Power that caused him to blunder around all shy and nervous.

It was fucking cute and hot.

Calmed me right down.

So yeah, Lan knew what he was doing. If it had’ve been the both of them straight up and they’d bombarded me with questions, I would have got my back up.

Even when I bloody loved what happened the night before. Although, before I’d gone into their room, my gut had been churning and I’d been sweating up a storm in fear to take that leap when I heard some moaning happening. At first, I wasn’t going to go in there, instead just listen to them, maybe jerk off to what I could hear, but it got the best of me. I’d wanted to see.

Then, fuck me, there was no way I expected what happened to happen.

If it hadn’t been for Easton manoeuvring my body, I would have missed the chance to be inside Lan.

Christ. I’d been inside Lan.

My friend.

My co-worker.

Lan Davis.

I’d come inside of him. In his tight, hot, slippery hole. Come inside him after Easton had too. Jesus, just thinking it made me hard and my gut twist in the best fucking way. I wanted it again. Wanted both of them again.

I’d surprised myself when I’d put my hand down Easton’s pants before, but he’d been looking at me like he wanted a taste, and I wanted him too, but I knew he wouldn’t make a move because he’d been worried I’d freak. It was still in me to do it, to turn and run out of the room… but I couldn’t. No, I wouldn’t let myself, which was why I was damn grateful Lan had planned that morning.

“I’m going to make another coffee,” Easton said after Lan walked out of the kitchen. I nodded and made my way over to the kitchen table to sit.

Easton fluttered around the kitchen and I noticed he still had a semi-hard cock, one I wouldn’t mind seeing. Out in the open, nothing on him. Naked. I wanted to see East naked sitting on the table where I sat, right in front of me, so I could study his body, his cock, and maybe even see if I’d like to suck it.

My dick throbbed at the thought.

Everything was still so goddamn new to me, but I definitely found myself interested in wanting to try all different things with the both of them. Fuck, I could even imagine as I sucked Easton off, Lan storming over to take control of the situation. I wasn’t sure I’d give myself over to the complete loss of control, but I’d like to see if I did in the heat of the moment.

A mug was set in front of me. I blinked out of my daze to see a grinning-like-a-maniac Easton sitting in the chair next to mine, facing me. “What are you thinking?”

I dipped my brows. “Why?”

He shrugged, but his eyes danced. “For a moment you had a dreamy look on your face. Made me wonder what was on your mind.”

“You,” I said.

His eyes widened. He hadn’t expected me to answer truthfully.

“Also Lan.”

“Really?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

I dragged mine close, held it between my two hands and nodded.

“What about Lan and me exactly?”

Smirking, I shrugged.

He frowned and then glared. “Not fair.”

I chuckled.

Fucking hell, I hadn’t felt so light in my head and chest in a damned long time.

Was it them?

Had they done this to me?

It was a good guess to say it was, and I wanted to keep this feeling for a very fucking long time. But what would people think?

Shit, I shouldn’t even care because it wasn’t anyone’s business. Besides, it wouldn’t be like we’d flaunt it down the street. It could be just our business, and if our friends didn’t like it, they could go and fuck themselves.

Hang the fuck on… I was already thinking of being with them? After one night, I’d concluded I wanted to be with them? Forever?

It was a bloody long time. I could maybe want rug rats in the end. Fuck, I was overthinking yet again. I had to stop, go back to feeling like I had only moments before.

I wanted to stay that way and give my middle finger to all the other worries.

First, I had to see how this talk went. Hell, it could even be they didn’t want me for anything but the previous night.

East and I turned towards the entrance of the hallway and Lan stepped through in bare feet, jeans, and a tee.

“Your shake’s on the counter,” Easton called.

“Thanks, babe,” Lan replied.

Like normal. This was their normal for a morning. Did it mean I was intruding on them?

“Did you make Parker one?” Lan asked as he walked to the table and stopped on the other side, glancing down at Easton. My heart tumbled.

I caught Easton screwing up his face. Then he faced me. “You do drink those as well?”

My lips twitched, and once again, I felt at ease. “Yeah.”

Easton groaned. He shouldn’t have; it reminded me of last night, and my cock throbbed like it hadn’t come in ages. Easton pointed at me. “Can I sway you into a normal breakfast? Lan said he wouldn’t budge.”

I snorted. “Lan’s particular with his routine. I like to switch it up a bit. So yeah, East, one morning I’ll have breakfast with you.”

Had I said too much?

I made it sound like I wanted there to be more mornings with the three of us.

Fucking hell, had I screwed up?

Then I looked to both of them.

They stared at me with warmth. Easton whispered, “Okay.” He smiled sweetly before he sipped his coffee again. I let out a slow, relieved breath, pretending I was blowing on my coffee and then took a gulp of it, watching them both over the rim. They glanced at each other. Lan winked at Easton, who smiled in return.

Christ, I can easily watch them all day.

That was weird to think and made me straighten at the realisation of the passing thought.

Lan cleared his throat. I looked from the table to him. He said, “Let’s get something outta the way first.” I nodded. “You’ve quit.”

“Yeah,” I replied.

He rolled his shake between his two hands on the table. “Why? Better yet, why in the fuck didn’t you tell me about the offer Vi’s giving?”

“Lan,” Easton said gently.

I shook my head at him. I’d been expecting this, just didn’t realise it’d be up first. Then again, it probably would have been the same with me if he’d quit and didn’t tell me. I’d have been pissed like he was.

Leaning back in the seat, I crossed an arm over my gut and held my coffee with the other. “Vi talked to you?”

“Yeah. I know you’ve been… I don’t even know, but you still could have talked to me. We were close, Parker. Been through a lot and after—”

“Lan,” Easton snapped. “Calm down, and maybe Parker can explain.”

Lan glared at Easton who in return gave Lan an apologetic smile.

“It’s all good,” I told East. “I know I fucked up, but my head’s been a mess.”

“Why?” Lan clipped.

I rose my brows. “You want to know that before the other stuff now?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be a smartarse.” His eyes lightened. “I want to know it all because you’ve goddamn worried us. I just had to voice that shit now.”

Sighing, I straightened and put the mug on the table. I crossed both arms over my chest. My leg bounced up and down. I hated this talking shit, but I knew I had to give them answers if we were to get anywhere, because it’d been me confusing and pissing them off with how I’d acted. I was just bloody nervous to say the shit I had to.

Easton’s hand slid towards me; it was what brought my head up from the table. He smiled. “You don’t have to—”

I shook my head again. Fuck, it was sweet of him to want to protect me, console me, but I had to tell them. “It’s good. I’m good.” Easton nodded and sat back in his seat, cupping his mug with both hands in front of himself. “Hell, I don’t get nervous, but over this shit, I am.” I swiped a hand over my face and then tucked my hair behind my ears. I scooted my chair back from the table and leaned forward, elbows to my knees, hands clasped together down in front of me. I stared at them because I couldn’t look at Lan or Easton. “That kiss Lan landed on me started everythin’. Fuck, man. I never thought you went that way, and even if I had’ve known, I wouldn’t have cared. But that kiss, it’s like it did somethin’ to me, and then I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it. It was strange, messed up.” I glanced up with wide eyes. “Not that you two—”

Lan waved his hand. He smirked. “We get it. Go on.”

I nodded and glanced down again. “Never thought of a guy before. Then there was Easton. He got me lookin’ at him, thinkin’ what made him special for you to be with.” I snorted. “Let’s just say I had so much runnin’ around in my head I didn’t know what to think or if it was right. But when I thought Easton was shot, it gutted me.” Lifting my head, I looked to Easton. He stared back. “You were right. I kissed you out of relief, but I didn’t stay in your bed that night just because I wanted to sleep and stop you from pacing. I was worried about you. After realising that, I thought how in the fuck could my head and body change what I’d always known to something else. I like fuckin’ women. I still do. Actually did it just a few nights ago because I’d been scared, worried my head was just messin’ with me, and I actually wouldn’t like anythin’ with a guy. But even as I screwed her, I couldn’t get you two off my mind. I had to see…. It’s why I came here last night.”

“What did you find out?” Lan asked with a frown on his lips, maybe at the confession of being with a woman a few days ago. I didn’t know, but I kind of liked to think it was over that. Over him being jealous.

“I liked it,” I said roughly.

He tried to keep a straight face, but a grin twisted his lips up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Not sure what this means, where I go from here, but I had to be honest with you both and with myself.” I went to grab my mug again but forgot it was empty. Easton noticed and got up to boil the kettle again. “You need a coffee machine,” I suggested.

Easton froze when Lan started chuckling. Lan grinned over at me. “That’s what I’ve been telling him. Saves boiling it all the damn time.”

Easton grumbled under his breath, hit the button, and stood at the counter waiting for it. “I prefer the taste of instant coffee.” He paused, and we heard the click of the kettle. “Look, didn’t take too long to boil now, did it?”

I liked this. The ease of it all. The light banter. Them.

I liked them both.

Fuck me. I goddamn liked two men at the same time.

If anyone had said I would months ago, I could have shot them in the head for being too fucking stupid, but there it was. There I was sitting at the table with two men I’d tasted and without a doubt, I wanted to taste again and again.

Go figure.