Rig moved closer. “The runner wasn’t complaining a few minutes ago. The way I heard it, he was begging for more.”
He studied Rig’s expression. “That okay?”
When he’d woken up with David in his arms, he hadn’t thought about anything but what he wanted. Hadn’t wondered if Rig would feel left out when he was the one who’d set everything up in the first place.
Rig exhaled heavily but shook his head. “I will never be upset about you and David. Never. As long as we all keep talking and you’re happy. As long as I’m a part of that happiness. Understand?”
“Not really.” Rory was trying to be honest for Rig, who was still using up his favor for all of this. “I’ve been jealous and possessive of both of you. I think one of the reasons I made David off limits was so the two of you wouldn’t get together and leave me alone.”
Rig dipped his chin in acknowledgment. “No wonder you reacted the way you did at the bar.”
“Exactly. I’m selfish and greedy, petty and afraid, and you’re this pumped up Italian saint in my shower, telling me I can do anything I want and you won’t care.”
Rig walked forward until Rory’s back was against the wall and their chests were pressed together. “Number one? This is not your shower. Wishing doesn’t make it true. Number two? You have no damn idea how much I care. How much I’ve always cared. It’s never been easy for me to see you plowing through the population as if you had something to prove, but it’s been harder since this thing with David. Watching you accept it the way you did, seeing you react to my sucking him off…as if you always knew one or both of us would break your heart and let you down. That killed me, Finn. Slayed me. Because I knew then that you’d never really trusted that we wouldn’t.”
Rory placed a hand on Rig’s chest. “I’ve always trusted you, Anthony. More than my family, man. You know that.”
He nodded slowly. “I do know that. Which only made it sadder. How am I supposed to prove to you that I’m with you, really with you, to the end of the line, if you don’t even trust your blood?”
“What do you mean?” To the end of the line? That sounded a lot like a promise. A commitment. He didn’t do that.
Rig’s expression told him he knew exactly what he was thinking. “I mean if you want to walk away from this and continue wrecking the straight males of our great country until we’re old and the Viagra isn’t working anymore? I’m with you. If you want to take a chance and see where this thing between the three of us goes because it feels so damn right and special? I’m with you. And if you want to drop me off at the next light because three is a crowd and David is all you need?” He took a shaky breath. “Well, then I’ll refuse and make my myself indispensable as your cook and weekly fuck buddy, because like I said, I’m not going anywhere.”
Everything he said was perfect. Scary. Unbelievable. But perfect. “You don’t know if you’ll feel that way in five years.”
“I’ve felt this way for nearly a decade, Finn, so don’t even try.”
Rory wasn’t sure what to make of that. “You’ve slept with at least as many people as I have.”
“Was I supposed to take a vow of chastity or go on a cleanse while I waited for you to get your act together? You might be the most stubborn man on the planet, Finn. I would have died from blue balls years ago.”
He had a point. And an erection that was rocking suggestively against Rory’s stomach. “I didn’t mean to hurt you back then—putting on the brakes like I did.”
Rig grimaced. “I won’t lie and say I didn’t feel a thing, but I told you the truth last night. I knew as soon as I saw you and David together, felt us all connect, that the wait would be worth it. You don’t have to work up the courage to say the right thing. I know how you feel about me. I’m a fucking prize and you love me, so I’m not fishing. But that thing between you two…between us? I’ll never not want to be a part of that.”
Rory pressed a kiss to the corner of his lush mouth. He smelled like sweat and spice. Delicious. “You are a part of all of it, Rig. For David too. You’re more than I have a right to ask for.”
Rig kissed him with enough passion to make him dizzy before Rory pulled back enough to gasp for air and say, “Plus you’re related to Nonna Gina, so that really works in your favor.”