As the orgasm edged off, Brandon moved his hands to my hips and thrust up hard and fast.
Thiswas pounding.The hammering inside me pushed me into another wave of ecstasy.I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, letting the sensation consume me.Letting the sound of Danny’s climax weave into my thoughts.Relishing Brandon’s pause, and then resumed pounding as he came.
We finally slowed to a stop, and I lay my head on his chest.I wanted to be doing this with Danny, but it wasn’t an option, so instead I let Brandon’s heart hammer against my ear.
He softened as he slid out of me, and I rolled off him to one side.
I lay next to Brandon on my back, my thoughts wrapped in bliss as the cool air brushed my bare, damp skin.I hadn’t given or gotten that good in… I didn’t want to think about how long it had been.
Danny crawled on to the bed on Brandon’s other side, and rested his head on Brandon’s chest.Loneliness and jealousy whimpered inside.
I deserved so much worse than seeing the two of them together.After what I did to Danny, all those years ago, I was lucky to be back in his life at all.Let alone this close.
Knowing that didn’t mean I could completely shut off the longing when I saw the two of them together like this.
A phone rang, shattering the still and saving me from choking on regret rather than enjoying the post-sex glow.
Danny groaned.“That’s yours.”
“I know.”Brandon sat up, crawled to the edge of the bed, and left his bare ass on display as he fished for his pants.“Yeah.”He answered.
He sank back onto his haunches, and his shoulders slumped.“Is he okay?… Yeah, okay… I’m not in town, but I’ll be there as soon as I can.Give me a few hours.”
My gut sank at his tone.We shared a few friends, and I hoped this wasn’t about one of them, but something told me this was worse.
Three
Danny
I’d likedthe way the night started to look up after a shitty end to playing a shitty venue.The call from the hospital about Brandon’s brother shattered that, though.The person who called hadn’t been able to give him any information beyond saying Adam wasn’t in critical condition.
Brandon was all business as we shoved our things into the truck.“I’ll drop you off at home,” he said to Reese.
She shook her head.“If you’re going to the hospital, go.I’ll figure the rest out.”
I squeezed Brandon’s hand, we piled into the SUV, and we were on our way.He was focused as we headed down the dark road.
Despite having a couple hour drive ahead of us, it was going to be tension filled and definitely not the right time to discuss what just happened between them.Between all of us.For all I knew, neither Brandon nor Reesewantedto talk about it.
And I shouldn’t be dwelling on it, given the atmosphere in the car.But with no one talking, my mind was free to do what it wanted.
Reese and Brandon loved putting on a show—outside the bedroom and in it.A few years ago, Reese and I had moved beyond most of the mistrust and Brandon started coming on these mini road trips with us.It only took a few nights of sharing a room with her to realize the buzz that came with performing was intoxicating.
With a little—okay a lot of—negotiation, the three of us agreed it was pretty fucking hot to have her in the room while Brandon and I were screwing.For him it was the being watched.For me it was knowing they were both getting off on it.
I wasn’t oblivious to their attraction to each other.The glances and the murmurs of appreciation when one of them thought the other wasn’t paying attention were pretty obvious.And watching them together tonight… Should I have been jealous?I wasn’t.
Brandon was the center of my universe.I loved him so very much, not only for saving me, but as the man who made me feel complete.
I glanced at Reese’s reflection in the side mirror.She was sitting with her head pressed to the glass, staring blankly ahead.Each time we passed under a light, it bathed her in a yellow gray.
Even with the mood in the car, they both took my breath away.Even with how much I ached when Reese left me, so many years ago… But I knew she’d done it for reasons other than what she’d said, and that she regretted it, and she’d done a lot of soul searching and atoning to be back this close in my life.In our lives.
Seeing her with Brandon tonight sparked something I thought had died a long time ago.A dangerous, tempting urge that carried a deceptively simple question: could I have them both?
It felt wrong to vocalize that thought, despite me being the only person who heard it, especially right now.Brandon was worried about his brother and I was wondering if I could be fucking both him and the woman who nearly crushed my soul.
Knowing it was messed up didn’t stop the thought from haunting me the entire drive.The images of the two of them together, and wondering if that could become a regular thing, were going to be with me for a while.