l,” he said. “And you’ll tell her soon.” He kissed Samuel, not bothering to start gently like he had with Kimberly.
Samuel made a little moaning noise, quiet, like he was trying to hide his excitement, and Nelson kissed him harder, backing him into the wall. Samuel tasted like beer and man, which happened to be one of Nelson’s favorite combinations.
He grabbed the back of Samuel’s neck and shoved his tongue into his mouth, dominating him, claiming him. In his experience, the first kiss set the tone for the entire relationship. And whether it would be emotional or just sexual, Nelson was sure he wanted a relationship with Samuel and Kimberly. Assuming he could fuck some sense into Samuel.
He grabbed Samuel’s warm bulge. Nice and big. Perfect. He squeezed, and Samuel groaned and dug his fingers into Nelson’s shoulders. Nelson ignored his distress, thrusting his tongue into Samuel’s mouth and giving him a warning of what to expect later.
A noise alerted him to Kimberly’s return. Nelson squeezed one last time, then released Samuel, who took a deep, shuddering breath.
“Both of you on the white sofa,” Nelson ordered. “I’m going to make some drinks to sober us all up.”
He saw Samuel shoot Kimberly a guilty look, then they both went to the sofa.
Nelson found a pitcher of lemonade that his cook must have made that afternoon. He filled three glasses and set them on a tray, then poured a bowlful of fancy rosemary and olive crackers that Grace had gotten him hooked on. He ate one and tried to figure out what the hell was going on with Samuel.
Kimberly’s love for the man was like an open wound, and it pained Nelson to look at it. He’d never been so loved by anyone, and he’d certainly never had anyone put up with the torture that Samuel inflicted on her.
No, she wasn’t the problem. Samuel was.
Nelson had met plenty of gay men who were in denial or in the closet, but he’d never before met a bisexual man in denial about his attraction to a woman. Nelson picked up another handful of crackers. He didn’t get the impression that Samuel’s friends gave him a hard time about who he dated, so he probably wasn’t getting pressure from that direction.
It made no sense. Forcing them together probably wouldn’t be healthy for either one. He sighed and refilled the bowl of crackers, then carried the tray into the living room.
They were both looking out the window, their bodies close together, so familiar and comfortable with each other. A pang ripped through Nelson. They were what he’d always wanted but had never found, and they didn’t even realize what they had.
Kimberly peered forward, cupping her hands around her face to block out the light behind her. She said something that Nelson couldn’t hear, and Samuel looked at her, his body language so full of longing that Nelson had to fight not to bash the tray over his head to knock some sense into him.
“Lemonade and crackers.”
Samuel turned and raised an eyebrow. “You’re the spirit of my granny, aren’t you?”
Nelson smiled. He’d pay Samuel back for that comment later, when the man was stripped naked and on his knees before him. “Please sit.”
Nelson remained standing. Once they had their drinks and were relaxed, he took a deep breath. “So. Kimberly, while you were at the bathroom, I explained to Samuel that my sexual preferences run to couples.”
“Couples?” Her voice was strained with shock, and she looked likely to drop her glass.
“Yes, beautiful. Couples. When Samuel approached me after class, I figured he’d picked up on that.” He laughed. “I’m relieved that wasn’t the case because it would be terrible if I gave out that kind of vibe at Grace’s studio.”
“We had a bet about if you were gay or not,” Kimberly said, hiding a shy smile.
“Oh? What was the bet?”
“Dinner and a movie.”
“I feel responsible, so I insist on paying you both. Tomorrow night?”
They looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
“Good.” Nelson sat. “Now let’s talk about tonight.”
A fetching shade of pink spread across Kimberly’s cheeks. She blushed so easily, it made him want to see her bent over, her curvy ass perched high in the air so that he could paddle her perfect skin until her behind matched her cheeks.
Samuel wasn’t blushing, but he looked stuck halfway between horny and scandalized.
Kimberly gripped her lemonade glass. Unless she was misunderstanding something, Nelson wanted a threesome with her and Samuel. It wasn’t an idea that had crossed her mind before. At least not as a serious possibility.
She—like most women, she assumed—had fantasized about having two men at once, and having such a sexy bisexual friend had fired up her imagination. She’d talked about it with one of her girlfriends at a bachelorette party. Her friend, Elle, who had three lovers, had said, “Look. A woman has three holes that are also erogenous zones. It’s perfectly natural to want them all stimulated at the same time.”