You can do this, Regi. You can tell them.
“Don’t say sorry. I know it’s a lot to take in,” Krew said sweetly—so sweetly that I had to look away from his attention.
God, he thought I was talking about our current situation. If only that was all of it.
I dropped my head. “There are some things…” I couldn’t finish. The truth was a giant burr stuck in my throat. I pulled away from both men, hoping the distance would give me clarity and the strength to confess.
“What?” Krew stood there, didn’t move an inch while his voice was coated with concern.
Even though Decker’s scrutiny was slightly unnerving, I swallowed down the hesitation, ready to tell them everything. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
Krew was suddenly in my space and kissed my forehead. “Whatever it is, we’re here to listen.” Then his lips touched my temple.
I clutched the wad of toilet paper to my chest as the swell of emotion swept through my body. I used to kiss their foreheads when they were hurt or upset. It was an innocent action back then. Now…
The tentative touches of his lips on my skin made a bloom of desire spread like wildfire throughout my body, and a fluttery pulse started between my legs. I couldn’t explain why his kiss affected me, but I wasn’t going to ponder on it.
“Thank you,” I said with a hitch in my breath.
“Whenever you want to talk about it, we’re here,” Decker added, as he stood next to Krew.
With utmost gentleness, Decker brushed my bangs out of my eyes. But his predatory gaze made my breath hitch in reaction. Krew had a similar look, just less wolfish. And that was my undoing.
The connection I was feeling with these men temporarily exorcised the demons out of me. Every reason to run disintegrated to dust. The yearning I thought I had lost years ago glowed bright, becoming a pyre of need and desperation the likes of which I had never experienced in my life.
Instead of telling them the truth about Teke, I stepped into them, cupped the back of Krew’s neck, and looked into Decker’s azure eyes. I pulled Decker down for a kiss, but he stiffened at my touch. I wasn’t going to be deterred, though. I needed this from him and from Krew. Even if it was only for a short while.
I pressed my mouth gently against his until Decker opened for me. He tasted of cigarettes, which startled me, since I didn’t remember him smoking when we were young. It was a potent reminder that, although he was still Decker, he was a man now, not a boy. And this man’s tongue was dueling with mine in a frantic dance for dominance.
Then I felt another set of lips on my cheek. Krew.
I closed my eyes as Decker pulled away and Krew took over. His lips were warm, gentler than Decker’s, and his tongue wasn’t as demanding.
The last time I’d kissed each of them was when I turned sixteen—a light peck on their lips. Krew and Decker had shared open-mouth kisses, but they hadn’t been comfortable with the idea of me joining in on their kisses.
I was too young, they had said, and we three had agreed to wait. So, we made a pact that I had to be of legal age. And I was okay with that at the time.
Now?
My intentions weren’t innocent. Our kisses had awakened a torrent of longing within me that spun my desire into a demand of want. A greedy need that turned carnal. They were the only ones who could cast away the darkness that had been plaguing me for years.
Krew, now even taller, tatted up, and bulky with muscles, was my gentle giant. Decker, on the other hand, was all angles and hard lines, especially his toned, sinewy body. The contrast between these men, and their kisses, had me ravenous for more of their mouths—their touches.
I craved them in ways that didn’t make sense to me, but they felt right. It was like I’d been empty for so long that my fear of intimacy didn’t matter. My ravenous need to be with Krew and Decker outweighed the rising panic coursing through my body.
What was that saying? When in Rome? Okay, maybe that didn’t fit this scenario. Still, I refused to give up because I was scared shitless. I shouldn’t—couldn’t turn away because it had been my dream to be with these men since I learned what sex was. I’d take what they were offering and then I’d run. At least I would have their taste, their touch, and the feel of their bodies imprinted on my memory.
Decker’s overwhelming presence was intense. As his mouth deepened the kiss and his hands roamed my body as though he owned it, I still needed more.
I shivered, knowing Krew had stepped back and was watching us like some voyeur. The idea of Krew touching himself as he observed Decker devouring me shot another bolt of lust straight through my veins and down to my pulsating clit.
A pleasured pain exploded from my breasts as Decker pinched my already tight buds through the fabric of my t-shirt, bringing me into the present.
The part of my brain still capable of thought wondered why I wasn’t afraid of what he was doing to me. Maybe I was just overwhelmed by lust—drowning in Decker’s desire, determined to ride this wave of pleasure all the way to the end.
Soon Decker’s touch wasn’t enough. I hungered for both men’s hands on me, like I’d dreamt about for years.
If my mother could see me now, she’d call me a deviant—a whore, for wanting two men. But in this moment, I didn’t care.
