The tears fell down my cheeks before I could stop them, and I clung to Alec harder. Sobs wracked my body, and he held me tighter, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I hated myself for turning what should be a happy moment for him into one where I was blubbering like a baby.
Monroe ran his fingers through my hair, but his touch was all too brief.
Barely a second later, Alec hugged me closer and stood up with me still in his arms, then walked us to the windows.
His voice was quiet when he said, “Hey,” to Monroe.
I pulled back and saw Monroe staring out the window, his expression in the reflection matching the stormy night outside. I dropped my feet and slid down Alec’s body until I was standing, but Alec didn’t let me leave the circle of his arms.
Monroe turned, and I saw my own agony reflected in his gaze. His face was pale, as white as a ghost’s. His eyes were turbulent pools of blue-grey, and his lips were turned down in a severe line. Alec lifted his free hand to Roe’s face and touched his silver beard.
Monroe’s eyes fell closed, and he leaned into Alec’s touch. With a firmer grip, he brushed his thumb over Monroe’s bottom lip.
It was as if that touch, that miniscule show of affection, was enough to demolish the dam. Monroe surged forward like water over the spillway and crash-tackled Alec. He drew Alec’s face down, cupping his cheeks, and pressed their lips together. Their kiss was desperate. Frantic. Need and fear and hope all collided together, and they poured it into the strokes of their tongues and the slide of their lips. Their teeth chinked together, and they melted into each other’s touch.
Alec’s hand tightened on my back, and he crushed me to him, not letting me go. When they finally separated to come up forair, it was as if they couldn’t bear to be apart. Monroe rested his forehead against Alec’s and nuzzled their noses together.
“Our first kiss,” Alec breathed, wonder infusing his voice.
“I thought I could keep you at a distance even when I knew I was falling,” Monroe confessed.
Alec’s smile turned sad. “Me too.”
My heart broke for them. For us.
Monroe carded his fingers into Alec’s hair and brushed a kiss over Alec’s lips before pulling away again. Then with his free hand, he tilted my chin up and kissed me. It was slow and sultry, a summer storm rumbling over lit cane fields. He swiped his tongue against mine, and I moaned, my inhale following it shuddery as my tears dried on my cheeks.
I never wanted to stop. I never wanted to pull away. This—them—they were it for me. I’d waited a while for my first kiss, my first loves, but I knew what I felt. I wanted them to be my last goodnight and my first good morning for as long as life would gift them to me.
I broke the kiss first, needing to watch Monroe and Alec solidify their bond too. I wanted to be right there alongside them as they shattered the remaining walls between them.
Alec pressed their lips together again, softly. Slowly.
Monroe trailed his hands down to the lapels of Alec’s jacket and curled his fingers around them. Then, like a switch had flipped, he increased his grip and hauled Alec closer.
Their kiss turned heated, their tongues tangling together in a slide that was worthy of porn. Monroe pushed Alec’s jacket off his shoulders. His movements were jerky, as if he needed Alec naked right that second.
Alec went lax in his hold, letting Monroe mould him into shape. I shifted behind Alec and undid his belt, then dropped it at our feet. I untucked his shirt as Monroe went for his tie, tugging it off and then tossing it aside. Buttons scattered acrossthe room when he ripped open Alec’s shirt, tinging as they bounced off the timber furniture and onto the carpeted floor. Monroe groaned when he slid his hand over Alec’s pecs, splaying his hand wide over Alec’s warm skin.
Monroe palmed the spot where Alec’s heart beat under his ribcage, and my breath caught as Alec cried out softly.
I eased his shirt down off his shoulders, but had to wait until Alec dropped his arms to his sides. I freed his wrists from the cuffs and kissed a trail down his back, stopping to brush my lips over the bruises he’d gathered over the last few weeks.
I ran my hands over Alec’s abs, and my breath caught as Monroe pulled him closer, trapping my hand between their bodies. Alec shifted, sliding his hands up under Monroe’s polo shirt.
They didn’t break their kiss until Monroe had Alec’s pants undone and was shoving them down his legs. I shifted to the side and watched, enraptured, as he sank to his knees and dragged Alec’s clothes with him. Alec looked completely wrecked, utterly debauched. His hair was a mess. Monroe had tugged out the tie sometime while they’d been kissing, and it fell loosely around his face, haloing him. I ran my fingers through it, watching as the light from the only lit lamp glinted off the lighter strands.
Monroe hummed and I dropped my gaze to where he kneeled. Alec’s long body was strung tight, miles of abs and muscle drawing my eye down to his shaft. I wasn’t the only one staring. His erection was at Monroe’s eye level, and it flexed and thickened, hardening as if our gazes were a caress. Monroe flicked his gaze up and locked on Alec’s. They stared at each other, the heat between them growing until desire was so thick, it could be cut with a knife.
Monroe rubbed his cheek against Alec’s sac, brushing his lips over the soft skin there, and Alec’s eyelids fluttered closed. Alec moaned, and Monroe slid his hands down Alec’s thick thighs,over his knees, and around his calves before moving to his feet. He made short work of tugging off Alec’s shoes and socks, and his pants followed. But Monroe didn’t move, staying there and worshipping Alec’s package with soft kisses and nips, licking the spots he’d captured in his lips. The whole time, he moved his hands, caressing the lengths of Alec’s legs. I threaded my fingers through Monroe’s hair, encouraging him without words to keep going.
He did, mapping and memorizing every millimetre of Alec’s body.
Monroe nuzzled Alec’s sac again. He breathed in his musk. Then he licked a line up his seam to the leaking tip of his shaft. Alec held on to me, his shaking hand curled into my waist. His breath caught. He cried out softly.
I pulled him closer, drawing him to me. I kissed him with the same desperation he and Monroe had shared. I pressed myself against his hard body and ran my hand down his abs to his erection. Alec’s breath caught, and I closed my fist around him. I swallowed his cry when I jacked him slowly, and Monroe’s chin bumped against my fist as he sucked on his head. Monroe groaned when Alec’s erection flexed in my hand, and I shifted my weight, needing friction on my throbbing kitty.
As if they shared each other’s thoughts, they turned their attention to getting me undressed. Monroe slipped off my shoes and eased my leggings down my thighs while Alec popped the two snaps holding my cardigan closed. He fingered the buttery-soft lemon-yellow knit before slipping it off my shoulders. Then he unzipped my dress and flicked the shoulder straps down. It fluttered to the floor, the soft ruffle of the cotton leaving gooseflesh in its wake. I stood there in my mismatched panties and bra with my chest heaving and my kitty throbbing. I wanted them. I never wanted to let them go.
