I know I have no right to feel this way, and I’m a major fucking hypocrite, but the thought of him with other girls makes me feel physically sick. He was the last man I slept with, and the truth is, I’m not ready to give my body to anyone who isn’t sitting in this room right now.
“Wanna bet?” Roman fires back, and my stomach drops.
No way.
I’d know if he had a girlfriend.
“Jesus,” Jasper mutters, dragging a hand through his hair like we’re both exhausting him. “Can we exist in the same fucking space for five minutes without you two going for blood? Besides, I’m more interested in the fact that I’m now the only person in this house who doesn’t know what it’s like to kiss you.”
Is he playing with me? It feels like his usual bullshit, but the way he’s looking at me… There’s heat there.
“So I guess you either kiss me”—he grins, cocky as hell—“or let me watch you two go at it again. Or…”
“Don’t.” Roman’s voice cuts like steel, his eyes locked on Jasper. “I’m fucking serious, don’t. She won’t understand, and it’ll—” He catches himself, jaw clenching.
“Understand what?” I say, looking to Zeke, who’s watching Roman like he’s a bomb about to detonate.
“Nothing,” Roman snaps, but my eyes narrow at the blatant lie.
Before I can call him on it, Zeke rises from his chair and crouches in front of Roman, taking the beer from his grip.
“Hey, remember what I said.” Zeke’s hand slides around Roman’s neck, drawing their foreheads together.
They both close their eyes, and the tenderness of it catches me completely off guard. Jasper’s watching me like a hawk, gauging every reaction, like he already knows this is about to break me wide open in ways I never saw coming.
Roman’s face twists with something raw and agonized, like whatever he’s been burying is finally clawing its way out of him. His jaw clenches so tight I can see the muscle jump beneath his skin, and his eyes burn with the kind of feral need that sends a sharp ache through my chest.
I recognize that look.
He used to look at me that way.
Roman’s fighting himself, and I can feel the exact moment he loses. His hands shoot out, fingers wrapping around Zeke’s throat, and he pulls him closer, unable to hold himself back for another second.
No way. No fucking way. How?—
Their mouths crash together, and fuck—I should look away, but I can’t. I can’t tear my eyes from the way Roman’s fingers dig into Zeke’s skin or the way Zeke’s thumb strokes along Roman’s jaw as if he’s the most precious thing in the world.
“You remember Roman’s outlet is touch, right?” Jasper murmurs, just in time to stop me from spiraling. His voice is low and calm, like he’s trying to talk me off a ledge without letting meknow I’m even on one. “I bet he always had his hands on you.” Memories flood back of Roman’s desperate touches, his face buried in my neck, fingers seeking bare skin any time life got too much. “Right now, our boy isn’t thinking about anything except what he needs to survive whatever the hell is going on in his head.”
“Our boy?” The words catch in my throat as Jasper slides closer on the couch. “He’s… You’re…”
“He’s the love of my life, along with the guy he’s about to bend over right here if we don’t distract them.”
“You’re gay?” I blurt, my eyes wide. “All of you?”
“You know we’re not, angel, and I know you remember exactly how Roman fucks. Did that ever feel like a man who was anywhere but right where he wanted to be?”
I can’t answer.
I can’t even form words.
I’m barely able to string together a coherent thought as I watch these two men in front of me.
Zeke and Roman are still going at it like they’re the only ones in the room—mouths colliding, hands roaming, bodies pressed so close there’s no space between them.
When Jasper’s fingers find my chin, he gently tilts my face toward his. My eyes drop to his mouth, and when his thumb traces slowly across my bottom lip, I swear my whole body trembles.
“Tell me they’re not the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, and I can’t argue because he’s right. They’re devastating together, and I’m soaked just from watching them.
