Kassidy nodded and leaned into Chris.
Chris lifted his chin. “I’d do it,” he said. “I’d tell them right now. But if you think it’s better to wait a while…okay.”
They all nodded.
“I’ll tell Hailey,” Kassidy said. She closed her eyes briefly, thinking about her last conversation with her sister. This time, she knew Hailey wouldn’t judge her or tell their parents before she was ready. Her heart squeezed.
“And one more thing,” Dag said.
Now Kassidy bumped her forehead against his shoulder. “What else?”
“Where am I going to sleep?”
Oh god. That was his question?
“Thank god we bought that king-size bed when we moved in here,” Chris said, echoing her own thoughts, and all three of them laughed.
“Okay,” Dag said.
“Anything else?” she asked Dag.
“Oh probably,” he said, leaning down to brush his lips over her cheek. “Probably a million things. I guess we’ll figure some of it out as we go.”
“We’ll figure it out together,” Chris said.
Kassidy let out a long breath. “Thank you.” Her lips trembled. She could hardly breathe, excitement and joy bubbled up so fiercely inside her. “I was afraid I was going to lose both of you.” Tears blurred her vision.
“I think that’s what we were all afraid of,” Dag said with a rough chuckle. “I was pretty damn sure that’s what had happened to me.”
“Yeah.” Chris sighed. “Me too, dammit.” He rubbed his mouth. Emotion filled his eyes, and even though he hated all this emotional crap, as he would call it, she sensed his relief that things were working out. She also sensed his hesitation, and she knew at that moment, despite his courage at being willing to speak up and tell her parents, he was still afraid, still confused.
She reached up and touched his face. “It’ll be okay,” she whispered, using his own words. “I promise. I’ll be with you.”
He closed his eyes, covered her hand with his and pressed it to his face. “Yeah. I need you, Kass.”
“I’m here.”
She moved into his arms, and he wrapped her up, his body hot and damp with perspiration as if he’d been running miles and miles, and she felt his trembling too. “I love you,” she murmured against his lips. “I love you.”
“Love you too, sweetheart, so much.”
His mouth found hers and clung in a long, heartfelt kiss.
Then she turned to Dag, who sat so close, watching with a soft expression on his face. “I love you too,” she whispered. “And thank you.”
He lifted an eyebrow, smiling. “For what?”
“For not being jealous. When I kiss Chris. When we make love.”
“I was jealous of you. At first.”
She drew back a bit. “You were?”
“Hell yeah. When I got here. That night we had dinner. I knew Chris was seeing someone, but I didn’t know you’d moved in together. I had this faint stupid hope that maybe things had changed, but when I saw you, and I saw how much in love with you Chris is…” He hitched a big shoulder. “I was jealous, damn jealous.”
“Oh.” Her chest tightened.
“But…” He reached out and smoothed some strands of her hair back. “It wasn’t long before I was attracted to you too. Which wasn’t exactly what I’d planned, and god knows I didn’t need any more complications in my fucked-up life.”
Her eyes searched inside his, seeing the truth of what he was saying. She turned to Chris. “What about you? You’ve never been jealous of me and Dag.”
He moved his head slowly, side to side. “No. I never have been. I don’t know if I can explain it…” He paused, searching for words. “I feel happy when you’re happy–even if it’s with him. And I want to give to Dag. I feel like I’m giving him something when you and he…make love.”
“And I felt like you were giving me something,” she said with a smile. “Like you’d given me a special gift I didn’t even know I’d wanted.” And she wanted to give him that too. So much.
“There’s no room for jealousy in this,” Dag said in a firm voice. “For any of us. Ever. If anyone ever feels that way, you gotta say something.” And his gaze zeroed in fiercely on Chris.
Chris choked on a laugh, gave him a wry smile. “Yeah, yeah, I know you mean me. Okay, so I’m not good at talking about that. I’ll try to be better.”
Dag tipped Kassidy’s chin up then and kissed her. He tasted of Scotch and the same minty gum Chris tasted of, and she knew then that they’d kissed. A thrill of heat ran through her and her pussy clenched. Dag must have felt it because he deepened the kiss, fingers hard on her jaw, his tongue licking into her mouth, his mouth opening wider on hers.
Her breasts swelled and her nipples tingled. She moved from Dag’s mouth to Chris’s then back again, her hands sliding around the backs of both their necks. “I love you guys,” she whispered, the complete preposterousness of it only a vague brush at the edges of her mind. Time drifted as they kissed and touched, and with her hands on their necks, she brought both their faces closer to hers…closer to each other.
She pulled back, not far, just a bit, all of them breathing the same air, sitting there on the couch. “I want you to kiss again,” she whispered.
Chapter Twenty-One
Chris’s eyes flickered. “Again?”
“Yes. I know you kissed.”
He and Dag shared a look. Everything inside her pulled up tight and hard as she waited. She shifted back just a bit more so they had room. She relaxed her hold on their necks. She wasn’t going to push them together.
They looked at each other. The air around them caught on fire, flames licking over her skin. Their eyelids drooped, their faces moved closer together. And they kissed.
Dag slid his hand around the back of Chris’s neck too, over hers, and his did tighten and pull Chris toward him. Their mouths connected in an open-mouthed, fierce kiss. With identical low groans, they ground their mouths together and she watched with hot fascination.
It was beautiful. That was all she could think. Beautiful. She saw tongues as their mouths lifted, joined again, the heat flaring higher around them. Chris’s hand slid to Dag’s shoulder and tightened there, but his other hand was on her leg, and he held on tightly to her too.
“Jesus.” Chris drew back, gasping, his mouth wet. He slanted a glance her way, his eyes questioning. She smiled at him and drew his head to hers so she could kiss him again.
“I wanna do more than kiss you,” Dag said to Chris, his voice a black velvet brush over her senses.
Chris licked his lips. She’d never seen him look so hesitant and it made her heart swell a little.
Was he sure about this? God, she didn’t want him to do things he was going to regret. But…they’d talked. They’d kissed. They’d come home to her, together. He had to want this or they wouldn’t be here.
“Like what?” Chris finally asked, tipping his chin up. Dag rubbed a thumb over Chris’s bottom lip.
“I wanna suck your cock,” Dag said. The air squeezed right out of Kassidy’s lungs and Chris’s lips parted. “And then I wanna fuck your ass.”
Oh dear god. A small moan leaked out of her mouth. Her body was melting, her pussy clenching hard at his words.
“Jesus,” Chris muttered.
Her gaze dropped to his fly and, oh yeah, he was as hard as a flagpole beneath his suit trousers. She guessed that took care of her worries that he might be doing something he didn’t really want to.
“Here?” Chris asked. “Or in the bedroom?”
He was always the one giving direction, and she had to smile at him letting Dag take the lead. How long would that last?
But this was new to him, all new, scary new, she could still see the flashes in his eyes that told her he was still a little apprehensive.