More Than Everything (Family 3)

“Your friend?” I repeated, feeling some tension drain from my anxious body.

“Yes,” he said.

“It looked like he just woke up,” Adan pointed out as he squeezed and released his hands hard enough to crack his knuckles. “Did he spend the night?”

“Uh-huh,” Charlie answered.

Adan’s jaw ticked. “In your bed?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, but… wait. Are you jealous?” Charlie sounded a little happier than was wise given Adan’s current emotional condition. He looked at me. “What about you, Scotty? How do you feel about—”

“This isn’t a game!” Adan snapped.

“No, I know.” Charlie put one hand on Adan’s chest and the other on my waist. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m glad you didn’t think it was hot, that’s all.”

“Why would we think you cheating is hot, Charlie?” I asked in frustration.

“Not the cheating. Just… Adan’s always talking about how hot it’d be to see me with you, and I wasn’t sure if—”

“Are you fucking kidding me with this?” Adan threw his arms up in the air as he shouted.

“Charlie, come on, we’ve been over this!” I added.

“Seeing you with Scott would be hot because it’d be you and Scott!” Adan’s hands shook as he pulled at his hair in frustration. “There’s nothing hot about any other guy getting close to you. You’re ours, goddamnit!”

Charlie’s expression softened. He reached for Adan’s hand and then for mine. “I know.” He kissed the back of each of our hands and then looked up at us. “I’m sorry. I do know.”

“I’m glad,” I said, trying to stay calm. “Now, why don’t you answer the question before we lose our minds?”

“What’s the question?” Charlie asked.

“Did. You. Sleep. With. Him?” Adan said each word slowly, his anger barely contained.

“When?” Charlie asked.

“Seriously?” Adan said incredulously. “You’re asking us when?”

“Well, yeah, I mean—” He inhaled deeply. “We used to date, a long time ago, and we had sex then. But that was years ago, so if you’re asking if I slept with him last night, the answer is no.” He paused. “Well, I mean, if you’re asking if we had sex last night, the answer is no. But I did sleep-sleep with him.”

“You slept with him?” I shouted.

“Slept-slept. Not, like, slept.”

“I’m going to put my head through the wall.” Adan rubbed his hands over his face. “Scott, help me out. Did our boyfriend cheat on us?”

“No!” Charlie shouted in horror. He looked up at us. “I’d never do that.”

Adan peered at him. “Why not?” he asked.

“Tell us, Charlie. Why wouldn’t you cheat?” I repeated.

He jerked his gaze back and forth between us. “Because I love you guys.” As soon as the words were out, Charlie blinked rapidly, as if he was surprised by his own admission.

I sighed in relief and cupped Adan’s neck. “Well, I guess we finally figured out how to get the guy we love to tell us he loves us back—we need to have a jealous fit.”

“Great,” Adan said. “Mission accomplished.” He rubbed his hand over mine and sighed tiredly. “When’s the naked guy getting out of here?”

“His name’s Daniel.” Charlie crossed his arms over his chest and pursed his lips. “Like I said, he’s in a bad place right now, and I’m his friend. That means he can stay as long as he needs.”

Adan mirrored his stance, looking every bit as stubborn. “You don’t have a spare room and the couch is lumpy. I think your friend would be more comfortable in a hotel.” He dropped his gaze to Charlie’s mouth and added, “And if you keep sticking your bottom lip out like that, baby, I’m going to kiss it.”

Charlie whimpered and ran his tongue over his plump lip. “You know, Daniel could stay here tonight with Bobby and Stephi after they fall asleep, which means I can—”

I was on him before he could finish the sentence, holding his cheeks between both hands, pressing my mouth against his, and darting my tongue inside as I shoved my knee between his legs.

“Mmph,” he moaned in surprise. It didn’t take him long to catch on, and then he held my wrists and sucked on my tongue as he humped my thigh.

I moved one hand around to his nape and shoved the other down the back of his pants, kneading his fine ass.

“Oh!” He tilted his butt up and pushed back against my hand. I dipped my fingers in his crease, and he snapped his gaze up and stared at me wide-eyed. “Scotty,” he gasped.

“I want you, Charlie,” I rasped.

“Yes.” He nodded and gulped. “God, yes.” Then he climbed up my body. “Don’t stop touching me,” he begged right before he licked his way into my mouth.

I held on to him, enjoying his warm, hard body, the silky skin beneath my fingers, and the taste of him in my mouth. I’d just started circling one finger around his rosebud when that voice interrupted again.