“For the night?”
“For as long as you want us,” River murmured.
It sounded like a dream, but he couldn’t shake his lingering doubts. He didn’t want to be the reason a beautiful relationship was destroyed. “Are you sure?”
Wyatt slid his hands up Bel’s thighs, kneading muscles along the way so that Bel’s eyes nearly rolled up into the back of his head. No one had ever touched him like that, and it felt like pure heaven.
“We’ve spent a lot of time talking about it,” Wyatt murmured.
“Months,” River added with a bit of a frustrated growl.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“We wanted it to happen naturally. We didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything. We wanted to be sure you wanted us as well.”
River groaned. “Maybe it wasn’t all natural. We weren’t above a little prodding and evil scheming to get you moving.”
Bel narrowed his eyes on River, though he didn’t feel anything but joy. “Scheming, how?”
“Hugs, nuzzling, tickling, snuggling,” Wyatt listed.
“And then all those new clothes you got us just kept disappearing!” River said in the most fake innocent voice Bel had ever heard.
“The half-naked puppy pile to watch that game show you didn’t even like?” Bel growled when he wanted to shout with laughter.
“Sue me! I was getting desperate.” River threw his arms up and glared at Bel. “You wouldn’t break.”
Bel looked from Wyatt to River, a smile starting to tease one corner of his mouth. “You talked about this? Kissing? Together liked this?”
River’s grinned turned absolutely filthy, and the last of the blood in Bel’s brain rushed south. “Well, I might have also jerked off to the thought of Wyatt fucking me while I sucked your dick. If you want, we can go upstairs right now, and I’ll show you exactly how it looked in my mind.”
“Yesss,” Bel hissed before grabbing River in a brutal kiss that had the man moaning into his mouth. Wyatt’s hands wandered up his body, tugging his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants. It was looking doubtful that they’d even make it out of the music room.
And then the doorbell rang.
Bel broke off the kiss but continued to hold River by the back of the neck. They all sat frozen, waiting, unwilling to even breathe.
“Maybe they’ll just go away,” River whispered.
Seconds ticked by and the doorbell rang again.
Wyatt pushed to his feet and walked over to the window. The music room was at the front of the house, offering a view of the front door.
Bel wanted to cry. His cock was hard as steel and leaking in his briefs. He was on the edge of what was likely to be the greatest sexual experience of his very long existence, and he was being cock-blocked by…
“It’s your brother,” Wyatt announced.
Bel finally reached inside, ready to snap at his twin for visiting at such a horrible time, when he discovered that it wasn’t Rafe outside his door. It was Winter.
There was no denying the rush of disappointment that swamped his heart. He and Rafe had suffered disagreements over the years, but they’d never remained mad at each other for long. He’d been sure Rafe would appear on his doorstep first with his usual bluster and cockiness that dissolved into hugs and apologies. Winter shouldn’t be here.
It couldn’t be a good sign.
“Go talk to your brother. We’ll still be here when he leaves,” River said before kissing his temple.
Yes, he had to talk to Winter, get the latest news from his family. And then he could forget for a little while in Wyatt and River’s arms.
12
Bel quickly tucked his shirt back into his pants, straightened his bow tie, and smoothed his fingers through his hair as he walked to the front door. His brothers might tease him about looking like a mad scientist, but there was no reason to live up to the image. Well, not completely.
Pausing to adjust himself, he inwardly prayed that his brother couldn’t tell that he was still fucking hard. Hopefully his cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt. While he would not feel a bit of shame about being involved with both River and Wyatt, he didn’t feel that it was any of his brother’s business. At least not until Bel had the chance to figure it all out for himself.
When he jerked open the door, he found Winter leaning against the corner of the entrance, one eyebrow raised in question. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“Actually, you are, but it can wait…for now.”
Winter clucked his tongue as he straightened. “Oh, Rafe is so going to regret not listening to me and tagging along.”
Bel stepped back, allowing Winter to enter the house and close the door behind him. “Why didn’t he come with you?”
“Don’t, Bel.” Winter reached out and placed a hand on his elbow for a moment. “You know he’s a stubborn, hotheaded asshole.” Winter released his arm and led the way into the living room.