Easton

“You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I do. Believe me, I do.” Liam smirked. “You think I don’t know desire when I see it? Yearning. Curiosity. For some time now, you’ve been a little curious about me, what it would feel like to kiss me.” Easton looked a little pale, but he wasn’t going to back down. “I best you’ve even wondered what it would be like to have all of the attention and focus on you.” Liam didn’t touch him, didn’t reach out, but he was so close.

The shock on Easton’s face let him know he was spot on.

“Did I interrupt something?” Scarlett asked.

“No, I’m just letting Easton know the truth, and he clearly doesn’t understand.”

“What did you hear?” Easton asked.

He hadn’t lashed out or tried to take a step back. Liam considered that a plus.

Clearly, he’d either shocked him into submission, or he’d gotten to the truth of the matter.

Easton wanted him, but he didn’t know why or how much.

“I heard enough.” Scarlett closed the door behind her. She’d taken off her sunglasses, and she had them closed in her fist. “Is it true? Do you want Liam and me to … be with you?”

“To fuck him, Scarlett. To show him all the attention,” Liam said.

“No, this is messed up,” Easton said.

Scarlett closed the distance, putting a finger against his lips. “You don’t have to deny what you want. We’re all adults here. Remember, privacy is key, and we won’t share any details.”

Easton chest rose and fell as he took deep breaths. He looked close to having a panic attack. Liam waited, but he didn’t back away.

“Yes.”

The word was whispered, almost in defeat, and then Easton shook his head, and was about to take a step back. The pain, the broken man before him, it broke Liam’s heart, and he wasn’t going to let him get away.

Grabbing his face, Liam pulled him close and slammed his lips down on his.

This wasn’t how he’d imagined their first kiss going, but it was enough to start.

At first, Easton was tense in his arms, not moving, shocked. Liam didn’t stop. He kissed him hard and deep, and after a few seconds, Easton shyly responded.

His touch was unsure, nervous, and so sexy.

Moving him back, Liam pressed him against the wall, aware of Scarlett right beside them, waiting.

Breaking from the kiss, he stared at Easton, who had his eyes closed.

His lips looked a little swollen.

Finally, he opened his eyes, and the heat shining back at him replaced whatever fear he must be feeling.

“Isn’t it your turn to kiss me?” he asked, turning to look at Scarlett.

Chapter Thirteen

Easton had never kissed a man before.

He’d never craved a man’s touch.

He’d never wanted another man near him.

Liam was so different in everything.

Not only did he want him, but he didn’t want the kiss to stop. His lips, they tingled, and something felt so incredibly right and good.

One glance at Scar, and he wanted her.

“Kiss me,” he said.

She stepped toward him, only a few steps. Liam gave them enough room for her to fit between them. His love of this woman, it hadn’t diminished in the years they’d been apart. It had only gotten stronger, and now, he didn’t have to hide it.

She ran her hands up his chest to wrap around his neck. When her lips touched his, he sank his fingers into her hair, holding her head, as he kissed her.

Liam stroked his fingers through his hair, trailing down his back. The touch was intimate, sexy, and it helped to reassure Easton.

Breaking from the kiss, he looked at both of them, unsure.

“I don’t know what I want anymore,” he said. “I’ve never been with a man. I’m so sorry, Scar.”

“Why are you sorry?” she asked. “You think I don’t want to see this? You and Liam together.” She ran her hands up and down his chest, smiling. “I think it’s going to be so sexy watching the two of you, and I’ll get to join in as well. This isn’t about just us, Easton. This is about you as well. You’re not here out of some obligation, are you?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then why can’t we do this?” she asked, smiling. “Have a weekend where today is all about you, and tomorrow, is all about him.” She reached out, putting a hand on Liam’s chest.

Between them, she was the buffer, the one to bind them together.

“I’m game. Especially if I get my own day.”

Scar chuckled. “You’re already thinking of all the dirty things you can make us do.”

“At least until Junior comes home.”

“Until Junior,” she said, turning back to Easton. “What do you think?”

“One day of being in charge. Of having the two of you devoted to me?”

“Yes. So long as it doesn’t involve hurting ourselves or each other,” Liam said.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Easton said. “I have no wish to cause pain to anyone.”