AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Taylor clucked his tongue and with a smirk spoke under his breath, “You’ve a lot to learn, cherry cake.” Then took her spot against the arm of the sofa and settled her between his legs with her back against his chest. “It means move over. Are we comfy?”
Jesse took over rubbing her legs and she nodded. Taylor played with her hair. Chloe closed her eyes. It felt nice to be touched like this and she began to imagine the seed Jesse had planted in her head. Building a life. A family. A home.
“I see you and me and Taylor happily loving each other no different than any other couple would.”
Was it possible? As a teenager, she loved the perfected image of a man on her wall, but now could she love the actual man? She wasn’t sure, but she did love Jesse, so she owed it to him—to herself, to see if this could work. What did she have to lose besides her heart? She’d given that to Jesse long before this anyway.
“Do you have family, Chloe?” Taylor slid his hands from her hair to lightly rub down her arms.
“Yeah. My dad, my grandma in Florida…and Linnie.” She smiled as she spoke the name of her friend that she counted as family.
“Have you thought about it—what you’ll say to them? About us.”
Jesse’s hands stilled, but Taylor’s fingers still moved on her skin. She hadn’t thought about that at all. Was there a right answer? Because this felt like a trick question at a job interview.
“What about your mom, babe?”
Yeah, what about her?
Chloe hated having to explain her missing egg donor. People would look at her with pity and then scrutiny, as if she were to blame somehow. Maybe she was.
“I don’t have one.” And Taylor’s hands stilled too. “She left me and my dad for some guy when I was a baby.” Chloe shrugged.
Jesse leaned over, effectively sandwiching her between him and Taylor, and tenderly kissed her mouth. “I’m sorry, Riosin. I didn’t know.”
Taylor’s hands left her arms to press Jesse closer against her, as if to hold them both. With a slight shift of his chin, Jesse’s mouth went to Taylor. Chloe had never seen two men kiss before—not in real life anyway. And here she was, in the middle of them and so close to it she could almost taste them. Her gaze was transfixed on their tongue-thrusting kiss, and whether it was from curiosity or something else entirely she couldn’t say, because before she could register a reaction, their mouths were on her.
Two men kissed her. One loved her and the other willing to try for the man he loved. Two tongues plundered to possess her mouth. Hungry and messy. Wet and consuming. She tasted wine and whiskey. Lust and love. It was fucking delicious. It startled her that a kiss could feel like that.
Chloe pulled away slightly. Just a fraction of an inch, but it was enough. Her body was shaking as she gasped to get air back into her lungs. Jesse buried his face in the curve of her neck, his hard cock dug into her thigh through his jeans. She felt the rapid rise and fall of Taylor’s chest beneath her, heard his heavy breaths. He was wedged up against her ass, his impressive dick easily discernible, holding onto her so she wouldn’t tumble off of him onto the floor.
Fuck me.
If a kiss did that to her how would she survive when they…yeah. Her sixteen-year-old self was raring to go, but Chloe wasn’t sure she was ready for that with Taylor yet. She wanted to get to know him, the real him, not just the contrived version of Taylor Kerrigan she had in her head. Couldn’t she sample small bites of mocha caramel cake before she devoured an entire slice?
“Bloody hell.” Holding onto Chloe, Taylor lifted himself off the sofa and laid her on one of the large pillows that were scattered about on the dark-espresso hardwood floor. “You’re going to need a bigger settee, Jesse.” He picked up a remote from the coffee table and music played over the speakers. Then he placed another floor pillow beside her and sat down on it.
Chloe raised up onto her elbows as Jesse threw a pillow down and flopped on his stomach between them. It reminded her of childhood sleepovers, all of them on the floor like that, but she didn’t think they were going to pass around the popcorn and tell each other ghost stories. Jesse placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed. He stared at her with those eyes that were so fucking blue she couldn’t see anything else. Then his gaze shifted to Taylor and he extended his free hand. Taylor took it and held it to the bulge in his sweats.
Taylor pulled her in closer to them. “This is us, Chloe. I love Jesse and I loved him long before I ever had him. There was a time I didn’t think I’d ever get to have him. Did he tell you about that cunt Bethany?”
Chloe nodded, mesmerized by the movement of Jesse’s fingers stroking Taylor over the black knit cotton. Would he take it out? She barely noticed his hand that rubbed up and down her thigh because she was curious to see it.
“I can’t change the way I love him because of you, Chloe. I won’t.”
She glanced over at him. Taylor tugged his fingers through her long strands. She didn’t think he was trying to intimidate her, but if he was she wasn’t about to back down. Maybe she didn’t share the history they had, but she loved Jesse too.
“I don’t think you have any idea what love between two men looks like, and I’m not talking about how we fuck.” With his face but an inch from hers, he licked his bottom lip and smirked. “But oh, little bird, you’re going to find out just how much we love to fuck.”
She felt his words in a rush of hot fluid between her thighs. Chloe didn’t bat an eyelash, though. She looked straight into the heated brown eyes that bored into her own.
“When the stupid cunt left him, he came to me. When his father killed himself, he came to me. When his grieving mother went to Ireland, he came to me. When he fell in love with you, he came to me.” His thumb skimmed across her jaw. “He asked me to love you too. Never doubt how fiercely I love him. I will never let a stupid cunt come between us.” Taylor tugged her that inch so his lips breathed into hers. “I do hope you’re not a stupid cunt.”
And then Taylor claimed her with his mouth. It was the only way she knew to describe it. His fingers threaded into the hair at her nape, securing her lips to his as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. She let him. She thought she understood.
He was protecting the man he loved. The man she also loved. Taylor needed to be sure of her love for Jesse. To know she would accept him, and Taylor, for who they were. He said he liked her. She liked him. Maybe that was a start and one day they could love each other too. Maybe.
As he kissed her, his head abruptly tipped back and he groaned, “Fuck.”
