20. Jace
Chapter twenty
Jace
B lake’s shoulders slump as his friend Ryder walks away, and it takes all of my willpower not to go over and put my arm around him. Instead, I lift my brows in a silent question, and get a slight head nod in return. It’ll have to do for now.
I think back to the first time I met Blake and his friends—sitting at the bar watching a mountain bike competition during my first trip here—and they had to leave early to take Ryder home.
Blake said Ryder was trying to drink himself numb after the death of his brother, which had happened only days before.
Based on Blake’s expression, it seems like that’s still Ryder’s mission.
I’m not surprised Blake would try to engage him in conversation and assume blame when he couldn’t pull Ryder out of his own head.
I just wish I didn’t have to pretend to be oblivious to Blake’s pain right now.
Fortunately, Kane’s animated voice seems to grab his attention as he tells everyone about what he’s doing on the mountain, and Blake perks up a little bit.
The thing is, I’m not sure it’s what Kane’s saying that has him looking content—he’s in the thick of that project after all—it’s Kane himself.
Just hearing Kane’s voice has Blake feeling better, and watching it happen has me feeling… happy. There’s no other word for it.
In that instant, my body rattles like the echo of the bass just passed through me, only that can’t be right since there’s hardly any bass in this song. Holy shit—was that my heart?
Propping my elbows on my knees, I discreetly rub my hand over my chest, feeling the steady yet rapid thump coming from inside. Well, shit. I take a shaky breath as clarity washes over me, settling into my veins in a warm, comfortable hum. I think I’m in love. With both of them.
With regard to Blake that realization is no surprise.
We’ve shared some intense conversations that left me feeling deeply connected to him, so it’d actually be more shocking if I didn’t love him by now.
With Kane though… even feeling that the potential for love was there didn’t prepare me for how fast it happened.
He just has this light, this magnetic way of pulling a smile out of you just by being himself, that I want to both nurture and bask in.
Seeing the way Kane lightened Blake’s mood—instead of being jealous or upset that he could ease his pain when I couldn't, I felt relieved. Proud even. It was confirmation of my deepest belief—that the three of us are perfect for each other—which gives me hope that it’s only a matter of time before we can be done hiding.
Blake casts a quick glance my way—he must’ve felt me staring—and sucks in a breath when his eyes meet mine. I’d be shocked if he doesn’t know exactly what I’m thinking right now. While this isn’t how I wanted him to find out, I don’t regret that he knows. I want him to.
I’m not sure how long we stare at each other. Too long, I’m sure, considering I can’t seem to take my eyes off his. I can only hope everyone was too focused on listening to Kane to notice .
“You’re saying that even though I’m not a very strong rider, I’ll be able to do the green trails?” Ally asks Kane.
“Absolutely.” Kane bobs his head up and down. “Green trails are mostly just dirt—no obstacles and nothing technical—just a nice flowy ride.”
“You could totally do that.” Finn nudges Ally’s arm with his elbow.
“I could ,” she agrees. “But I’m not sure I will. Snow is much more forgiving than dirt.”
“Powder is. Hardpack though?” Kane shudders. “I’d rather fall on dirt.”
Everyone looks my way when I laugh, and I’m forced to admit I agree, which starts a debate about how we’d prefer to crash, biking or boarding.
I’m not sure it makes Ally any more likely to get on a bike, but by the end of the evening everyone seems psyched for the new park, which has our boy beaming.
The only thing that would make the night better is if I could tell everyone he, and Blake, are mine.
Soon – I hope, especially now that there’s no turning back for me.
It's not my place to say, but I get the sense Blake’s friends wouldn’t give our little threesome a second thought.
They all seem pretty chill, and aside from Beck commenting about what Lennon and Axel get up to in the office, the night wasn’t filled with gossip.
Besides, Beck’s words didn’t strike me as malicious.
I almost think they held envy, like he wants what Lennon has. Not Axel. Just… someone .
Come to think of it, his comments remind me a little of Blake.
The way he was sort of resigned to choosing one way of life because it was convenient instead of chasing what he really wanted.
It makes me wonder what it is that he wants and thinks he can’t have, and whether Blake, Kane, and I can show him anything’s possible.
After the concert, a few people wander toward Main Street to grab drinks at the bar, but when Blake and I decline, Kane offers to drive us home.
It’s the perfect excuse to leave together, though I have no plans to let him drop us and go.
Not after watching them both all evening without being able to touch them.
We barely make it through the front door before Kane spins and rises on his toes to give me a kiss, swiping his tongue along mine only once before he turns to Blake and presses their lips together. Tease .
“Bedroom. Now,” I growl, smacking Kane playfully on the ass as he takes off down the hallway with the two of us trailing behind her.
The second he disappears through the door, I take advantage of the few seconds Blake and I have alone, pressing him against the wall and crushing our mouths together.
I brush my thumb over his jaw as our tongues collide in a frenzy of need, pouring everything I can’t yet say into the press of my lips against his.
I break the connection before either of us can even moan, giving him a soft, swift kiss as I pull away.
It’s not what he deserves after my silent confession earlier, but now isn’t the time to say the words. To either of them.
Kane waits for us at the foot of the bed, and as I reach him, I devour his mouth while relieving him of his shorts. Then I spin him to face Blake and lift his shirt over his head, exposing his smooth, firm chest.
Finding his nipples from behind, I softly pinch and pluck them with my fingers as Blake stalks forward, his eyes darting from mine to what my hands are doing.
I can sense he’s struggling, conflicted about taking Kane to bed amid the truth he knows damn well I realized tonight.
One I suspect— hope —he shares. Then Kane moans as I tug his nipples, and heat flares across Blake’s beautiful face.
“Our man’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” I ask him as I nuzzle the side of Kane’s neck.
“Hell yes.” Blake’s head dips to take his mouth, smothering the gasp he makes .
Trapped between us, nearly naked, Kane leans his head back against my chest as Blake and I trail our fingers over his body. His collarbone, his stomach, his thighs—everywhere we can reach we caress, loving the feel of his smaller body next to ours.
Kane’s ass rocks against me as he steps out of the boxers Blake drags down his hips, shooting a jolt of electricity through my already engorged cock.
I spin him so he’s facing me and palm his ass, rubbing the backs of my hands against Blake’s dick as I squeeze his round little cheeks.
He returns the favor, brushing his knuckles over my shaft as he fists Kane’s length.
It feels incredible, his lean body sandwiched between us, the three of us writhing together.
But it'd feel so much better if Blake and I weren’t still fully clothed, so I step away with a strangled moan.
“Get naked and get on the bed, Blake. I want to watch you two fuck.” Kane’s ass clenches as he licks his lips, which has me shedding my own clothes and taking my dick in hand.
Stroking leisurely—just to take the edge off—I watch as Blake licks Kane’s precum off his fingers then strips off his shorts and climbs on the bed.
“Lean against the headboard,” I tell him.
Kane moves to follow, but I clasp my hands around his waist to hold him still until Blake’s situated. “Look how hard he is already.” I kiss up the side of his neck as he watches us, dick pointing to the sky. “Think you can make him even harder?” I reach around him to pump his full cock, teasing.
“How?” His chest rises with a deep inhale.
“Lick him from balls to tip, then take him in your mouth.” I whisper against his ear, just loud enough for Blake to hear. His cock bobs as his stomach tenses in anticipation, muscles rippling as they contract .
Kane crawls forward on all fours, sticking that cute little ass in the air as he lowers his head.
I watch, transfixed, as Blake’s eyes flutter closed when the heat of Kane’s mouth surrounds him.
The tendons in his neck flex as he locks his jaw, chest filling on a ragged inhale while his fingers claw at the sheets.
All the while Kane’s head bobs slowly up and down, caressing Blake’s perfect cock with his tongue.
They’re stunning together.
Kane’s pink hair brushes against Blake’s sun-kissed abs each time he descends to Blake’s root, something I think might tickle him if he could feel anything other than the wet heat of Kane’s mouth on his dick.
Wet heat that has my boyfriend so enraptured his knuckles are turning white with the effort to hold his hips still.