Chapter 9 #2
Eli smirked at him and sat beside him, closer now, so their shoulders were touching. He reached for his water and took a sip, eyes on me, free hand on Luke’s thigh.
Luke’s eyes sparkled. “I pick Mioko, of course. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I said quickly, not trusting the dares he might concoct in his current state.
Eli’s smile was knowing. “Coward.”
“I don’t know. We have some hard truths to cover,” Luke said. “Are you attracted to us?”
Us. The way he said it made them sound like a unified whole.
“That’s not fair,” I protested, heat rising to my cheeks. “The question is too broad.”
“Answer it anyway,” Eli said.
“I—yes, okay? You’re both attractive men. Anyone with functioning eyeballs can see that.” I crossed my arms, feeling defensive. “But this isn’t about me and what I want. It’s about helping you two find your way back to each other.”
“We’re both attractive men, but are you attracted to us together? We’re a package deal,” Eli said.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “It’s not your turn, Eli. I pick Luke. Truth or Dare.”
“Dare,” Luke said with another cheeky shrug. “Can’t resist.”
“Take Eli’s shirt off,” I said, cheeks hot. “And touch his body.”
“That’s a multi-parter, but I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from groping him once his shirt is off.”
Luke got up, moving straight for Eli, and with that cocky Boston confidence, started working the buttons down Eli’s flannel shirt.
One by one, slow and precise, like he was unwrapping something expensive.
Eli just sat there, legs spread for Luke to stand between them, broad chest rising and falling, eyes locked on Luke’s mouth.
The last button popped and Luke pushed the shirt off Eli’s shoulders, tossing it behind the chair.
Eli was wearing a thin white tank, and Luke shoved it up and over his head, exposing his golden skin and muscle.
I’d never seen anyone so solid, perfectly built.
Luke spread his fingers, sliding them down Eli’s chest, over pecs, flat stomach, tracing every line and hollow like he was memorizing it, skimming his fingers over a tattoo on Eli’s shoulder, then another across his ribs.
“I didn’t know. For me?” Luke whispered, Eli nodded. I wondered about the tattoo — a beautiful but simple sparrow in flight. “I love it.”
Eli didn’t say a word, didn’t move, just sat in his chair, legs spread, eyes dark, breathing growing rougher as Luke touched him.
“Eli. Truth or dare?” Luke asked.
Eli smirked. “Dare.”
“Strip me,” Luke whispered, standing between Eli’s knees. “As much as you like.”
My pussy fluttered at the two sexy men in front of me, and I gasped as Eli reverently stripped off Luke’s henley.
The motion was oddly tender, almost devotional, as if he was savoring every inch of skin he revealed.
Eli hooked his fingers under the hem, dragged it up over Luke’s chest and head, then unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans down, baring him completely. My mouth went dry.
Luke’s body was made for sin—lean muscle, freckles and scars scattered like secrets, and a trail of hair vanishing under the waistband of boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the hard line of his cock. The fabric was obscene, stretched so tight it looked painful.
“You keep your body like this for me,” he said, eyes on Luke’s abs.
“Who else?” Luke asked. “I like staying pretty for you.”
“You don’t need abs to be gorgeous, sweetheart,” Eli said. “You can keep your shorts for modesty. So we don’t embarrass Mioko.”
They turned towards me and caught me looking at the thick outline of Luke’s cock.
“Eyes up here, babygirl,” Eli murmured, as Luke sat back down next to him, so close that their legs crossed under the table. “Truth or dare?”
“Me?” I asked, startled.
“Truth or dare,” he repeated.
“Truth,” I whispered, worried a dare would leave me half naked, too.
“What kind of porn do you watch?”
“What?” I squeaked.
“You heard me. What kind of porn do you get yourself off to? I’d bet you love to get off on two men, ravenous for each other, wildly fucking.”
“I… I don’t watch porn,” I lied.
“Try again, Mioko. With the truth. Unless you’re done playing?”
I looked down at my hands, shifting in my seat, realizing how wet I was, just from watching them touch. “Fine. Yes, I enjoy gay porn. And… other stuff.”
“Like?” Luke asked.
“This isn’t a multi-part question.”
“You still haven’t answered part one,” Eli said.
“Threesomes, okay?” I grumped at them. “Two guys and a girl.”
“Oh? I thought you weren’t that kind of matchmaker,” Luke said, flashing his cheeky smile. “Don’t worry, we’re not teasing you, that’s sexy as fuck. We’ll even give you a live show. If you want to lay on the bed with your vibrator and watch me get my hole fucked, I’m all for it.”
“My turn,” I said, meeting Eli’s eyes. “Truth or dare.”
“Truth,” Eli said.
I swallowed. “If you’re so in love with each other, why do you want to fuck a woman together? Just fuck each other.”
“Because it’s fucking hot to think about,” Luke said, leaning back and running his hands down his body.
“Luke is bi, and I’m mostly straight. We both like women, so why not enjoy one together? It’s the ultimate fantasy,” Eli said. “Now you. Truth or dare, Mioko?”
“Dare,” I said, not wanting to risk a truth after the porn thing.
Eli’s smile was slow and dangerous. “Kiss me.”
My heart stuttered. “That’s not—I don’t—”
“You don’t what?” he challenged softly. “Don’t want to? Don’t think it’s a good idea? Or are you scared of what you might feel?”
There was something in his eyes—a vulnerability beneath the bravado—that made my resistance crumble. Before I could overthink it, I walked over to their side of the table and stood between his legs.
“It’s just a game,” he said quietly. “You can quit at any time.”
But it wasn’t, was it? This was about proving to him that he was wrong. That he and Luke were meant to be, and that I should have no part of it.
I meant it to be quick, perfunctory, a dare fulfilled and nothing more. I stepped between his legs and leaned down, laying a hand on the scratchy skin of his chin and tilting his head up, meeting his icy blue eyes as I leaned in for a kiss.
The moment our lips touched, something electric shot through me. Eli’s mouth was warm and surprisingly soft, his stubble a delicious contrast against my skin. He tasted like apples and cinnamon, like Henry’s pastries, like home.
I climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs and deepening the kiss, and felt his hand slide up to cradle the back of my neck, holding me in place as he devoured my mouth. I opened for him without thinking, my body responding on instinct to his skilled mouth as his cock hardened between my legs.
It was good. Too good. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I found myself pressing closer, wanting more of the delicious pressure of his hard cock where I needed it most. Even through his jeans, the slide was erotic.
When we finally broke apart, I was breathing hard, my lips tingling, my mind spinning. I couldn’t look at either of them, overwhelmed by the intensity of my reaction. This wasn’t part of the plan. I was supposed to help them find each other, not insert myself into their love story.
“That was hot as fuck,” Luke murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Do I get one?”
I shook my head, trying to clear it and stop myself from crawling out of Eli’s lap and into Luke’s. Which was exactly what I wanted to do.
“This isn’t—I’m not part of this. I’m just the matchmaker, remember? You two belong together. I’m just...”
“Just what?” Eli asked, his thumb brushing my lower lip, making me shiver. “Just the woman who saw what we were too blind to admit? Just the person brave enough to push us back together?”
“The sexy vixen who lured us into countless encounters with her clever flirting?” Luke added.
“If that was clever flirting, you’re both too easy to lure.”
Luke grinned. “You’re not like anyone we’ve ever met, Mioko. You’re beautiful, fearless, kind, and a little chaotic in the best way.”
“But I don’t fit,” I insisted. “This is your love story, not mine.”
“Why are you so invested in this being just us, Mioko?” Luke asked softly.
“I just want to know that your kind of epic love is possible. I don’t need to be part of it.”
“Sweetheart,” Eli said, voice gruff. “You deserve epic love, too.”
“But not you or Luke. Luke is yours, and you’re—”
“You’re right. Luke is mine. I fucking own him, and it irritates me that it took me this long to realize that,” he said, his voice low and possessive, eyes flicking to Luke with unmistakable hunger before returning to me. “But I’m a kinky fuck, and I like to share.”