Chapter 19
Kaspar
My heart hammered in my chest as I pressed the doorbell. I had some snacks and a six pack of my favourite beer in a bag. And no idea why I was this fucking nervous.
Last time I’d been here, we had fucked like animals until we had passed out in a pile, laying in puddles of our cum.
I never thought I could sleep like that, or that I would have the best and most restful sleep of my life in a married couple’s bed after a threesome.
The buzzer sounded, and I opened the heavy glass door to their building, choosing to take the lift to their floor.
I don’t trust my legs.
“Kaspar.” Bo’s deep, rumbling voice greeted me. He held out an arm to invite me into a hug.
He wore a white shirt, soft navy joggers, and no shoes.
He has pretty feet.
I inhaled his earthy, manly scent and let him embrace me for a moment.
“Bo. Congratulations on your win yesterday.”
“Ah, you heard? Thank you.” He backed away, exposing his sharp fangs in a grin. “It’s good to see you again. Come in.”
He plucked the bag out of my hands and waited until I had taken my shoes off.
“Ollie just ordered our food. Ah, here he is.”
“Kas!” Oliver looked dashing, too. A tight long-sleeved shirt hugged his chest. He had paired it with slightly more elegant trousers that reminded me of expensive yoga wear. I felt a little underdressed in a pair of jeans and a band shirt.
“Oh, it’s lovely to see you.” He hugged me. “Come in, we still need to pick a film. Darling, can you get started on the popcorn?”
Bo snorted and bent down to kiss his husband.
“I will, ?lskling.”
“I’m hopeless,” Ollie explained, taking hold of my forearm and guiding me into the living area. Soft indirect light gave it a cosy feel. “I always burn the popcorn.”
The doorbell saved me from fumbling for a reply. “I’ll get it!” Ollie called out to Bo. “Be right back,” he said to me as he squeezed my leg and left for the door.
He returned at the same time as Bo. One carried a stack of pizza boxes, the other a gigantic bowl of popcorn.
This is my idea of paradise. Two hot guys laden with food and a prospect of sex for dessert.
Bo took one look at my face and chuckled. He put the bowl down on the coffee table, straightened up, and raised a hand to my face.
“?r du hungrig, gr?ben?” he asked me in a silky voice. His green eyes were so intense that my knees almost buckled.
“Yeah, I am.” I didn’t speak whatever Nordic language that had been but ‘hungrig’ I had understood. “Starving,” I added in a voice I barely recognised as my own.
He held my gaze for a moment. Goddess, he’s so hot.
“Let’s feed you, then.” Holy shit. His voice did things to me that made me happy that my jeans concealed my dick at least a bit.
He took a seat, leaving Ollie and me to sit on either side of him.
“Here you go, darling. This is yours.” He handed Bo one of the boxes with a spinach and Greek cheese pizza.
He popped open the lid on another box. “Kaspar,” he said in a happy voice.
I stared down at my fancy rucola salad and ham pizza.
Don’t start crying now.
Bo’s enormous green hand came to rest on my thigh for a moment and gave me a little squeeze.
“Eat before it gets cold, gr?ben.”
“What’s that?”
His grin widened, exposing those sharp fangs again. It shouldn’t turn me on but I loved the idea of him sinking them into my shoulder while he—
“Grey legs,” he said softly and picked up his first slice of pizza. “It’s what we call wolves back home. I might find another name for you eventually, but this stays until I do.” Bo gave me a cheeky wink and bit into his food.
Ollie curled up on Bo’s other side and started the movie we had picked.
It was a hilarious independent film with a buff Brownie guy and two Selkie siblings on a road trip across Europe. I loved it. The food was great, and we each had a beer. We cuddled a bit and Ollie made snarky comments—something I hadn’t expected from him.
What is it called when someone’s wit turns you on?
Bo put all our boxes back on the coffee table, settled back against the couch, and put his arms around Ollie and me.