Chapter 56
fifty-six
JO
We’ve been sleeping in separate beds for over a week now.
Maverick insisted while we figured out our dynamic, and Ezra and I agreed, but I hate it.
I hate that Maverick is so close at night, but untouchable, and that Ezra is sleeping in the basement.
I don’t know if a week is long enough to wait before broaching the subject again.
Although, I don’t think there’s a standard for how long to wait for anything when you’re not really going out into the real world.
We’re in a little bubble, and I want to take advantage of it before it pops, and we go back to life.
Or death. I shudder thinking about it, but they are the only two real possibilities.
“Can we sleep in the same bed? Please?” I ask the moment I walk into the kitchen and see them both sipping coffee at the island.
Maverick spins on the stool and smirks. “How long have you been keeping that one in, angel?” Ezra turns to face me too and is trying to hide his smile with his coffee mug, but the crinkle around his eyes gives him away.
“I just think that a week in time while we’re trapped in the same house isn’t equal to a week in the normal world time.
” I’m rambling and panicking a little. I can’t be the only one of us that thinks asking the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing will ruin what we have.
I’m sure that will go away in time, but it hasn’t yet.
“Oh? And how much time does it convert to?” Ezra asks, openly smiling now. Jackass.
“At least double.”
“Do you usually sleep in the same bed as someone you’ve been dating for two weeks?” Ezra asks. I’m going to take him out when we spar later.
“I don’t think that applies to this situation. We’ve both slept in the same bed as Maverick already.” I cross my arms and definitely look and feel like a petulant child. “Sleeping alone is stupid.”
Ezra doesn’t even try to hold back his laughter. It lights up his whole face and reminds me of how attractive he is. Shit. Maybe sleeping in the same bed was a bad idea.
“I’m fine with it if you are,” Maverick says, looking at Ezra.
“Whatever you want is good with me, sweetheart.”
“Good. Great,” I say awkwardly. I thought this was going to be more of a discussion, and now I don’t know what to do with all my pent-up anxiety.
Ezra must notice because he walks over to me and throws his arm around my shoulders.
Why does he have to smell so good? Why do I have to fit so perfectly against him?
“Let’s go downstairs so you can hit something.”
I look up at him and smile.
“Not my face, Bambi,” he says, frowning.
“Fine,” I grumble like I’m put out.
“I’ll come and lift so I can watch you both get all sweaty.” Maverick stands, grabbing both coffee mugs and taking them to the sink. I watch his naked back as he goes. The man has a great back. It’s all lean and muscular.
Great. Now I’m anxious and horny at the same time. It’s a terrible combination. I need an orgasm and a shot of tequila.
“Quit drooling,” Ezra whispers in my ear, so close I can feel his breath.
“You first,” I mutter back. He smiles at me. Still much closer than friends should be, his arm still firmly around my shoulders.
“This is the best!” Maverick exclaims, throwing his arms around both of us.
I watch greedily as he kisses Ezra, their tongues sliding slowly against one another.
They’re so hot to watch together and it’s not helping how horny I already was.
We haven’t moved past kissing, but we’ve been doing a lot of it.
I’m surprised Maverick’s lips aren’t raw.
I stand on my toes and take his lips hungrily the moment he turns his head towards me.
He smiles against my lips before returning the kiss.
Ezra’s arm tightens around me, and I can hear how heavy his breathing is.
I whimper against Maverick’s lips when he pulls me against him, and I feel how hard he is.
“Oh fuck,” Maverick says, pulling away. Ezra is kissing down his neck while moaning.
Maverick grabs Ezra by the hair, pulling his mouth away from his neck and back to his lips.
I let my hands roam over Maverick’s abs and kiss along his collarbone.
He’s writhing against me, hand tight on my hip while he moans into Ezra’s mouth.
The sounds they’re making are flooding my panties.
I let my fingers trail down until they tease the waistband of Maverick’s athletic shorts.
Glancing up for permission, he rips his mouth away from Ezra and nods, chest heaving as he pants.
Ezra continues kissing his neck as I drop to my knees, pulling Maverick’s shorts and boxers down slowly, savoring the moment even though I’m so desperate to taste him I could cry.
His cock springs free, hard and leaking.
He’s big, but not too big. Not wasting another moment, I wrap my lips around him.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Maverick stutters.
He groans loudly as I take him to the back of my throat and gag.
It’s been a while since I’ve done anything with anyone, and my gag reflex is rusty.
I lick and suck him like he’s the best meal I’ve ever had, and he might be.
Getting to have him like this, on my knees for him with his salty taste on my tongue and his clean, musky scent in my nose, is so much more than I ever thought I would get to have.
“You like that, sweetheart?” Ezra rasps. “Look at your woman choking on your fat cock. She fucking loves it.”
I whimper, apparently very turned on by my boyfriend’s boyfriend talking dirty to him. I take his balls in one hand and roll them gently while letting the other slide up his chest and tweak his nipple.
“Holy shit!” he yells. “You’re going to make me come, angel.
” He’s panting, gripping my hair and Ezra’s while fucking into my mouth.
He’s completely lost to his pleasure. I don’t move, wanting to drink down every drop of him.
He stiffens, his hand tightening in my hair before his hot, salty taste hits the back of my throat.
I swallow it all and suck gently until he gasps from being oversensitive.
I let his cock fall from my mouth and look up at him. He cups my cheek gently and smiles. His eyes are a little unfocused from how hard he came.
“That was fucking hot,” Ezra says, his voice thick with arousal.
“Bed. Now.”