Roll Against Discovery (3d20 Book 3) (9 page)

“Let’s go inside.” Evan nudged me. “We’ll sit. We’ll talk.”

Trevor trailed his hand down my arm and tangled his fingers with mine. “Come on.”

Whatever they’d hashed out, apparently the jealousy had faded. Neither one of them seemed to have a problem with the other touching me. I wasn’t complaining, but I wondered what I’d missed.

I stepped away and leaned against the wall, so I could see them both. “I won’t be tag-teamed.” I winced as soon as the words were out of my mouth. Maybe not the best phrasing.

Evan lowered his mouth to my ear, his voice quiet. “I thought this was part of the point.”

Trevor shook his head, but he didn’t look irritated. “Inside. We’ll talk. Or someone will.” He shot Evan a pointed glare.

“Fine.” Evan held his hands up in surrender, but he was smiling.

Moments later, we were seated at a in the back of the restaurant. Evan and Trevor knew the host, so despite the Friday night crowd, we had a premium, almost private spot. I hesitated next to the booth. Who sat next to whom?

Each guy slid into a separate side, making my decision even more difficult. Trevor grabbed my hand and tugged, and Evan didn’t look even a little bit hurt by the gesture. This was too easy.

I locked my gaze on Evan. “What did you tell him?”

Evan stared back without hesitation. “I told him I’d back down if you both wanted me to, but he had to hear me out, and you had to be okay with it.”

I pursed my lips and looked between the two. “I think I’ve made myself clear.”

Trevor squeezed my knee. I wanted to be irritated with him— with both of them—for spoon-feeding me this information, but the gesture was reassuring. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, before finally speaking. “I told him I wasn’t going to choose between him and you.”

Great. Now we were back to the part where Kathryn stepped aside, so two great guys could stay friends. I didn’t begrudge them the decision, but I would miss them. A lump grew in my throat, and I tried to swallow past it. “And?”

“And he got really stubborn and just kept repeating I had to hear him out and you had to be there.”

I looked back at Evan. “Are you enjoying this?”

His smugness faltered. “Not as much as you might think. I’m kind of terrified, honestly. I know what I said before, but maybe you could—”

“No.” I kept my voice kind. As much as I wanted this out in the open, it wasn’t my place to do the revealing.

Evan waved down the waiter and ordered three beers. He shifted in his seat, and then again, before he finally looked at Trevor. “I love you.” The words ran together in a single syllable.

I almost didn’t want to look at Trevor, but I had to know. His expression was blank, except for his wide eyes. I swore I heard a clock somewhere, ticking away the seconds as silence stretched across the table.

“You mean her, right?” Trevor’s question came out strained.

Evan frowned. “Soon, probably. Though, no offense Kitten, we’re not there yet. I mean you, Trevor. My best friend. The guy who’s always been there. The only man I’ve ever dreamed about, and they’re some intense fucking dreams.”

“I can’t—” Trevor nudged me.

I slid out of his way, and he brushed past me without another word, to vanish out the front door seconds later.

“That went well.” Evan grabbed one of the beers the waiter set on the table and drained half the bottle in a single swallow.

“Give him a little time to process?” I wasn’t sure what I was saying. They knew each other better than I did. Now even more than before.

Evan scrubbed his face. “What if time doesn’t fix it?”

I gave him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “It’s been thirty seconds. Too soon to tell. Besides, you both showed up tonight, and I think that counts for something.”

“I was so glad he called me.” Evan slammed the bottle into the table. “I have to go talk to him.” He fished a twenty from his wallet and tossed it next to the drinks. He stood and held out his hand.

“You want me to come with you?”

“You’re in this with us. I would never say you caused it—don’t think that—but meeting you was the catalyst.” He pulled me to my feet. “You’d rather I do it without you?”

I fell into step beside him. “No. I just didn’t want to assume.”

He muttered a quick apology to the host, said something came up, and held the front door open for me.

We found Trevor on the side of the building, back to the wall and one foot propped up. His gaze was directed at the night sky, and he didn’t move when we shuffled up next to him. “Give a guy some warning, why don’t you?” His voice was quiet.

“I don’t have any practice with this kind of thing,” Evan said dryly. “Was I supposed to lead with,
I have this friend who likes you…
?”

Trevor pushed from the wall and finally looked at Evan. “It might have helped. Do you want a do-over?”

“Not really. It won’t change anything.”

Trevor raked shaky fingers through his hair. “In that case, me too.”

I almost asked when he meant, but my brain caught up before the question spilled out. He was talking about loving Evan. Hope sparked inside me. I couldn’t find the strength to suppress it, but I didn’t dare speak and ruin the moment.

“I told you I’ve been thinking a lot over the past couple of weeks”—Trevor took another step toward Evan, gravel lining his voice—“and not just about Kathryn, though God damn if that woman isn’t addictive.” He kept his gaze on Evan, but his words sent another flutter through me. “She’s not the reason I couldn’t call you. I’d be pissed if the two of you hooked up without me, though.”

Evan opened his mouth, and Trevor held up a warning finger. “I’m not done.” His gaze never left Evan. “It was really easy to ignore how I felt, once you enlisted, but then you came back. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve never been more grateful for something. Then you had to suggest we pick up a girl together. And fuck if I wasn’t willing to do it again and again, just to be with you. Not that I could admit to myself that’s why I did it. It didn’t matter how many times I woke up in the middle of the night, cock hard as a rock, your image burned in my dreams, driving me to beat off until I was raw. I still wasn’t interested in you. That’s what I told myself.”

The intensity in Trevor’s confession stole my breath and sent my imagination running rampant. It filled me with a rainbow of conflicting and complimentary emotions. I didn’t know if I was relieved, worried I was about to lose them both, or happy to see them finally admitting the truth.

Trevor stopped with his shoes nudging Evan’s. While a mixture of hope and concern peppered Evan’s face, Trevor didn’t reflect any emotion. His voice was heavy. “And then she came along, and the two of you were good together. Incredible, even. And something pinged in the back of my mind that I was about to lose her. Which made no sense, because I didn’t have her. When you stormed out of our hotel room that morning because she was wearing my shirt, I was terrified. More scared than I’d been since they deployed you to a fucking war zone. Because I have to have you in my life.”

Trevor tangled his fingers in Evan’s hair and kissed him hard, mouths crushing together, moans mingling. If being pressed between the two of them was hot, this was scorching. A bitter copper taste hit my tongue, and I realized I was biting my lip.

“So are we good?” Evan was breathless when they broke apart.

“I fucking hope so.” Trevor finally looked at me. “You’re really tough on a guy’s psyche. You know that? Making me think, and admit I have feelings, and all that bullshit?”

I laughed, as much to let the tension out as anything. “I didn’t mean to.”

“That’s part of what makes you so amazing.” He wove his fingers with mine, other hand still settled on the back of Evan’s neck. “You’re just making it up as you go along.”

I couldn’t hide my grin. “So do we all want the same thing? No having to choose. No pitting you against each other?”

“I’m in.” Trevor squeezed my hand.

Evan spun me to face him and brushed his lips over mine. “Me too.” He kissed me again, more deeply this time. He slid his tongue into my mouth and it danced around mine. Heat and hunger made my blood roar, and my need grew, drawing my nipples to hard nubs and pooling wet between my thighs.

Trevor tightened his grip on my hand and sucked in a deep breath through his teeth. His response heightened my arousal. “I’m thinking it’s a good thing we brought this outside.” His voice was strained.

“My place is about five minutes away.” Evan nodded toward the main road. “We could talk about this in a more intimate setting.”

The way he said
intimate
sent a pleasant shiver through me. “Yes, please,” I said.

“Wait.” Trevor tugged me back. “Is it really this easy?”

Disappointment set in at the hesitation, but it didn’t ease my arousal. “You call two weeks—or several years in your cases—of soul searching and denial
easy
?”

Trevor studied my face, as if he might find some deep, mysterious answer hidden there. “Why did you push this? You and I click. It’s like we operate on the same wavelength sometimes. We’re incredible together.”

His words both warmed and worried me. I thought he wanted both of us. Except I was too focused on what Trevor said and not on how he said it. This wasn’t accusation or regret. His tone was curious.

And he deserved an answer, rather than me making broad statements like,
Now we all belong to each other, ’kay?

Two gazes lingered on me, heavy with expectation. “Kathryn?”

Playing things by ear. Right. I needed to dive in and hope I didn’t say something stupid. “It’s true; we do. But I click with Evan too. You just said so. I don’t need to justify it. You see as well as I do that the three of us work.”

Trevor’s mouth twitched in an unformed smile. “So how does this go? Do we always all have to be around?”

I raised my brows. “First of all, I’m talking about more than just sex. It’s not like all three of us are always going to be in the same place at the same time. Beyond that, do we have to label it? Sometimes it’s going to be all three of us, and sometimes someone will be busy or not in the mood, and I figure it’s all okay as long as there are no secrets. We still need to get to know each other and get comfortable with our dynamic. No reason to put a fence around it before we even know what
it
is.”

“So”—Evan dragged the word out—“if Trevor and I were to hook up when you weren’t around, you’d be okay with it, as long as someone told you about it after, in vivid, lurid, filthy detail?”

A visual rolled through my thoughts. The two of them stripped down, kissing, hands roaming each other’s hard, bare bodies. I squeezed my legs together, to suppress the throb, and chewed my bottom lip. “I’d rather someone took pictures. But I guess if the photographer’s busy, a verbal play-by-play would be all right.”

Evan prompted me toward the parking lot again, but locked his gaze on Trevor. “
Now
we’re going back to my place.”

****

The drive to Evan’s house might have been the longest five minutes of my life. I was squirming by the time he led us inside.

Before the door was all the way closed, Trevor twisted his fingers in my hair and held my head captive. “God, I missed you,” he growled before crushing his mouth to mine.

I whimpered at the intensity, the weight of his kiss driving into me.

I dug my fingers into his chest, needing something—anything—to hold onto, and slid my body against his. The faint scent of his body wash, cool and sharp, filled my thoughts and dialed up my pulse another notch.

Evan brushed my hair off the back of my neck, and a second set of lips traced over my skin.. I whimpered against Trevor’s mouth. Trevor dropped his other hand to my waist and pushed under my T-shirt. The heat of his palm on my stomach was like a million sparks of energy, flaring across my skin. Evan nipped my earlobe with his teeth and then trailed his tongue down my neck. His erection dug into my ass, hard and insistent. God, I loved being caught between these two. I never imagined it could be like this.

Evan sucked on my sensitive skin. Biting. Flicking his tongue over the flesh. Marking me. Trevor glided his hand higher until he cupped my breast. He kneaded, pressure and focus increasing until he pinched my nipple through the fabric. He rolled the hard nub, sending a delicious spike of pain and pleasure through me. I needed to be closer. To feel more. I grabbed the hem of Trevor’s shirt. He broke the contact long enough to yank the Tee over his head and toss it aside.

Evan continued his attentions along my shoulder, hands on my hips and fingers gripping tight. His every groan vibrated through his chest and my back. I worked my pelvis in rhythm, grinding against the shaft digging into me.

I traced Trevor’s slender torso, following the lines and definition. I dragged a thumb over his nipple. He sucked in a sharp breath when I drew tight circles around the button. He looked me over, lust darkening his gaze. “You’ve got too many clothes on.”

“I agree.” Evan stripped my shirt off in a single, fluid gesture. I barely registered lifting my arms long enough for him to do so. Trevor shoved my bra up, building friction and scraping skin in need of more attention. He lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue over my swollen nipple. I gasped at the light gesture and the shock of cool, when he blew on the skin.

The tension on my shoulders vanished when Evan unsnapped my bra and drew it away. Trevor took my nipple in his mouth, and sucked. He massaged my other breast, pinching and tugging in time with his mouth. I shifted my weight. My lower lips slid easily, already wet in anticipation. Evan grabbed my hips again and pulled me back into his cock. The hard shaft teased me through denim, and he grunted every time I pressed back.

I scraped a nail down Trevor’s chest, past the waistband of his jeans and to the thick bulge waiting for attention. He jerked against my touch and sucked my nipple harder. There were too many sensations, and at the same time not enough contact. Their scents mingled and filled my head, and their voices were the most erotic song I’d ever heard.

I stroked Trevor through his pants, pumping my hips with each new touch, bite, or squeeze from either man.

“I bet you’re soaked, Kitten.” Evan’s voice had dropped an octave.

“You’ll never know unless you check.” It took more focus than I wanted, to keep the teasing in my voice amid the rainbow of sensations driving over me.

Evan sought out my button and zipper. Seconds later, he dragged the remainder of my clothing down my legs. Searing heat built over my skin, and the air kissed my wet mound. His fingers pushed between my legs from behind, parting my folds.

“This is amazing.” I forced the words out between gasps and locked my gaze on Trevor. “But I want something else.”

He smirked and pulled his mouth from my breast, hand still kneading. Evan’s touch danced along my slit, light enough to tease, never making contact with my clit or dipping inside me.

Trevor studied my face, green eyes wide and curious. “Anything you want.”

“You.” I nudged his shoulders, guiding him back toward the sofa. “I want to taste you.” I fumbled with his belt and jeans for only a moment, before undoing both and pushing those plus his boxer briefs to the ground.

He landed on the couch with a quiet grunt, his cock at full mast, begging for attention.

I knelt next to him, wrapped my hand around the base, and stroked. “This time, let me finish you?” I held his gaze, my voice gravelly with desire.

“Fuck, yes.” Evan’s words melded with the moment.

Trevor traced a finger over my bottom lip, pulling it into a pout before letting go. His smile grew. “How am I going to say
no
to a request like that?”