32. Callum

We spent the night in a cocoon of sex and semen, choosing to immerse ourselves in the physical. Landon and I had agreed to stick with what worked best between the three of us and save any heavy discussions for once we'd left Zack boneless and completely sated.

But he passed out after our fourth or fifth round. I'd lost count, too caught up in the elation of Zack choosing to stay rather than walking out upon finding what his friend had done for him. For all of us, really.

Sean Fox had told me Zack had been nothing but a miserable bitch since returning home from the vacation the three of us had enjoyed together. While he hadn't come out and stated Zack's feelings for the two of us—those were Zack's to share, Sean had said—he felt in his heart that Zack just needed a little push in the right direction toward happiness and fulfillment.

We hadn't spoken many words after Zack's arrival. The appearance of him had caught my breath and made me desperate to touch him again.

Then he'd trusted me to top him, had submitted himself to me emotionally without any hesitation or even fear in his eyes. Because of his actions, I couldn't help but hope for the outcome Landon and I both wanted with him, even if I ought to have protected my heart instead.

If anything, our night together only solidified that we were meant to be together. Our rare triad carved out a three-piece puzzle that created a beautiful whole. Surely Zack would see that now that he'd had another taste of how perfectly we all fit together.

We'd shared morning blow jobs and ordered room service. While waiting for our food, we enjoyed a third shower together, taking turns in caring for one another until we once more emptied our balls, Zack's and my spunk on Landon's tongue, his swirling down the drain.

The three of us sat in robes around the small table, voracious after the sex marathon of the previous ten or so hours.

Landon shifted on the cushioned chair and glanced at Zack with wary eyes, leading me to believe that it was more than a sore ass making him anxious. "Did you, um, see the image of the three of us on social media?" He was the first to pop our bubble with the reality outside the suite's door. "They didn't identify you, but still."

"I'm not on social media much," Zack replied, a forkful of French toast dripping real maple syrup onto his plate as he held it halfway to his mouth. "Is there any need for concern?"

Landon shook his head while scooping up some scrambled eggs. "We weren't doing anything wrong, but considering my past…" He shrugged.

Zack set his bite down untouched and clutched Landon's forearm across the table. "Hey. You all right, baby?"

"Yeah. I expected a huge blowout like the first time I got caught messing around with more than one guy. I freaked out and needed a couple of extra pills to chill the fuck out."

"Nothing became of it though, so there's no need to worry anymore," I interjected, hoping to soothe Landon's unease as I'd been doing on a daily basis. We'd discussed the whole thing to death, and even though he didn't believe we weren't in the wrong, he struggled to move past it, expecting the worst. But even his father hadn't attempted to get in contact with him again about the situation.

"So what's the problem?" Zack asked, glancing between us, still holding Landon's arm.

Landon shrugged again. "There isn't one as long as it stays buried. So, fingers crossed."

"If you're concerned for me and my reputation, I don't give a shit—wait." Zack sat back, hands falling to his lap, his brow furrowed and hazel eyes suddenly wary. "Are you afraid they'll find out who I am? What I am and how that will affect you and your family?"

"What? No!" Landon stared at him, aghast. "Of course not! I just don't want you dragged down by being involved with the, well, I told you what they called me."

"Fuck the pearl clutchers and homophobes. They don't know how good that stick up their ass can make them feel if they'd only offer it a chance."

Landon snorted a laugh at Zack's snipped declaration, and I relaxed in my chair, not having realized I'd tensed up.

"Need to come over here on my lap and let me comfort you until I'm aching to own your sweet ass again?" Zack asked with a serious face even though his eyes teased.

"Callum needs you more than I do right now," Landon replied.

It was my turn to pause with a fork halfway to my mouth at the sudden change of topic.

Zack once more flitted his gaze between the two of us as though waiting to be filled in.

"You have things you can give him that I can't," Landon went on, "and I don't just mean my dick. His brother…well." Landon bit his lip and glanced at me as though asking permission to spill my shit to Zack. I could guess where he headed and wanted to be the one to share all of me.

"Remember I told you a little about my greatest regret?" I asked quietly, pushing my plate aside.

"Yeah."

"I didn't give you the full story and what has come to pass since then." Swallowing hard, I attempted to set aside my usual guilt.

Zack listened without interruption as I explained about my hesitancy to involve the authorities or another trusted adult in my brother's life all those years ago. He'd paid the consequences of his actions—my inactions—but so did the young woman who'd recently committed suicide.

Tears poured down my cheeks as I recounted the tale, and Zack pulled me off my chair beside him and onto his lap. I didn't exactly fit that well, but he hugged me close, his lips against my hair.

I sagged against him, clinging to his robe and the sense of security his arms gave me, trusting him to hold my head above water.

"See?" Landon's quiet voice reached my ears, but I couldn't tear my face from of Zack's warm neck where his pulse beat against my lips. "You comfort him in ways I can't. You're his rock like he is mine. You complete us, and I like to think that we give you what you need as well."

My breath caught and held as I waited for Zack's response to Landon basically stating exactly what we wanted.

"When did you get so wise, baby?" Zack asked, his voice like honey, sweet and soothing, immediately easing my fear he would once more walk away from us.

"From living and learning the hard way," Landon replied while scooting a little closer, his tone quiet and reflective.

I made myself climb off Zack's lap and sit on the chair he'd forced me to empty. First, I took his hand then Landon's. It looked like I would begin. "Three are stronger than one or two," I murmured, twining our fingers into a beautiful lump that made me feel complete. Understood. "There's nothing we can't face together. I need both of you. Want both of you, so this is me baring my heart fully. Asking for more."

I glanced at Landon first, who peered at Zack with love and expectation in his eyes.

Zack stared at where my hand draped atop his. He squeezed our fingers beneath.

"We'll move to Boston if that's what you want." Landon stumbled over his declaration in a rush to fill the sudden silence as though he expected Zack to turn us down. "Or we can start over. I was thinking Tuscany. You always dreamed about traveling the world, right? At the least, we should go there for a few weeks to settle in, you know? Bond—like Callum and I would like to see happen. You want that too, don't you?"

Landon's hopeful tone mirrored the same feeling in my chest. He'd spilled our desires in a rushed lump of words, so all I could do was hold my breath and wait for Zack to make or break us.