Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

Jaxon

I t was Sunday—a day I usually didn’t work. Yet there I was… fucking working. All because doing nothing left me with too much time to muse over Logan and Spencer’s words and suggestions. I didn’t know what in the hell to do about this weird attraction I had to Eros and Zeppelin, and I was no closer to figuring it out now than I was yesterday. Logan made it sound so simple, but it wasn’t. Not at my age.

I rubbed at my tired eyes. I’d barely gotten any sleep last night because I’d—yet again—had another of those fucking dreams. In this one, Eros was beneath me, my cock deep in his ass, and Zeppelin was fucking me so hard that he was managing to make me fuck Eros, too. I’d actually come in my fucking pants while asleep , which was a sticky, irritating mess to deal with.

What the fuck was I supposed to do about this?

I leaned back in my chair, and the creak of it filled the otherwise silent room. The numbers on my screen were beginning to blur together, and my eyes were burning. My ass had pinpricks running through it, and my legs were stiff. How long had I been sitting here? Flicking my eyes to the clock to the right of my laptop, I grimaced.

I’d been sitting here for three hours straight. Christ. I needed coffee— lots of coffee. And I needed to stretch and move around.

With a grunt, I stood from my chair, wincing at the pain in my back. I cast a glance at my old, worn computer chair. Maybe I should invest in another one. But then, that was money I didn’t want to spend. I wasn’t hurting for money by any means, but I did hate buying shit I didn’t want to buy. And I didn’t particularly want to buy a desk chair.

The doorbell rang just as I was about to pick up my coffee mug to take to the kitchen. Sighing, I dropped my hand back to my side and went to go see who was bothering me. If it was Spencer, Logan, or Ezra, they would’ve knocked once and then just walked in. I’d always made it clear they didn’t ever have to knock. This house was their home whether they’d settled into an apartment together or not. Sometimes, they just walked on in. Most of the time, they chose to remain “respectful” and announce their arrival.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I growled when I swung open the front door.

Zeppelin grinned at me and held up a bag of food that smelled so good, my stomach loudly growled. “Hello to you, too,” he said in a taunting tone.

“Why are you two here?” I asked, looking at Eros since he was likely to be the more sensible one between the two of them.

Eros smiled at me—a soft smile that made my gut clench. Fuck, why did he have to be so fucking nice? Why couldn’t he be a cocky asshole like his husband? It would make it easier to brush them off.

“You wouldn’t go out with us and kept blowing us off,” Eros answered. “So, we thought we’d bring lunch to you.”

I gritted my teeth. “I said I wasn’t interested,” I growled, tightening my fingers around the door handle. I was already drowning just by being in their mere presence. Now, they expected me to sit through a meal with them? I didn’t know how to handle this. Dating had always been so easy, but the people I dated were women . Not men I was having a gay-for-them crisis over.

Zeppelin arched a brow at me. “Are you really going to turn us away after we drove thirty minutes to pick up this food, had to send your plate back to be remade because it was wrong, and then drove over here to see you?”

I winced. Well, when he put it like that…

Fuck you, Zeppelin .

“Fine,” I groaned, stepping back and opening the door wider to let them in. Zeppelin stepped in after Eros, both of them taking in my home. It was very simple and minimalist. I was a single man, so I only needed the bare minimum. Didn’t even have kids living with me anymore. All their stuff was gone and in their own apartment.

“Oh, there’s the sweet baby,” Eros cooed, crouching to pick up Ash, who had wandered over to see what was going on. “Hi, sweet girl.”

Zeppelin scratched around her ears with one finger for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips. Then, he dropped his hand, looking at me expectantly. “Where are we eating?”

I heaved a tired breath before silently leading them to the back porch. “Out here,” I said, opening the door to the patio. “I’m going to wash up and grab plates and eating utensils.”

“Sure thing,” Zeppelin said, his back to me as he began pulling the food out of the bags. I stood there for a moment, watching Eros cuddle Ash and Zeppelin pull the containers out before I shook my head the tiniest bit and headed inside. I scrubbed my hands clean before grabbing three plates, spoons, knives, and forks, and then, I grabbed three beers.

I knew I was going to need one to get through… whatever this was.

When I stepped outside, Ash was in the grass rolling around. Eros and Zeppelin had just stepped out in front of me and were pulling out the patio chairs from beneath the table. “Where did you two go?” I asked, looking between the two of them suspiciously.

“To wash our hands,” Eros told me, an understanding smile tilting his lips. “Your bathroom wasn’t hard to find.”

I frowned but stayed silent, setting everything on the table. Zeppelin and Eros took their seats, and I took mine, opening the container beside me. Steak, asparagus, and mashed potatoes smothered in brown gravy stared back at me. My mouth salivated. Damn, it looked good. Definitely better than anything I’d eaten in the past couple of weeks.

“Thanks,” I gruffly told them, putting everything on my plate. I couldn’t stand eating out of a Styrofoam container, especially if steak was involved. It was just a recipe for disaster.

“All good,” Zeppelin told me, already digging into his food. We ate in silence, allowing nature to surround us. I was too hungry to talk, and Ash was plenty of entertainment all on her own as she tried to attack bugs and chase birds through the backyard.

When I was finished eating, I swallowed a healthy swig of beer before setting it down and leaning back, eyeing the two gorgeous men in front of me. “So, care to enlighten me about what the hell is truly happening here?” I asked, done playing their games.

Zeppelin leaned back in his chair as well and licked his lips, looking like the perfect picture of a man at ease. Eros set his fork down and wiped his mouth with a napkin before looking at me too with something akin to yearning in his eyes.

A tingle rushed through my body from head to toe, and I shivered.

“We want you,” Eros told me. I hated the flush that stole over my cheeks. “We want you badly enough to do shit like this just to have you. I’ve made it clear to Zeppelin from the moment we decided we were forever that I would want a third in our relationship eventually, but it’s been… tough,” he finally settled on, “to find someone that Zeppelin wanted as well for more than a night.”

“And you just decided on me right when you saw me?” I asked, disbelief coloring my tone.

Zeppelin shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “Sure. Why not? Everything about you draws me in, Jaxon, and the more you fight us, the more I want to pursue you.”

“And if I give in? Then what?” I demanded. “You going to get your fill and run off?”

He scoffed, but it was Eros who said, “Actually, no. He’ll latch on so hard, you can’t escape. Happened to me.” Eros shrugged before giving me a pleading look. “Just give us a chance, Jaxon.”

I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. Reopening them, I slowly blew out that same breath. “I think both of you are forgetting the part where I’m not gay.”

Zeppelin stood up and rounded the table. I didn’t even have time to move out of his way before he was looming over me with one hand braced on the arm of my chair. He slid his other hand into my hair and gripped my strands, yanking my head back so I was forced to look up at him.

My dick hardened so fucking fast, it robbed me of my breath.

“See, you’re wrong,” he rumbled. “Men don’t get hard like this for other men if they’re one hundred percent straight, baby.” He palmed my cock through my sweats, and I moaned, my eyes sliding shut. My legs parted of their own accord, and he groaned appreciatively. My breath hitched in my throat when his lips brushed mine in a barely-there kiss. “I can take care of that for you. Show you how fucking good it can be with us. Because—fucking hell , baby—we want you. Bad .”

I shivered at the low, hoarse note to his voice and the way his words slid over my skin like silk. When my lips parted, he pressed his mouth to mine in a harder kiss. I groaned when his fingers slid beneath the waistband of my pants and wrapped around my aching erection.

“Fuck, you’re big,” he growled, using my precum to slick me up a little. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to ease the catch and glide of his rough palm over my sensitive skin.

He released my mouth, only to grip my chin and turn my head to let Eros claim my lips. Eros’s kiss was a bit softer than Zeppelin’s, but it was just as passionate. Just as demanding.

Lust clouded my brain as I lost myself to the pleasure of Zeppelin’s hand and the erotic, tongue-tangling kiss I was sharing was Eros. My hips rose off the chair, thrusting into Zeppelin’s fist, my orgasm barreling through me at the speed of light.

With a long moan, I fell apart at the seams, coming in my pants and in Zeppelin’s fist.

Zeppelin nosed along my jaw as Eros slowed our kiss, turning it tender and sweet in a way that had my heart clenching painfully in my chest.

“See how good it can be, Jax baby?” Zeppelin breathed in my ear before sucking lightly on the lobe. I shuddered.

I was so fucked .