11. Nash

CHAPTER 11

NASH

NASH

"I thought you'd told him?" Nash looked at Damon. He wasn't guilty or ashamed, just surprised that Damon hadn't shared with Taylor what happened between them after their first date.

Damon rolled his eyes and leaned back in the chair, suddenly looking far more confident than he had when he'd first shown up. "You said I could, not that I had to. And how exactly do you bring that up? Nice to see you again, you look gorgeous—by the way, Nash and I had mind-blowing sex while we talked about you." Damon shook his head. "That should've been my first clue that you were into him because you were way into that."

"I can't believe this is happening," Taylor said from his end of the couch.

"Neither can Damon, it seems."

Damon had the decency to stop looking so smug. He rubbed the back of his neck and stared at his lap, then looked back and forth between Nash and Taylor. "I probably owe you both an apology."

"Like I said before, we can't do this if everything between us turns into one of us reassuring you that what we're doing is okay." Nash felt like he'd been cast in the role as bad cop, the hard-ass who laid down the law. But, most of the time, it was what worked between him and Damon. It would be silly to change how he did things now.

Nash turned his gaze over to Taylor because he could still feel Taylor's eyes on him, searching for something. Validation? Maybe. The truth? Probably.

The truth was the age gap didn't matter to Nash. Taylor was confident in many ways. Sure of his skills in the kitchen and with plants, but still unsure about other things. Like his new look, which Nash loved. Even when Taylor added softness to his features with makeup, he still looked very much like Taylor. It didn't transform him. It revealed him.

"I've had the hots for both of you for-fucking-ever. So forgive me if I sound overwhelmed, but…me? Seriously?" Taylor looked to Nash for answers. "How long?"

Nash shrugged. "I don't know, to be honest. You're Colby's brother, so I tried not to notice you, but you make it pretty fucking hard."

"You did a good job of hiding it." Taylor clung to the blanket like it was a lifeline.

"I'll say," Damon agreed. "I should've realized sooner. But why didn't you say anything when I told you that I liked him?"

"Because you liked him," Nash said, unable to keep his tone even. Surely even Taylor must have heard the well, duh behind the words because he snickered. "And I wasn't sure he liked me."

"Oh, trust me." Taylor's voice had a dreamy, husky quality that had Nash's dick taking notice. "I saw you guys kiss one time, and it's all I've been able to think about ever since."

"Do it," Damon said, and Nash turned to look at him. "Kiss him." Damon appeared almost beside himself with happiness and probably arousal, if he was feeling anything close to what Nash was. This burning need in his blood. A spike of adrenaline and that feeling of awe he got whenever there was a big storm brewing on the horizon. Like this thing was a force of nature and Nash was powerless to stop it.

Aware of movement, he turned just in time to see Taylor shove the blanket away and slide across the gap between them.

His cheeks were rosy, either from makeup or maybe the wind still. His eyes were impossibly bright and deep, like glimmering lakes Nash could get lost in.

"You can say no," Taylor's lips said, but his eyes dared Nash to refuse. Dared him to say no while they begged him to give in.

Nash didn't have to be asked twice. They leaned in at the same time, drawing together like magnets. Taylor's skin was soft. That was the first thing Nash noticed when he skated his hand over Taylor's cheek, caging the back of his neck and pulling him closer, tilting his head up so Nash could meet his mouth at the perfect angle.

Taylor made a little sound of surprise, then reached for Nash, gripping handfuls of his shirt. He scooted closer, winding his arms around Nash's neck. Impossibly soft lips parted and Nash took the act as permission to slip his tongue into Taylor's mouth.

Nash couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. There wasn't enough oxygen in the room or blood in his body to supply his brain with the proper function it needed to fathom what was going on. He'd been at home alone one minute, then the next Taylor and Damon were here and everything was different.

The kiss. The confession. They'd changed everything.

Taylor was the first to pull away and he gazed up at Nash, lips parted and shiny. Breathless. Doe-eyed and so fucking pretty Nash wanted to pin him down and kiss him everywhere.

"Holy fuck," Taylor said. His breath hadn't returned and the words were barely a whisper.

"I'll say." Damon, however, had no trouble speaking. He'd moved closer and was sitting on the edge of the recliner. Watching with obvious interest as Nash and Taylor stayed tangled up together.

Taylor pulled away, a frown appearing on his face. "I don't want to come between you."

Damon snorted. "That's funny, because I do want you to come between us. Over and over and over."

Heat seared through Nash, frying all the synapses in his brain like scorched earth.

"I—" Taylor was dumbstruck. "That's not what I meant."

"I know exactly what you meant, but seriously, Taylor, this is sort of perfect, don't you think?" Damon moved out of the recliner and sat on Nash's coffee table like the heathen he was sometimes. Nash didn't have it in him to care, though, because it put Damon within touching distance for both him and Taylor. "I like Nash, and you. And Nash likes me?—"

"Mostly," Nash teased, earning him a scowl from Damon.

"If we all like each other, we can all see each other. Either as two couples or one big, happy, love triangle."

Taylor frowned again. "Isn't that where one person has to choose between two people?"

"That's a vee," Nash said. "Like a triangle without a bottom. In a real love triangle, everyone is connected."

"Well, we don't have to worry about a bottomless triangle in this situation," Taylor supplied with a straight face. His eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. "I don't mean to be forward or whatever, but I'm so fucking turned on right now, it feels like my dick might explode."

Nash and Damon shared a look. The kind that held an entire conversation without speaking a single word.

Should we? Can we? Let's do this. I want this. Me too. Okay.

All conveyed between them in a single heartbeat.

Damon moved first, grabbing Taylor's hand but leaning into Nash, seeking his mouth. Nash went willingly. Kissing Damon was like coming home. It was familiar and comfortable and warm. Inviting. Scorching. Nash's already hard dick throbbed in his pants, angry at being trapped.

As Damon was pulling away, Taylor was moving in and then he and Nash were kissing again. Then the angle changed and Damon was in there too. It was…okay, it was awkward at first, kissing two people at once. It was more tongue than lips, and more breath than tongue but, God, if it didn't do something for Nash to have them both there, so close. Kissing and touching. He could tell the difference between them because Damon was more comfortable. Insistent touches to Taylor's hesitant ones.

Nash kissed his way down Taylor's neck, then wrapped his arms around him and pulled Taylor into his lap. Damon tugged at Taylor's shirt.

"Do you want this?" Damon asked. Probably of both of them, but it was Taylor who answered.

"Fuck, yes." Taylor tilted his head, allowing Nash better access to his neck.

Damon tugged Taylor's shirt off and Nash all but dove in, kissing down from his neck to his chest. He trailed his tongue over Taylor's collarbone, then kissed lower, attacking one of Taylor's nipples with his tongue.

Above him, Damon and Taylor were locked together in a passionate kiss. Taylor was straddling Nash, but leaning back into Damon as he turned his head to kiss him. He was open and exquisite and it was almost unreal how hot this was. Nash couldn't imagine anything that could come close to measuring up to this new reality.

They'd gone from zero to sixty in about ten seconds, though, and Nash didn't want to stop. But more conversation about what they were doing was probably a good idea.

Then Taylor pulled away from Damon and locked eyes with Nash. God, how could Nash even have considered slowing down? Talking was overrated, especially when Taylor was cradled in Damon's arms. One of Taylor's arms was raised and he clung to Damon, but he reached for Nash with his free hand, beckoning him closer. Nash was enthralled. Bewitched. Fucking destroyed for this man who looked like royalty, all sprawled out between him and Damon like a princess.

"Don't think," Taylor pleaded with Nash, still reaching for him, waiting for his answer.

Nash grabbed Taylor's outstretched hand and kissed the palm.

"Motherfucking swoon." Taylor sighed. "That had no business being that hot."

"You haven't seen anything yet, princess."

Taylor's cheeks flushed at the nickname, but he didn't protest it. Damon buried his face in the curve of Taylor's neck and growled appreciatively.

"Princess. I like that." Damon's hands swept over Taylor's torso and all Nash could do was look on. His brain had vacated the building. God, they looked beautiful together. Better than Nash had imagined. And he'd imagined it several times, especially in the past week.

Taylor tugged Nash closer and pulled him into a kiss.

"Don't think," he said again, this time speaking the words right against Nash's mouth. It was a plea. A prayer. The softest of demands. And Nash was powerless.

"If you need to stop," Nash started to say, but Taylor laughed.

"I'm not a virgin, Nash. If I need to stop, I'll say it. But I won't need to."

Nash pulled Taylor into a crushing kiss, wrapping his arms around him, all but yanking him out of Damon's grasp. Then he was standing, shifting them so Taylor was on the couch and Nash sank down to his knees on the floor.

Damon joined him, wasting no time in reaching for Nash, pulling his shirt off.

"He's fucking hot. Right, princess?"

"I have died and gone to heaven." Taylor let out a happy little yelp when Nash reached for the button of his pants. "Oh, fuck yes. More naked. We can do that."

Nash chuckled at how playful Taylor was. His enthusiasm was charming, adorable even. A description Taylor might not appreciate, so he kept it to himself.

Damon helped Nash get Taylor's pants down around the middle of his thighs. Taylor's chest heaved. He had his arms over his head and he clung to the couch behind him, like he needed to keep his hands out of the equation for some reason.

Damon grabbed Nash and yanked him into a hard and dirty kiss. Their tongues clashed. Teeth clacked as they battled. Taylor made a happy noise and Damon pulled away, his gaze heavy with lust.

"Thank you," Damon whispered to Nash before kissing him again, but softer. He turned his attention to Taylor after that, smoothing his hands down Taylor's chest. Tweaking his nipples. Torturing him as he leaned in closer, fanning kisses across Taylor's stomach.

Damon reached back and pulled Nash down. Taylor laughed, a little quiet, a little nervous. Then Nash kissed a bare thigh and watched as Damon's mouth made its way to Taylor's cock.

"Oh, fuck," someone said when Damon took the head of Taylor's dick into his mouth. And in the next moment, Nash realized it had been him who had spoken. Damon turned his head and shuffled over to make room for Nash. It was an invitation Nash couldn't turn down.