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Kayden paused once he was fully seated, looking over at Aldo and Hazel’s combined hand job, then he pulled out again, until only the head remained.
When he thrust back in, it was faster, harder.
Hazel lifted her legs around Kayden’s waist, hooking her ankles behind his back. The position tilted her ass up so Kayden could slide in deeper.
Aldo was riveted, his gaze locked on the spot where his two lovers were connected. God, it was almost too much.
He wanted Hazel more than he wanted his next birthday, but he was perilously close to coming, simply from watching Kayden fuck her.
They were beautiful together, perfect, a work of goddamn art. And, by God, they were his.
For Aldo, there was no other option.
He’d watched his brother Elio and his cousins, Gio and Tony, fall hard. He’d been jealous, and even slightly concerned that perhaps there was something wrong with him. Something inside that was holding him back from finding the same happiness.
Now, he could see he simply hadn’t found it.
He’d gotten halfway there with Kayden, and in this moment, the circle was complete.
Kayden’s skin grew slick with perspiration, Hazel’s voice hoarse from her cries. They rocked together harder and harder.
Aldo released her hand because, dammit, he was too close.
He and Kayden had tried to keep their distance from each other, determined to make this night all about Hazel. To show her, to convince her that they would take care of her…but with their kiss, that plan had gone out the window.
Unable to resist, Aldo reached out, his fingers finding the place where they were joined.
Kayden’s eyes flew up with the first touch of his fingers, sliding around Kayden’s cock before stroking Hazel’s clit.
She gasped, then said his name, and Aldo was sure he’d never heard anything sweeter. “Aldo. Yes! So good.”
Kayden’s forehead creased, a quiet growl escaping.
It was his tell. One Aldo recognized well. One he’d missed.
Kayden was there.
“Aldo,” he said through gritted teeth.
He understood the plea, increasing the pressure on Hazel’s clit.
Kayden didn’t want to come until she did, but Aldo’s fingers were clearly the equivalent to throwing gasoline on a fire. He’d been able to hold back until that.
“Come, Hazel,” Kayden demanded.
Hazel’s head flew back, her orgasm striking mere seconds before Kayden’s.
Their bodies jerked in a dance as old as time, and Aldo couldn’t take his eyes off them.
It was several minutes before the two of them recovered enough to move, Kayden dropping down beside Hazel, placing kiss after kiss on her shoulder and neck, murmuring a litany of sweet nothings.
Aldo remained where he was, kneeling on Hazel’s opposite side, his knees pressed against her hip.
“Hazel.”
She was new to this—hell, so were they—so they needed to take care.
“Come inside me, Aldo.” She lifted her arms to him.
He hesitated. “If you’re too tired, or sore, or—”
“Please,” she whispered.
It was an offer he couldn’t refuse. Slipping on the condom, he knelt between her legs. He considered pushing her to her hands and knees, a different position from the one she and Kayden had shared, but he wanted to see her face, needed to be able to read her expression, to kiss those soft lips, to look deep into those bright green eyes, when he slid inside her for the very first time.
Hazel wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him down to her, as if she needed the very same thing.
They kissed as he slowly pushed inside her tight, hot pussy.
He entered with one firm slide, not stopping until he was buried deep.
“Perfect,” he whispered to her.
She blinked a couple of times, and he saw the sheen of tears in her eyes. “No one has ever…” Her throat seemed to clog on the words, but it was fine. He didn’t want to hear them. Didn’t want to think of her spending her life with people who couldn’t see her for the incredible woman she was.
“You’re perfect,” he repeated, determined to say the words a thousand times a day until they sank in.
She gave him a watery smile, then a kiss, then a low groan that told him he’d found the right spot. He lifted his hips, then pushed them back down, making sure to hit that same place over and over.
And when he was there, ready to fall over the cliff, he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear.
“Together.”
Hazel’s body responded immediately, her orgasm shoving him off the precipice, the two of them falling, falling, falling…
Perfect.
Chapter Eighteen
Kayden smiled when he heard the front door open.
“Kay. We’re here,” he heard Aldo call out.
“I’m in the kitchen,” he replied. “Make yourselves comfortable in the living room. I’ll be right there.”
Kayden finished putting the wings on a plate, then popped the top on three beers. Aldo had gone to pick up Hazel while he got the food ready. The three of them had opted to do their own private hockey viewing party tonight versus joining the whole gang.
Their jobs were seriously interfering with the amount of time they got to spend together, which meant it had been a week since they’d seen each other. Seven whole days since they’d spent that incredible night in his bed.
Sex with Aldo and Hazel had been a life-altering event for him, and Kayden had spent every day since then replaying it in his mind, while fantasizing about all the other things he wanted to do with them.
Aldo was coming off a four-day work stint, and since taking that previous night off, Hazel had doubled down on remaining close to Nonno, even though he was doing great. At his last checkup, the doctor had been shocked by how quickly he was recovering. The Morettis were crediting Hazel with that, everyone impressed by not only her work ethic but the genuine care she was giving Nonno. He was a stubborn guy, so the fact Hazel was able to get him to eat the proper diet—without cheating—exercise when he didn’t want to, and rest upon her command was nothing short of a Festivus miracle.
Kayden picked up the plate with one hand, juggling the three bottles of beer in the other, and joined Hazel and Aldo in the living room. Setting everything on the coffee table, he bent over to give her a quick kiss hello.
At least, quick had been his intention, but she tasted so good, he decided to linger.
Aldo stopped fiddling with the remote to watch them. Kayden was accustomed to Aldo’s penchant for playing voyeur, making little secret over the years that he liked to watch.
Hazel smiled when he broke the kiss.
“Hello to you too,” she joked.
Kayden plopped down on the couch next to her, the three of them picking up their beers before leaning back against the cushions, settling in to watch the game.
“Looks like the puck doesn’t drop for another few minutes.” Aldo twisted to face the two of them. “Goddamn, I missed you two this week. We’re going to have to figure something out with our schedules because I’m not going another seven days cold turkey again.”
Kayden agreed wholeheartedly. “This wouldn’t be a problem if we all lived together.” He hadn’t meant to throw that out there, and definitely not as casually as he did, but it was the one thing that kept coming up this week as he crawled into bed alone. He wanted them with him. Every night.
“Damn, man. Why don’t you just put it out there?” Aldo attempted to make light of his slip of the tongue.
Hazel, thank God, just laughed. “I’m not a bit surprised by that leap. Let’s face it. We’ve approached this relationship like we’re living in dog years. Hot and heavy and so damn fast, I can’t believe we don’t all have whiplash.”
Kayden leaned toward her, grateful she’d taken his comment in stride. “I wasn’t suggesting we start packing up yours and Aldo’s stuff tonight.”
Hazel gave him a wry grin. “I could pack up my entire life in ten minutes and fit it all in one suitcase.”
And while Kayden gave her the response she was going for, chuckling, he couldn’t help thinking how sad that truth was. It was another reason he wanted her here, in this house. It was clear Hazel had never really lived in a home, and he wanted to give her that. Wanted to give her a closet full of clothes—one to rival Keeley’s—wanted pictures of their lives together hanging on every wall, and he wanted her girlie shit junking up the bathroom counter.
He wanted to give her a place to put down serious roots.
“Not me,” Aldo chimed in. “I have way too much shit in my place, and I can tell you right now, when I finally do move out, half of it isn’t coming with me.”
“You planning to move out?” Hazel asked.
Kayden expected Aldo to backtrack out of the conversation, but instead he said, “Sleeping alone sucks.”
He nodded. “Tell me about it.”
“You know, my lease is up soon,” Aldo reminded him. “If you’re really serious about us—”
“I am,” Kayden interjected without hesitation. “Tell your landlord you’re moving out. I think it’s way past time we did this.”
Aldo tapped his bottle against Kayden’s. “I agree. Now then, all we have to do is convince this one.” Aldo turned his attention to Hazel.
Hazel shook her head. “I’ve committed to staying with the Morettis for at least another five weeks. Then, after that, I’m finding my own place to rent.”
“Or…” Kayden pressed. “You move in here.”
Hazel threw her hands up. “I can’t move in with you guys after a month of dating.”
“Why not?” Aldo asked. “It’s not like there are hard-and-fast rules about cohabitation. Think about it, Hazel. The house is paid for, so no mortgage, which means the three of us would only have to split utilities and food.”
Hazel flipped her hair over her shoulder, and it was obvious she wouldn’t be swayed tonight. Which was fine. Because Kayden truly hadn’t intended to speak those thoughts aloud.
“I’m tabling this discussion until such time as you two come to your senses. Right now,” Hazel pointed at their crotches, “you’re thinking with your dicks.”
Kayden laughed. “Let me reassure you that I’m thinking with both heads, but I’m cool with putting off making any decisions about this…for another five weeks.”
Hazel snorted—an actual, adorable snort. “You’re so kind.”
Aldo ruffled her hair as she swatted his hand away. Kayden decided to hop in, tickling her sides as she began to wrestle in earnest, attempting to get away, laughing hysterically.
“No fair,” she complained. “You’re ganging up on me.”
“That’s because you won’t just give us what we want and agree to move in.” Aldo grasped her wrists, making it easier for Kayden to continue tickling her.
“You’re both crazy,” she cried, still laughing.
Kayden relented, gripping her waist to hold her steady while he gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Crazy for you.”
Hazel’s laughter faded, morphing into that same amazement she flashed whenever they told her how they felt. Kayden had witnessed the same look when they told her they wanted a relationship with her.
“I’m crazy for you too,” she admitted softly. “Both of you. I’ve never—” She stopped short, still not able to make the final leap.
It didn’t matter. Kayden, all on his own, was relentless when it came to getting what he wanted. Add Aldo’s Moretti stubbornness to the mix, and their lovely girl didn’t stand a chance.
“Can I ask you guys a question?” Hazel tugged down her T-shirt, which had ridden up during her struggles. Kayden was tempted to strip it off her completely, but there was something in her tone that told him she was moving on to a more serious topic.
“Of course,” Kayden replied.
“When did you guys first start hooking up?”
Aldo chuckled, but Kayden didn’t, trying to determine if she was okay or appalled.
“Guess we haven’t done a very good job of hiding it,” Aldo replied. “I’m mean, Kayden was pretty hands-on during the blow job lesson.”
She frowned. “Were you trying to hide it?”
Aldo shook his head. “No. We weren’t. Not really.”
Kayden sighed. “Hazel, we were already asking you to take a pretty big leap by going out with two men at the same time. We thought we’d give you time to adjust to that before we added another layer.”
She tilted her head. “When were you going to tell me?”
“Honestly?” Kayden said. “Tonight.”
Hazel raised one eyebrow, but Aldo quickly held his hand up Boy Scout style. “We swear.”
“And to answer your question, we first hooked up seven years ago,” Kayden added.
“Really? But you’ve been friends forever. Why did you wait so long?” she asked.
“I always thought of myself as a straight guy who was just bi-curious, and it was the same for Aldo. One night, we fell into a bottle of bourbon, and the next thing we knew, we were exploring that curiosity together. It was…”
“Amazing,” Aldo finished. “Incredible. We fucked like rabbits for months, obsessed with the sex and each other.”
Hazel frowned. “That feels very past tense.”
“We realized what we had—even as good as it was—wasn’t going to be enough for either of us. We like sex with women…a lot. Plus, we both lean toward the dominant side, and while we don’t have issues switching from top to bottom, there was still a bit of power play happening in the bedroom. We need someone to—”
“Boss around?” Hazel interrupted before Kayden could finish. Then she gave them a true smart-ass smirk.
Aldo laughed, but Kayden shook his head.
“We need someone to even us out. To allow us to let our inner alphas out. If Aldo and I had become a couple, we would have been forced to put that part of ourselves away too often for it to feel comfortable.”
“So you just stopped?”
Kayden nodded. “For a couple years.”
Aldo took a swig of his beer before elaborating. “Then we realized we were thinking inside the box. Something we didn’t understand until my cousin Layla came home with her new partners, Miguel and Finn. We took one look at what the three of them had and a light went on. That’s when we knew we were two parts of a three-piece orchestra.”
“So you’ve been together since then?”
Kayden shook his head. “Not completely. Not in the way we want to be. After the last time we were together in bed…we knew there was something missing, so the sex stopped again.”
“For how long?” she asked.
“A year,” Kayden replied.
“A long fucking year,” Aldo added with a groan. “We’ve spent a long time looking for…” Aldo reached out, running his hand through her hair. “You.”
“Me,” she whispered to herself, that same tone of disbelief in her voice.
Kayden gave her a soft kiss, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “You.” He was determined to make their feelings for her sink in.
Aldo took another drink of beer, then put the bottle down. “Game’s about to start.” It was clear from his tone and the way he didn’t pick the remote back up that he could care less if they saw it.
“You’re running out of chances to watch your brother play,” Hazel said, even as she shifted closer to Aldo, stroking his thigh.
Kayden loved the moments when Hazel let loose enough to flirt with them.
“Can I ask you guys something else?”
Aldo nodded, his gaze locked on her hand, which had drifted closer and closer to his cock.
“Can I watch you together?” she whispered.
Aldo’s eyelids grew heavy, his eyes going dark. She was speaking to his best friend’s voyeuristic heart.
Kayden didn’t wait for Aldo’s answer. Instead, he stood up, reaching his hand down to her. “Come on.”
Hazel took his hand instantly, Aldo rising to follow. None of them said another word as they walked to Kayden’s bedroom. He’d cleaned it today, vacuumed, dusted, changed the sheets. He’d known the second they made plans for the evening this was where they’d end up.
Kayden crossed the room to the bed, drawing down the duvet. “Take off your clothes, Hazel.”
She frowned. “But I want—”
“You want to do what I say,” Kayden interjected.
Hazel responded to the tone now as she always did. With obedience.
Kayden wasn’t even sure if she realized it, but her hands went to the hem of her shirt, and she pulled it over her head. The rest of her clothing followed.
Once she was naked, he gestured to the bed. “Crawl into the middle. Sit with your back against the headboard.”
Again, she did exactly as he asked, looking at him expectantly, waiting for his next demand.
“You want a show?” Kayden murmured.
She nodded.
“Then you’ll get a show.”
Aldo cursed under his breath, the long, slow “fuuuuuck” telling Kayden just how turned on his best friend, his boyfriend, his lover was.
Kayden stepped to the end of the bed, crooking a finger to Aldo. “Our girl wants to see us.”
Aldo approached, the two of them turning to face each other.
They closed the distance and their lips met. Unlike the softer, gentler kisses they shared with Hazel, this one was brutal, hard, hungry. Like soldiers returning home after years at war, they came together in a flurry of fierce passion. Kayden bit Aldo’s lower lip, and he tasted the tang of blood. Then he fisted a handful of Aldo’s hair, pulling it roughly.
Aldo gripped Kayden’s hips, dragging him forward until their erections brushed against each other.
The kiss grew hotter, lingered, as Kayden began to unbutton Aldo’s shirt. He stripped it off his shoulders, tossing it to the floor, before gripping Aldo’s upper arms, deepening the kiss even more.
Aldo wasn’t idle, wasn’t passive. His fingers worked Kayden free of his jeans, pushing them to his ankles before he shoved a hand inside his boxers to grip his dick.
