Page 39 of Project: FU (Longwood U #3)

NOLAN

I open the bathroom door and enter the room I share with Tavis. He looks up and pauses. I watch as a sexy smile spreads across his face. He crosses the room and pulls me against his chest, his mouth touching mine.

His hands remain on my hips for a minute before one tangles in my hair and the other grips my ass. He’s such a damn ass man. Then again, he almost always has a hand in my hair, too. I can’t tell if he likes my hair or if he wants to control where my mouth is.

I love the way he kisses me. Kisses like I’ve never experienced. They’re claiming and hot but also affectionate and deep. Meaningful. Intimate.

His hand on my ass slides under my pants. They’re tight pants, so it takes him some awkward effort to be able to press his finger into my hole.

“Fuck, I always want to be inside you,” he grunts.

I grin. “Seems you’ve wanted me inside you far more recently,” I point out.

“If there was a way to accomplish both, I’d do that. Trading off can be frustrating because I want it all. All the time.”

“We don’t have to go out tonight. We can stay in and ride dicks all night. We can even keep the door cracked if you want to tease your sons.”

He smiles against my lips. “No. We’re going out. I want to spoil you with a good time, not just give you orgasms.”

“I won’t argue with that.”

Tavis kisses me again and then takes my hand, leading me to the door. Orion and Skye are on the couch. I wave as Tavis tells them goodnight. I don’t miss that they want to come with us.

It’s been really interesting at home for the last couple of weeks. I feel like Orion’s flirting had picked up after he saw us fucking through the door and then it waned, but it’s back to full blast. There’s something different about it now, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Even Skye’s subtle flirting has been more obvious lately. I’m not sure what to make of it.

Any of it. Tavis isn’t bothered at all. He’s almost always smirking when he witnesses it.

The theater Tavis takes me to is almost an hour north as we get closer to L.A. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but the space is huge and elegant with crazy high ceilings, elegantly carved columns, and heavy velvet curtains.

We’re led to a large round booth with tall walls that’s open to the stage on the far side of the room. Otherwise, our booth is completely private.

“Are there going to be others joining us?” I ask.

Tavis pulls me close to his side. “Nope. Just us.”

“Why such a large table?”

“Privacy.”

“You’re not going to fuck me here, are you?” I tease.

His eyes glint. “Are you open to public sex, love?”

My heart skips around. “Uh…”

Tavis chuckles. “No, not here. At least, not this time.”

I relax against him. I don’t fancy being arrested three days before the end of term. I’d like to enjoy my summer, thanks. Although, I’m not sure I’m opposed to fucking here if the lights go down. Not that I’m going to bring that up. Somehow, I think Tavis will jump on it.

We’re brought the first round of our meal, and I entertain myself by watching people being led in.

Not all seating is like the booth we’re in.

I think the perimeter and maybe the balcony have private seating like this, but they’re smaller, not-quite-as-private booths just beyond us.

And closer to the stage, there are tables quite close together.

People are dressed far more glamorously than I am. I glance down at my shirt with the top button undone and no tie, when there’s someone being led wearing a peacock-colored glitter dress and high heels.

“We’re underdressed,” I point out.

Tavis chuckles. “No. They’re overdressed. I think a lot of people take whatever excuse they can to dress up these days.”

“The days of balls and galas at home in your ballroom are over.”

He smiles.

We’re quiet for another minute as we finish the small first course. I lean back in the booth, my shoulder pressing against Tavis’.

He grips my thigh. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Ah. The privacy walls make sense.”

Tavis chuckles. “No, it’s definitely for date night, but I do want to talk about something.”

“What’s that?”

“How do you feel about my sons?”

“They’re great.”

“How generic.”

I laugh. “I really like three of your kids. They’re fun to be around and I enjoy their company.”

He hums. “Okay, good. I’m asking specifically about Orion and Skye.”

Sighing, I shift to look at him. “I prefer if you just get to what you really want to know.”

Tavis grins. “How do you feel about them?” I narrow my eyes and he laughs. “Answer me, Nolan.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say. I just told you I like them. I like hanging out with them. I like that they’re around. If you want to know if I’m bothered that they live with us, I’m not at all. If you’re looking for something specific, I need you to ask a more specific question.”

“Fair. They flirt with you a lot.”

“That’s not a question, and since they have no issues flirting in front of you, I’m again unsure what you’re getting at here.”

“You rarely flirt back.”

I stare at him. Until he gets a little more helpful in this conversation, I don’t really have anything to add.

“Are you interested in them? Either of them? Both of them?”

“I’m committed to you.”

“I know that. That’s not my question.”

“You’re fishing for something specific, but trying to guess is exhausting, Tavis. Just out with it.”

He holds my eyes for a long time. I watch as he licks his lips. My heart races because I have no idea where this is going. We don’t look away when our plates are taken. They’re replaced with the next course a minute later.

“How do you feel about polyamory?”

I smirk. “You understand I have five fathers, right?”

Tavis chuckles. “I mean for yourself.”

“Oh. I… I’m not…” I look at my plate for a minute and take a bite of what’s in front of me as I consider his question.

How do I feel about it? “I guess I’ve never given it much thought.

I was raised to accept love however it comes—guy, girl, neither, both, multiple.

” I shrug. “So I guess I’m indifferent until it becomes relevant. ”

“Let’s make it relevant to this conversation,” Tavis says. He distracts me when he holds his fork up to my lips, offering me a bite from his plate. “Me, Orion, Skye. Think about it and tell me how you feel.”

If I didn’t have food in my mouth, I’m sure it would be hanging open. This is definitely not the direction I thought this conversation was going. Or any conversation.

“I… haven’t thought about it,” I say.

Tavis’ smile is amused. “I can see that. I’m asking you to think about it now.”

“I, uh, well—why?”

“You once told me that when you’re with someone, you tend to no longer find other people attractive. Correct?”

I nod. “Yeah.” Though I’ve been musing that it’s not the same lately, because I do still find Orion and Skye attractive, even though I’m completely into Tavis. All in. All of me.

“I realize it probably doesn’t work this way, but I’m giving you permission to consider my sons. In no way do I find this disloyal. I will not be upset.” He pauses, keeping my eyes on his. “Now tell me how you feel about the three of us with you?”

How do I feel? My heart is ready to race itself right out of my chest; that’s how I feel!

My mouth opens and closes a few times as I look for words.

My brain isn’t being helpful at the moment.

There’s a line of thought that gets interrupted by another.

Over and over again. It’s like people are yelling over each other to be heard. That’s my brain right now.

“Is that what they want?” I ask.

Tavis sighs. He gathers another bite on his fork and offers it to me. “I don’t know, exactly. I brought you up to them, and I realized that before I can ask how they feel about this, I need to ask how you feel about it.”

“But you feel like it’s a good idea?”

He doesn’t answer right away as he takes a bite off his plate.

“I admit I was surprised to find I wasn’t the least bit bothered by the way they talk to you.

How they look at you. How they very obviously want you.

I’ve spent a lot of time contemplating this, and found that I’m equally unbothered by the idea of them with you. ”

Our conversation stops when the server returns to take our plates and replaces them with another course. Fortunately, none of these courses are very big. I’m not even sure what I’m eating, and I’m not going to ask.

“I’ve thought about them fucking you while I hold you for them,” Tavis says, and a thrill of excitement rushes through me. Well, that’s unexpected. “I don’t hate it,” he says. “At all. I don’t hate any of the scenarios in my mind, all with you at the center, orgasming like a fountain.”

I shiver. These pants are not the kind that are comfortable when you’re hard. I meet Tavis’ eyes. “Sleeping together isn’t exactly polyamory,” I point out.

“No,” Tavis agrees. “Not when we’re just talking about sex.” He studies me for a minute. “I guess I just have a gut feeling that it’s not going to stop there. Which is why I’m jumping to that conversation, too.”

“So… me, with you and your two sons. That’s what you’re proposing?”

“I’m asking how you feel about the idea. Both of just the group sex with you in the center getting all the attention, and further, how you’d feel about it if something more came from it.”

“Because you’re anticipating that it will.”

“I am. I can’t exactly tell you why I’m so sure, but yes, I feel like this is the direction that we’re headed.

I think getting involved physically when you’re not interested in a romantic relationship, too, might be a mistake.

But I know my kids, and my gut says this isn’t just physical for them, even if it’s presenting as such now. ”

The lights dim, signifying that the show’s about to begin.

“Think about it,” Tavis says quietly.

As if I have a choice. I’m not going to lie.

The image that Tavis put in my head as the one in the middle of them as they fucked me, rode me, choked me with their cock down my throat—all three Davenport men at once—is something that’s burned behind my eyes.

I’m not sure anything has been more appealing than this one image.

But as Tavis pointed out, it’s not all about sex.

It won’t stay all about sex. I think he’s right because we’re friends.

I think I’m compatible with all three men.

I think I could be happy with any of them.

If, somehow, this strange series of events that led to Tavis being the one at the end of my misguided hookups had been different, and either Skye or Orion were there, I think I’d have found myself in a relationship with them.

I meant what I said to Skye the day I apologized.

In a different set of circumstances, I’d be eating out of his hand.

He’s so damn sweet and shy and beautiful.

I love his heart and his quiet humor. I love the way he’ll talk about something he’s interested in once he finally finds himself in a comfortable place around you.

Then there’s Orion, who might as well be as opposite from Skye as one could get, and I can still say that I’d be just as hypnotized by him.

His loud, happy, boisterous personality.

Always ready to laugh and have a good time, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t any depth to him.

He’s committed to finding a fulfilling job, which has made him dedicated to continue taking classes.

There’s no mistake. I could be very happy with any of the Davenport men. It’s happenstance that I ended up with Tavis.

And now Tavis is giving me the option of a possible future with all three of them. I’d be lying if I said my heart wasn’t racing in anticipation. As if it’s already a sure thing. Maybe somewhere in my gut, I think it is.

I was sure about Tavis. Now I feel that same stirring of conviction that this is how we’re going to unfold.

I miss the entire first act of the show while my mind spins with the possibilities. I blink back into the moment as the lights turn up, signaling that we’re beginning intermission.

There’s a server at our table before I even manage to take my first breath after the lights come up. “Are you ready for dessert or can I offer you a beverage first?” they ask.

“Let’s have a couple espressos,” Tavis says.

The server inclines their head and turns away.

“I’m going to be up all night if I have an espresso,” I point out.

He gives me a smirk, eyes glinting. “That’s the idea.”

I link my arm through his and lay my head on his shoulder. My fingers tangle with his, trapping his hand between both of mine. His free hand brushes my hair.

“I’m interested,” I tell him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good to hear.”

“Would you have been disappointed if I hadn’t been?”

Tavis shakes his head. “No, Nolan. Not at all. Trust me, I’m not opposed to keeping you all for myself in the least. Knowing that only my dick will ever go in that tight ass—you have no idea how hard I am with that idea.”

“Yet it sounds like you want to see them fuck me,” I point out.

Our drinks arrive, so Tavis waits to respond. Once the server walks away, he says, “That’s hot in a very different, but just as potent, way. I’m happy with either conclusion, and I’m not sure I want one over the other. I will live a very happy life with either.”

I pick my head up so I can look at him. “Now what?”

“Now we see what my boys are going to do next. I don’t think Orion has the kind of self-discipline Skye does, so I don’t think it’ll be long before he actually makes a move.”

“I feel like it’s misleading if I let him kiss me and he believes I’m cheating on you.”

“Mm,” he agrees, nodding. “You’re going to have to trust me on this. It can’t be pushed, so we’re just going to have to see what happens and go from there.”

“Fun.”