Page 54 of The Substitute (New York Gods #4)

FORTY-SIX

TOBI

For the first time in a while, my brain wakes up slowly. It’s not the light switch that usually flips, releasing the nonstop thoughts.

I’m so warm.

And hard. So fucking hard.

A big hand runs down my chest, and I arch into the touch.

“I think someone is waking up,” Savage whispers.

Wait, what?

Am I dreaming?

My eyes pop open, and I lean back against a warm chest as I blink at the face in front of me. What the hell is happening?

Savage is smirking at me when my vision clears, and Ambrose’s sleep-roughened chuckle vibrates against my back.

“What is happening? What are you doing here?” My heart is in my throat as I wait for his answer.

“I’m fixing this.” Savage runs his knuckle under my chin and up my jaw while he leans in, staring at my mouth. “You’re too important. I can’t lose you. Not without a fight.”

His lips touch mine in a delicate kiss that lingers while he steals my breath.

“But…I don’t…” I just shake my head because I don’t know what to say. There are too many thoughts or not enough or maybe just not complete ones, I can’t tell anymore.

“I fucked up. Be mad—I can take it. But please be angry at my face. Don’t hide from me anymore.” He brushes away a tear when it slips down my cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“You hurt me,” I choke out as I try to keep some control over myself.

“Do you want me to go?” he asks carefully. “I will if you’re not ready.”

“No.” I barely manage. “Yes. No. Maybe.” I bury my face in his chest and suck in a shaky breath.

His hand slips into my hair. “It’s a bit hard to follow all those at once.”

I cling to him, not trusting my voice. I don’t really want him to go. I want to stop hurting.

“Talk to me about it. Please” Savage wraps his fingers around my wrist, pulling my hand to flatten my palm over his heart.

I can feel his pulse, and it helps calm me.

I lift my head, needing to say this to his face.

I can’t hide anymore. I did enough of that this year.

“You knew how Rhys and Teddy were sneaking around behind my back, lying to me, and you still lied to me.” My chin trembles, but I don’t break eye contact.

Ambrose wraps himself around me tighter but doesn’t interrupt.

Shit. I hate having to do this in front of him.

I put my free hand on his arm, and he lifts his hand to intertwine our fingers.

“I fucked up. I didn’t think you’d give me a chance if you knew because of how you were with Ambrose, and then it had gone on too long, and I didn’t know how to fix it.” I can see his mind working through his eyes.

“I probably wouldn’t have given you a chance,” I admit. “But you still should have told me. I deserve a choice.”

“I know.”

I press my eyes closed trying to sort through some of my feelings. “Did you follow me home from the bar?”

“Fuck no. I left and went home. Ambrose came and got me last night.”

Confused, I turn to look over my shoulder at him. “You did?”

“You need him, too.”

“But…you want me to yourself. I was trying to do that for you.”

“I know I do, but I can see you’re missing a part of yourself. I think you need us both.” Ambrose leans up on his elbow to kiss me.

My heart is ready to burst, but whether from joy or sadness, I’m not sure yet.

“You are more important than our shit,” Ambrose says against my lips. “We’ll figure it out, but right now, you’re the priority.”

“Are you saying you’ll both date me? And like be okay with it?”

“Yes,” Ambrose says.

I turn back toward Savage for confirmation, and he nods. “We have a lot of history to work through, but we never had a reason to try. Not until you. You’re more important than any shit we have.”

“Why?” My own warped sense of self can’t understand why these two keep coming back. “Why me?”

“We’re going to have to work on that self-worth of yours, baby girl.” Savage cups my face in both hands so I can’t turn away from him. “You’re worth it.”

The air in my lungs catches as my heart pounds. He’s wrong. What happens when they realize I’m not worth it? What have I done to make them think that’s true?

“So you still want me?” I hate that I need the reassurance.

“Tobi,” Savage breathes my name and presses his forehead to mine. “There’s no one I want more.”

I kiss him, needing the connection to him. Needing him to touch me in some real way.

“I need you so much I am here with my asshole brother,” Savage laughs into my mouth, and I greedily drink it down. I’ve missed his joy.

“Hey!” Ambrose grumbles.

“What if I need more of this?” I whisper, afraid I’m going to push them both too far.

“More of what?” they say together.

“This. Both of you with me at the same time. Keeping you separate all the time is so hard.” I look at Ambrose over my shoulder, then back at Savage. “Alone time is good, but I think I need this, too. I feel like I have to tiptoe around everyone.”

They lock gazes, and I can feel Ambrose tensing behind me before he sighs and presses his face into my neck. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better. I can’t promise to be nice all the time, though. He pisses me off on purpose.”

“You’re just so easy to work up.” Savage has a shit-eating grin on his face. “But I’ll be nicer, too.”

“I swear to fuck,” Ambrose mumbles, and I chuckle.

“Can I have my hands back now? I really want a hug.”

Ambrose lets me go, and I wrap my arms around Savage, breathing in the mix of all three of us on his skin.

“Fuck, I missed you, baby girl,” he murmurs into my hair.

“I missed you, too.”

Savage lies back and pulls me half on top of him with one leg over his, and my head on his shoulder.

Ambrose scoots in behind me and kisses the back of my neck and my shoulder.

I hum at the attention and shift my hips, rubbing my cock against Savage’s hip.

“Do you need something?” Savage smirks, lifting my chin with his fingers.

“Yes,” I whine when Ambrose grinds his hard dick against my ass, which pushes mine against Savage again.

I whimper as I let myself go and enjoy the attention and both of their hands on me.

“If one of you doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to throw a fit.”

“I was working you up to it. We need to stretch you out more.”

“Wait, what?” Ambrose says. “Have you fingered him?”

“Have you not?” Savage asks over my shoulder.

“What? No.”

I don’t need to see Savage’s face to know the shit eating grin is back.

“Do you have lube?”

I pant and squirm between them. Ambrose moans low in his throat and grips my hip while Savage slides his hand into my boxers.

“You either need to go sit in the cuck chair or leave.” Ambrose groans, pulling at me desperately.

“Who said it was your turn? You’ve had him alone for a week.”

“You’ve been in his ass. I think it’s my turn to be inside him,” Ambrose argues, and all I can do is groan. It’s kinda hot to have them fighting over me.

“I’ve spit in his mouth, too. Do you feel the need to mark that as well.”

Ambrose hisses. “Of course you did. Probably your cum.”

“Damn right.” There’s a smirk in Savage’s voice.

I’m getting desperate, and they are one upping each other.

“I do not have the time or stamina to keep rotating like we were before!” I am bright red, but I have got to do something about this—maybe make them work together.

Yes. The idea fully starts to form. It’s a fantasy I’ve buried deep since Ambrose watched us, and I never thought it would happen, but why not? Teamwork makes people get along better; there is, like, research and shit to prove it.

“What are you saying?” Savage asks when I don’t speak. “Do we really have to make a schedule?”

“No, I don’t think a schedule will work.”

They both agree.

I go for broke. “Can you both play with me at the same time? It doesn’t have to always be that way, but we are all busy, and it’s…hot?”

I need one of them to react before I fucking combust or die of embarrassment.

“Okay.” Savage pulls me back half on top of him while Ambrose grunts in agreement and works his weight in behind me.

There are hands everywhere. Pinching my nipples, around my throat, grabbing my hips. And even better, one dick grinding my ass while the other rubs against mine.

“Clothes need to be off,” I demand.

They strip me first and then work both theirs off.

Holy fucking shit. The skin on skin is better than anything I’ve ever felt. I’m totally encapsulated. I never want this to end.

But my fucking brain chooses that moment to start an anxiety spiral because of course it does.

“Wait, I have questions,” I moan.

Savage wraps a hand around my cock. “What questions?”

“Really? Like this?” I’m trying so hard to keep my train of thought on the tracks.

“What do you mean?” Ambrose breathes his words over the back of my neck.

“You’re okay being naked together?”

“I have zero complaints about this,” Savage says, looking me over then over my shoulder. “You?”

“Yeah, I’m good, too,” Ambrose agrees, palming my ass before sliding his fingers against my taint.

“You’re really okay being naked with each other?” I ask again so my brain will shut up.

“I mean, no homo or whatever,” Savage says jokingly.

“This is literally full homo,” I deadpan.

“I mean with my step-brother.”

“We have our socks on, so it’s all above board,” Ambrose teases, rubbing his fingers over my hole while Savage passes him a bottle of lube. “Totally not fucking my step-brother, though. Just you.”

“Exactly and we can tease the fuck out of you together and take twice as long.” Savage adds, stroking me while Ambrose plays.

“Nooooo! You guys getting along is not going to go well for me.” I’m not going to have any brain cells left when they are done with me.

“Teamwork makes the dream work, baby.” Savage bites my nipple.

“I think you will benefit the most out of this, in fact.” Ambrose’s fingers return slick, and I nearly lose all focus. “Ask your questions, sweet heart.”

“So we’re dating? The three of us. Like, I’m dating both of you?” I arch into their hands with a moan.

Both Ambrose and Savage say ‘yes’ at the same time.

“You’re both my boyfriends?”

“Yep.”