Page 44 of Tone Deaf
“Now who’s lying?”
I clear my throat and step away from Pen. “Where’s Dom?” I look to the doorway.
“He went to talk to Fig and Jordan. He’ll be back in an hour. Why?” His soft growl has me shivering.
Is he thinking what I’m thinking?
I don’t know what to do. Should I say something? Or just come out and bluntly say what I want?
As I look at Pen, doubt begins to filter in, making me distrust my own feelings. I’m so attracted to him, but I’m equally attracted to Dom too. And I know they are each attracted to me, to the point that both want a throuple relationship. A commitment.
Could they be misreading their desires for me? Mistaking physical attraction for love?
I never thought I’d be in love with two men. But to give both of them my heart would expose me to hurt. Maybe I’m not ready to bare my feelings yet. Not until I’m sure they feel the same as me.
But that kiss. Pen’s kisses are so sweet. Loving even. Not five minutes ago, I’d realized that it’s up to me to make the final decision if I want these two men in my life, if I want to be in a relationship with them. And I do. Just how to convey that…
Pen’s kisses.Can it be that simple?
“What are you thinking about?” Pen grips my hips, gently turning me—and a smile brightens his face.
“Kiss me.” I reach out, sliding my hand around the back of Pen’s neck and slowly bringing his lips toward mine, leaving mere millimeters between us, letting him decide whether we go any further.
“Oh yeah?” he whispers against my mouth, and a spike of lust shoots straight to my cock, leaving no room for disparaging thoughts. From the impressive hard-on he is pressing againstthe equally steely length in my pajama pants, he wants me as much as I want him.
This close, I can see a shift in Pen’s eyes to something more electrifying. Demanding. A silent command for me to say yes. Giving him permission, like I did all those months ago when we first touched each other—it’s a thrill for me. I might not be ready for a relationship, but loving on each other is what I’ve been hungering for. To take and be taken—it’s what I need right now. To forget the world outside.
However, Pen pulls back slightly and studies my face. “You know I would love to worship you—make you feel good. But I don’t think you’re healed enough.”
“I’m not asking you to, Pen. I’m telling you to. I need this—I needyou.” I spell it out so he can’t misunderstand me. Then I kiss him, hoping he gives in to my wish.
“Callum,” Pen growls low. He leans in and kisses me back gently, dipping his talented tongue into my mouth before moving away. “I know that look.”
I let out a sigh. “What look?”
“That look on your face. You have something up your sleeve,” he says with a smirk. “What about Dom?”
“Dom isn’t here,” I whisper and take his mouth in a full-blown kiss, all lips, tongue and teeth. I don’t care if my mouth and jaw still hurt a little. Something about the way Pen is cupping my cheeks so carefully has my heart bursting with more emotions.
Pen pulls back again and looks deep into my eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Hell yeah, I’m sure.”
The second my words come out of my mouth, Pen wraps his arms around me and hoists me off my feet. With his mouth on mine, he carries me into the master bedroom.
With simple ease, Pen lowers me to my feet, steps back and commands, “Take off your clothes and lay down.”
A shiver ripples through my body as I comply. Then I scoop up one of the pillows and tuck it behind my head as I lay on my back. All the while I watch my gorgeous bodyguard take off his clothes.
First, he peels his skin-tight, black t-shirt from his broad chest and thick, ropey biceps. Then he lowers those jeans…Holy fuck.
My mouth drops open at the image before me. Pen is wearing a colorful sport jockstrap that has me drooling. He turns around, exposing his bare ass to me. “What do you think?”
“Damn,” I utter, while liquid heat pools in my groin. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard while just looking at someone.
The one night Dom, Pen and I fucked, I was so out of my head—wanting to forget the terrible argument I’d had with Brian, I had stolen a bottle of Raef’s expensive Macallan and drank four shots. I’m such a light weight that I don’t remember what their bodies looked like.
I didn’t get to trace to memory of every dip and curve of my men’s muscular frames.