Page 55 of Hell Yes
Xander watched as Val began to stitch the wound. Jesse bit his lower lip, but he didn’t cry out or anything. Val’s hand was steady as she worked, and Xander was fucking proud for some weird reason. He was feeling all kinds of shit he shouldn’t be feeling. Stuff he’d never felt before. For anyone.
“Three stitches and we’re good,” Val whispered.
Jesse looked down and nodded. “Nice work. You wanna side gig as my medical backup?”
“I might be interested,” she replied.
Then Val smiled, leaned over and kissed Jesse, then she stood up and did the same with Xander.
“How about I rummage through the fridge and get us something to eat?” she asked. “You two stay here and rest.”
Val reached for the medical kit and put everything back, then headed out to the kitchen.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Xander replied and stretched out beside Jesse.
When Jesse turned his head, Xander couldn’t resist those full lips. The kiss was languid, just as heady as Val’s. Xander couldn’t help the groan that erupted out of his throat.
“This is fucking dangerous,” Jesse whispered when they finally came up for air.
“No kidding. Now that Dante knows, everyone knows.”
“Val hasn’t run screaming from us yet. What’s up with that? You think she’s in shock or something?”
“No, I think she loves a bad boy,” Xander quipped. “Or, two of them.”
“Loves?”
“I mean, likes. Wants. Not love. Fuck, no. Not that,” Xander mumbled.
Shit, he was so far from his usual, smooth moves. And he never lost his cool. Not over a woman or a man. No one rattled him. Or meant anything more than a release. Not until…
Jesse laughed and Xander shook his head.
“Don’t try to tell me you don’t like her, I can see it in those blue eyes of yours,” Jesse teased. “And guess what?”
“What?” Xander bit out, ignoring the temptation of Jesse’s lips and staring into his eyes.
“I don’t know what the fuck the three of us are, but I like it. Her. You. Us. A lot. And I don’t wanna stop.”
“You sure a bullet didn’t graze your head and not just your arm?” Xander snarked.
Jesse’s eyes went from amused to downright lethal. He rolled over, onto his good arm, and Xander mirrored him. Cock to cock, face to face, lips brushing each other.
“You can joke all you want, Xan, but chemistry doesn’t lie. Neither do you. I know you. All this aggression between us, the flirting, the sniping? It could only end up here. Go on,” Jesse urged. “Tell me you aren’t feeling it too? I dare you.”
Xander shook his head. He detested lying and liars. Besides, why bother pretending he didn’t want Jesse and Val? Jesse was right. They’d ended up here.
But he was pretty sure he could fuck this thing out of his system and move on. Like he always did. It had to be that way, right? Because, the three of them, together, for more than just fucking, was crazy.
Or could it be the best fucking thing he’d ever known?
“Know-it-all,” Xander muttered, and Jesse let out a chuckle.
Val returned to the bedroom with a tray loaded up with cheese, crackers, pickles, and fruit.
“Is there room for one more?” she asked.
“Always,” Xander replied and then realized what he’d said. “I mean, yes.”