Page 72 of Piece Us Together
I don’t know how to explain the feeling I was just basking in. It wasn’t arousal, but not entirely apart from arousal either. It was almost like subspace, but softer. Just a slight fog. It does, in fact, make me feel sleepy. “I could use a nap,” I say honestly.
Hunter smiles. “A nap it is. Can’t have our boy too tired to enjoy the rest of the day, right Maison?”
I shift my gaze to Maison just in time for him to look from Hunter to me. He’s smiling. “No, we can’t have that. Let’s get you to bed, Nol.”
“Then Thor?” I ask, suddenly realizing that my proposed nap might ruin my chances of getting back in this very position. It doesn’t help that Maison is already up and stretching, and Hunter is grabbing my hands and helping me stand.
“Or another movie or something, if you’re not into these ones,” Maison says with a look on his face that’s surprisingly nervous. Strangely enough, I don’t think it has anything to do with whether Hunter likes the movies or not, but I can’t figure out what else it could be.
Hunter grins at him. It makes Maison fidget.
Ah. Right. That.
See, I’m pretty sure my boyfriend has a die-hard crush on the man that’s been dominating me. I’m fucking here for it. At the very least, I am finding it insanely adorable. I’m also a pretty big fan of the potential it provides for our future.
“I’m enjoying them a lot, actually.” Hunter steps closer to us. Maison steps back, nearly stumbling. Hunter’s smile falters before it’s firmly back in place. “I’ll have to feed you something, too, I suppose.”
That has my attention. “Can I make dinner, sir? Please?”
“You never have to beg to cook for me, darling. I’m not sure what’s here, though. I could walk to the little store down the street while the two of you rest.”
“You’re not going out in this weather.” Maison crosses his arms over his chest. His face is doing that expression he only gets when he’s had enough of the operatives’ bullshit or he’s talking about something really serious. It’s the face he wears when he’s being the boss of things. “We’ll figure something out here.”
Hunter stares at him. I hold my breath, waiting to see if Hunter will accept what’s very close to an order. He’s not Maison’s dom, but he’s stilladom. It’s the first time the two of them have ever really come head-to-head in regards to authority. Usually, Maison is more than happy to shed his control when he walks in here, even if that doesn’t include submitting. I’ve noticed that about him lately. He’s lighter here, not so burdened by the weight of the world.
“Alright,” Hunter says after another moment, his voice careful. He doesn’t sound cautious because he’s afraid or intimidated by Maison, but more like he’s trying to control himself. He’s compromising—and I don’t think the compromise has anything to do with actual grocery shopping.
It’s like my very own reality show.
Maison looks surprised, but it’s only a flash in his eyes before he shoves it down. He manages to keep looking at Hunter for another breath before he drops his chin and subtly shifts his feet like he’s uncomfortable where he is. “You could nap too,” he tells the floor.
“I might lie down on the couch. Though, I have some papers to grade. I may be responsible and do that first.”
“With us,” Maison adds, lifting his chin just enough to meet Hunter’s eyes. “You could nap with us.”
The words feel like a physical zing through my body. It’s a clear step across the boundary line. A boundary line that Maison painted himself.
It was one thing, Hunter joining us in bed last night after the scene. We were all wrung out. All buzzed on endorphins and at least me—possibly Maison—floating in subspace.
This is something else entirely. This is an offer of more.
I exhale hard, like the reality of it has knocked the wind out of me.
Hunter is standing perfectly still. Eerily so. His voice shakes in a way I wasn’t aware his voice could shake when he asks, “With you?”
Maison looks anywhere that isn’t at me or Hunter. His cheeks are a little pink. “Bed is big enough, don’t you think?”
“Yes.” Hunter glances at me, checking in almost. He looks just as surprised and just as hopeful as I feel. Then he turns his gaze back to Maison. “I would like that very much.”
Maison looks at me, one eyebrow raised. “Nol? Is a nap together okay?”
I grin. I can’t fucking help it. “Yeah. Together is perfect.”
We’re clumsy when we enter the room, as if the three of us haven’t navigated the small space before. I’m passed from Maison’s hands to Hunter’s, a soft, “He can’t stand sleeping in clothes,” as explanation. Hunter nods, his steady hands workingmy borrowed sweatshirt over my head, then the sweats down my legs. I’m not wearing underwear. Hunter’s eyes go heavy-lidded. Then I’m passed back to Maison. Maison chuckles, taking in my half-hard cock and bare ass.
“I didn’t see the point,” I grumble.
“I’m not wearing any either,” he says with a shrug. “Guess I can’t judge.”