(rebel kings mc, cam/saint/alexei, 3953 words, rated e, pwp - but with feelings! - because of a line dropped at the end of saint's song)
“Is a strange thing, for you to continue to say no to me.”
Cam must have rolled his eyes – I knew that even when I could not see him from where I was standing in front of the dresser – and I waited until I had put away the neatly folded jeans in my hands before I turned to smirk in return. All of it was cute, this simple household chore and whatever else we were doing together, but I had more on my mind than a lifetime of domestic bliss in a home we called ours, and that had been true long enough for Cam to understand what I was referring to now.
“Pretty sure we haven’t said no,” Cam argued, a pile of socks in front of him. “We just haven’t said yes yet.”
“There is a yet?”
He snorted. “Isn’t there always a yet with you?”
“Yes.”
Something inside me, already calm, settled further at the sound, the answer not mine. I’d tracked Saint from the moment he had stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered minutes after Cam and I had done the same, but while his appearance was no surprise to me, I was plenty grateful for it. I was also grateful that I was the only one of us to have bothered with a shirt, the other two wearing nothing but sweatpants that belonged to Cam, Saint’s slung low enough on his waist to make my mouth water.
The sight of Cam had made me hard a while ago.
“You know that admitting as much will only ensure that I continue to ask,” I said, reaching for Saint’s hand to pull him closer. “Unless, perhaps, I will get what I want tonight?”
Cam dropped an armful of perfectly paired socks into a drawer and shut it with his body before he joined us, coming to me for a filthy kiss while I held onto Saint, everything about it familiar as it slowed, and Saint began to kiss us too. It was a chaotic moment I had never managed to mind, this thing we did every so often but never for long, my mouth open for whatever I could take from two men at once until it became just strange enough to make me smile and back away. Saint’s fingers were still threaded with mine and Cam had a fist in my shirt, but they needed each other too, and I did what I could to ignore Cam’s whispered question before Saint hummed in response and kissed Cam so deeply it might have made me envy either of them if I wasn’t already sure I would be next in line.
I was ready when Saint tugged me away – he was the furthest from selfish, but I would fall into his arms forever if he were to ask – his kiss expectedly devastating while Cam pressed his chest to my back and promised bruises where his fingertips met my hips.
“It’s still not a yes—not for that,” Cam told me, the tip of his tongue at my ear and gone again. “But we’re gonna try something else.”