Piece Us Together (Monstrous Survivors #3)

10. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Hunter

Maison and Nolan arrive exactly on time, equipped in winter coats, Maison with a duffel over his shoulder. I frown at Maison’s head. He needs a hat like Nolan’s. Is he trying to get sick?

“Where’s your hat?” I ask before I can remind myself that it’s not my place to care.

Maison’s frown is reminder enough. “I’m fine.”

Boy, you are so far from fine, but sure, okay.

“Well, come inside.” I step back with a wave of my hand. “I have drinks, if you want some. Tea, coffee, water, lemonade.”

“We have to do that again?” Maison asks while Nolan carefully removes his shoes and tucks them among all of mine. “Drink and talk? Can’t we just…skip that now?”

“It’ll be shorter, if that makes you feel better. But it’d be good to talk about last time, now that we’ve all had some time to think. I like to check in.”

Maison drops his chin as if he’s looking down at his shoes while removing them. I’m smart enough to know he’s rolling his eyes. My hand itches to bend him over and spank him. I don’t think he’d appreciate that in the least. Not to mention that it’d be completely inappropriate.

Thankfully, despite his submissive nature, Nolan seems to be pretty damn good at handling his boyfriend. “Maison, what do you want to drink?” he asks without leaving any room for argument, in a voice that even Wells would be impressed by.

Maison shifts uneasily. “A water, I guess.”

“I—” Nolan pauses, something in his easy expression tensing. “You’re sir now, right? Does that still apply, you being my dom the minute I walk in?”

“I’d like that, yes.”

He relaxes, a small smile gracing his lips. “I’d like to get the drinks then, sir. If I may?”

God, he’s fucking perfect.

“You may. Serve them in the living room. I’ll take a lemonade. Get yourself something as well—no coffee or caffeinated tea.”

He nods and heads off to the kitchen, clearly eager to serve. Maison watches, his jaw tensing, before turning back to me with wary eyes.

“Come sit,” I say as non-dominantly as I can. I even add a soft, “Please.”

His wariness seems to get even worse, like my softness throws him off and he doesn’t like it. He goes to sit, though. I take the chair off to the side so that Nolan can sit on the couch with him if he’d like. First, though, I grab a throw pillow and place it on the floor next to where my feet will be. Maison stares at it.

“I’ll give him the choice,” I say, unable to help that it comes out a little defensively. “If he wants to kneel, he should be able to. Just like him wanting to serve drinks.”

“Sure. Whatever.”

I suppress a sigh, wishing I could get him to relax without needing to give him a mind-blowing orgasm first. For Nolan, orders and kneeling will take the weight off him, but with Maison…I don’t know what will help him. I don’t know if he would even let me if I figured out how.

I suppose all I can do is focus on Nolan and let Maison find his own way alongside us.

That lasts about twenty seconds.

“How have things been since the last time you were here?”

Maison scowls. “Fine. Good. He’s good.”

“Good, I’m glad.” I tilt my head. “And you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you good as well?”

“Fine.”

Nolan saves us before I can sigh my damn head right off. He shuffles coasters with one hand before setting a water down for Maison and a lemonade for me. Then he hurries away and reappears with a lemonade for himself. He pauses when he sees the pillow by my feet. I can see the question in his face as he wonders if it’s accidentally there, as he wonders if it’s an order. There’s a scary amount of fear that suddenly passes over his expression. It’s like a gut punch.

“It’s your choice,” I tell him quickly, not wanting him to feel like he’s being tricked or tested. “Maison and I both agreed you can go wherever you’ll feel most comfortable.”

He checks with Maison to verify. Maison is a very good pretender. His smile is so wide and loving, I can barely even see the anxiety lingering in his eyes. I’m going to have to keep a close eye on that.

Nolan chooses the pillow, his cheeks flushing, his gaze on the floor. I immediately place a hand on his head to reward him for making a choice. He shivers, his shoulders softening. “Don’t forget to take drinks,” I remind him.

“Yes, sir.”

“Maison said the two of you have been good since our time together?”

“Yes, sir. Very good. Just—” He pauses, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

I allow the pause for a few seconds before pressing. “Just?”

“Um—it was a little hard. A long time waiting.” He glances at Maison before ducking his head again. “I was kind of crawling out of my skin the last few days.”

Maison scoffs, but it’s a kind sort of scoff, closer to a fond laugh really. “He was crawling out of his skin by the end of the first week.”

“No,” Nolan argues, his cheeks getting darker. “I was…missing it by then, but I was perfectly fine.”

“Fair enough.” Maison puts his hands up, but his lips curve into a smirk that’s wicked and fucking dangerous. It makes my heart tick a little extra hard in my chest. “Didn’t I at least help a little?”

Nolan whimpers, shifting on his knees. I glance down to find a bulge at the front of his pants.

“How did you help?” I ask.

Now it’s Maison’s turn to blush and duck his head.

They are both very pretty when they blush.

“Just dirty talk,” Maison mumbles, shrugging. “Just—fueling his fantasies.”

My stomach swoops right out from under me, violent and harsh. “About you dominating him?”

“What? No.” Maison shakes his head, looking anywhere but at me. “No. Just—about—about you .”

Oh.

Oh, fuck me.

Fuck me so hard.

I manage to croak a pathetic, “Okay.”

I catch the look they exchange before Nolan turns to meet my eyes, his own eyes wide with sudden panic. “Is that okay, sir? It just…happened. Is it okay if we do that?”

“Yes. Of course. It’s—that’s just fine.” I clear my throat. Get it together. Be a goddamn dom. “Can I ask how that happened?”

“Um. I guess I was thinking about you a lot. At first, it was just about submitting. Like kneeling and how good it felt to be your good boy and how badly I had missed that feeling—that flying feeling and that calm. And how different it was from… other times, and how good it was.” Nolan squirms but doesn’t look away from me. Brave boy. “But the more I thought about it, I started thinking about other stuff. Dirty stuff. And I didn’t hide it from Maison. That felt…wrong. I used to keep it a secret, what I wanted, wanting to submit and all that, I kept it from him because I felt ashamed. I didn’t want to do that again. So, I told him and he…he was okay with it.”

He looks over at Maison then, as if confirming.

Maison isn’t looking at either of us, instead treating his glass of water like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Maison?”

“What?” he asks a little too sharply, his shoulders hunching forward.

“You were okay with it?”

“Yeah. It was fine. It was—it was hot, okay?” He looks at me then. Well, glares at me. Unfortunately for him, I’m already pretty damn good at seeing the fear he tries to hide with those glares. He’s not scary when he’s so afraid. I won’t break that to him, of course. If it makes him feel better, he can glare all he wants. “It was just dirty talk.”

“Well, yes and no. Dirty talk, yes, but about things that we may very well all do together.” He blushes, eyes dropping again. I turn my attention to Nolan, mapping out the worry on his face as he watches Maison. I can’t have that. He must not see what I do. Must not see the want in Maison, lingering beneath all that fear and bravado. “I think Maison likes to watch me take you apart, Nolan.”

Nolan shivers, his eyes widening despite not moving away from his boyfriend.

“Did you like watching me do that to him?” I ask, my eyes back on Maison.

Maison swallows twice. Then jerks his head in a nod.

“Did you like helping me do that to him?”

He shifts on the couch. Nods again.

“Are you going to help me again?”

Nods.

“Use your words, Maison. Do you want to help me again tonight? Want to be told what to do so we can make him fly?”

His cheeks are flushed bright, his eyes wide. He’s so focused on me, he doesn’t even bristle at the idea of being ordered around. He doesn’t remind me that he’s not my sub, like he usually would. It doesn’t mean things have changed—and I would never take advantage of the moment—but it’s still interesting.

“Maison?”

“Yes.” He looks at Nolan, everything in him softening a little. “I’d like that. I want to help you take care of him. Make him fly.”

Oh, these men are going to be the fucking end of me.

Wells was right.

Fuck him for being right.

“Have any limits changed since last time?”

“No, sir.”

Maison hesitates, just a moment. Then, “No.”

I want to press him, but my gut tells me it’s not a dangerous hesitation. Less of something he wants to take off the table and more of something he’s considering adding. The former can’t wait, but the latter certainly can.

“Okay. Was there anything you want more of? Anything you really liked?”

There’s that blushing again, Maison worse than Nolan. I’m pleasantly surprised when Maison is the one to answer too.

“I liked comforting him. It was good for me, feeling like I was—I don’t know. You know.” He waves his hand, flustered. “I liked that. And—uh—I liked helping you, like I said before. You taking the lead or whatever. That was better than I expected.”

I fight the urge to grin, only allowing a small smile. I don’t want to scare him off. “I can give you more of those.”

They exchange a look before Nolan lifts one shoulder and Maison nods. Nolan turns to look at me. His exhale is shaky. “Sir?”

Oh boy.

“Yes?”

“We agreed—we thought maybe…” he trails off, looking at Maison as his chest hitches with a panicked breath.

Maison looks just as panicked, as if he can’t believe his boyfriend is going to make him say it.

“Whatever it is, it’s okay,” I assure them. “We’ll talk about it and go from there. You can tell me.”

They look at each other for another minute before Maison grumbles, “You can fuck him.”

Say what?

“I can…you mean…?”

Maison smirks at me then, gaining confidence. He apparently likes seeing me flustered, the asshole. I’ll give him that. It doesn’t happen often, so he better fucking enjoy it. “You can fuck him with your cock, yeah. We agreed it felt weird, not having you do that. Felt…unfinished, almost. I know everything isn’t about anal sex, but we both would be okay with it. Or, you know, more than okay with it.”

“Okay. That’s—yes. I’d like that very much.” I place my hand on Nolan’s head again, loving how he relaxes just like before. Maison, on the other hand, looks like he’s wound up so tight he might snap in half. “You’re both sure?” I ask, keeping my eyes firmly on Maison.

He doesn’t look away from me. “Yes. Just him. Not me. You can’t touch me. And don’t kiss him. You’re still not allowed to kiss him.”

Loud and clear, Maison.

“Understood.”

This is the moment when I should bring up my own limits and concerns. Wells was right. I have to set boundaries. Do they expect me to be exclusive forever? Where do they see this going? But they’re giving me a gift, letting me fuck Nolan. Maison in particular. This is another level of trust they’re handing to me. What if my questions ruin it?

I’ll do anything to keep from ruining this, my own heart be damned.

Wells doesn’t have to know.

I run my fingers through Nolan’s hair. He starts to sway toward my leg before catching himself, returning to his rigid position. Whoever taught him how to kneel must have been hardcore. He’s very good at maintaining perfect posture. But he doesn’t have to, not with me. I use my hand on his head to guide him where he was already wanting to go. Something catches in my chest at the soft, happy sound that escapes him when his cheek meets my thigh. I start stroking his hair again. His eyes flutter closed, his entire body melting against me.

When I look up, I find Maison staring at us with an expression I can’t place for the life of me.

There’s none of that fear in his eyes, though.

I take the win.

“Do we want me to use a condom?” I ask. We’ve all been tested, but it’s still a fair question.

“No,” Maison answers for the both of them. “He likes to be filled.”

Nolan shivers, turning his face into my pants to hide from me. I chuckle. “Is that true, darling? Do you like to be full of cum? To leak all over from being stuffed too full?”

“No,” he whines. Then, quickly, “Don’t like to leak…”

“He likes plugs, after. Or fingers in him. He doesn’t like to be empty. And he doesn’t like losing cum.”

Fucking hell.

“Raw it is. I haven’t been with anyone since our last tests. I assume the same is for you two?”

“Yes, sir,” Nolan says as Maison says, “Of course.”

“Excellent. Well, it sounds like we have a very needy boy just begging to be fucked. It’d be mean to make him wait, don’t you agree, Maison?”

Maison’s chest shudders with his next inhale, his pupils dilating to the point I can see them from here. His look is nothing short of predatory when it falls to Nolan. “Very mean. Then again, he likes it a little mean. Don’t you, baby?”

Oh, Maison came to play tonight.

Did I mention I’m in a whole lot of fucking trouble with these two? Because I am. I really, really am.

“Same drill as last time, Nolan. Go strip and kneel in the room. We’ll be with you in a moment.”

“Yes, sir.” He practically hops up. Unlike last time, he doesn’t stop to talk with Maison or hesitate. It settles something in me, seeing that easy joy and lack of doubt.

It settles me even more when I look over at Maison and find the same thing reflected in his expression. He’s ready for this. He’s also not glaring at me like he’s about to pull a gun, like last time, which is a huge plus.

“Thank you,” I decide to say, knowing it was him that had the hang-up about me fucking Nolan before.

Maison’s eyes drift from my eyes down, not quite checking me out, but not quite not either. He licks his lips. “He deserves to be spoiled. And you—” He pauses, eyes flicking back up to mine. There’s heat in his gaze that I can feel like actual fire on my skin. God, what I wouldn’t give for him to just let himself want me. “You deserve it too. You were great with him. You’re—we couldn’t do this with anyone else, Hunter. We’re really lucky to have you.”

I curl my hands into fists to keep from reaching out to him. It doesn’t matter how he looks at me or what he says—he’s set his limit and I have to respect that. It’s going to take all of my effort not to slip when we’re in the heat of the moment later. I’ll have to make sure Nolan stays between us at all times. I don’t even want an accidental touch. Knowing Maison, he’ll freak the fuck out.

“We shouldn’t make him wait too long.” I stand, feeling that usual calm wash over me that I always manage to find at the start of a scene. It steadies me. “You can start on the bed right away this time. You can strip, if you want. Make yourself comfortable.”

Maison stands too, hovering near me, his hands twitching at his sides. He looks like he wants to say something. I give him a moment. Then another.

Then I nod, an understanding nod, an accepting nod, and start toward the bedroom.

He follows.

I tell myself it’s enough.