You Can See Me (18 page)

Ric felt strong arms jerk him around by his shoulders, and he snapped. He gripped the Texas model by his small biceps and slammed him against the wall.

“Don’t fight!” Pres yelled at them.

“Stay in the bed, Pres,” Ric barked.

Ric smothered the pretty man with his bulk, daring him to fight back.

“How dare you put your fucking hands on me?” Ric was two inches from Blair’s shocked face. “Yes, Pres can see now. He can see everything, including you, you gorgeous prick. But, the last thing he needs is you coming in here starting drama,” Ric snarled and bared his teeth in intimidation.

The damn man was just too fucking fine for words. His long lashes fluttered over his piercing fair-colored eyes, and his fuckable mouth was open and panting out cinnamon-flavored breath. He could see what Pres was talking about.

Ric froze and clenched his teeth together as Blair began to do a slow grind on the leg he had pinned against the man’s—
what the fuck?
—hard cock.

“You son of a bitch,” Ric growled, completely breathless.

He watched Blair lick his lips and close his eyes. Ric was so torn. He had this sexy southern incubus attached to him, and he was slowly becoming hypnotized by Blair’s slow dance. He needed to fight this, fight him. He could destroy what he was trying to have with Pres.

“Give him what he needs, Ric.” Pres sounded winded as he spoke into Ric’s lust-filled haze.

“What?” Ric gasped.

Jesus. Pres is watching this.

Ric had to stop this. They were in a hospital where he worked, not a brothel. Ric released Blair, and the man’s feet dropped back to the linoleum floor. Blair in a full state of submissive arousal was too damn much.

“I can’t,” Ric whispered as he darted out of the too-hot room.

Pres had never been so turned on in his entire life. Ric completely dominating Blair was a sight his brand-new eyes couldn’t look away from. Ric was stunning, his bulging biceps and massive chest rendering Blair completely helpless and under his authority.

Blair’s naturally wanton ways reacted instinctually to Ric’s alpha side. Pres only wished he could’ve gotten up and joined in, but he wanted them to connect so badly. This was exactly what he’d been dreaming about the last couple of months.

Pres finally spoke into the silent room. “Com’ere, honey.”

“I think I just blew it.” Blair sulked over to Pres’s bed, his breathing now under control.

“No, you didn’t. He just needs a minute.” Pres moved over and let Blair cuddle up next to him in his bed. “I was just telling him that I loved you both, when you came in looking good enough to eat.”

“Speaking of”—Blair shifted against him—“you can fucking see now…like, everything? How the hell does something like that happen? This is unbelievable, darlin’. How are you feeling about all this, and more importantly, why didn’t you tell me?” he admonished.

“Honey, I don’t know. One minute I’m making an olive-and-cheese crudité. I slip and fall, busting the back of my head on my kitchen island. The next thing I know, Ric and two other smarty-pants doctors are telling me that I basically knocked something back in place that was jarred during my accident.” Pres kissed Blair’s smiling lips. “Now I’m looking at your stunning face and feeling like my life has just begun.”

“Mmmm. I love you, Strawberry.”

“I love you too, babe.” Blair and Pres kissed for a long time before he pulled back and stared at him some more.

“What are we going to do? You saw what just happened, too.” Blair hid his face in Pres’s neck. “Leave it to me and my slutty self to completely lose focus on why I’m here. Are you mad at me for upsetting the Bear?”

Pres chuckled at Blair’s pet name for Ric. He’d been calling Ric “Bear” since they met at the elevators in Pres’s building and he described how Ric was growling in his face.

“Oh yes, I saw it. I thought I was going to spontaneously combust. Jesus, you two are smokin’ together.”

“You’re not mad?”

“No. Goodness. Why would I be mad? We’ve talked about this. We’ve talked about being together…all of us. You told me about his reaction to you in the hallway, and how he looks at you. I know he will be all right with it, as soon as he wraps his logically thinking head around it. I saw him with you just now.” Pres grinned wide at being able to even say something like that. “You looked beautiful, honey, and I thought he was going to throw you on the floor and take you right then and there.”

He held Blair’s face in his hands and latched on to his mouth, showing the unsure beauty just how “not upset” he was.

Ric was in the surgeons’ private lounge, brewing in his anger.

That sneaky bastard. Seducing me in front of my man.

Ric was steering clear from everyone, from all the nurses, Dr. Brown, Pres’s parents, and especially Blair. Pres was undergoing his vast array of vision tests. Though he’d been paged several times by Dr. Stevens with an invite to sit in on them, he just couldn’t face Pres right now with all the crazy feelings swimming around inside him—especially his lower parts.

No doubt that Blair was probably walking around looking for him, and the surgeons’ lounge was the safest place he could think of to cower and hide.

He couldn’t believe he’d just read Pres the riot act about not sharing or cheating, and before he could blink, he had Blair pinned to a wall while he imagined devouring his sexy body from head to toe.

“What did I do?” he whispered.

“Only what Pres and I have fantasized about for months,” Blair’s husky voice answered him.

Fuck. How did he find me?

Ric refused to turn around, no matter how much he wanted to visually feast on the man. Instead, he stared out the large double-paned window, down into the near-empty parking lot.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Ric asked after registering what Blair just said.

“Are you mad at me?” Blair asked.

“Yes,” he said simply. “More than anything, I’m mad at myself. You’re not mine. I have no right to touch you.”

“I can be…yours, I mean. Yours and Pres’s.” Blair spoke confidently as he inched closer to Ric.

“I don’t want a whore.” Ric inwardly flinched at his harsh choice of words before he could think better of saying it.

“I’m not a whore!” Blair yelled. “Don’t you ever fuckin call me that, you self-righteous, judgmental bastard.”

Ric was shocked at the man’s loss of composure. Blair was cool and relaxed. He didn’t get rattled. However, Ric was able to get under his smooth outward appearance. He didn’t want to hurt the gorgeous man in order to get a rise out of him. His mother always told him if he didn’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all.

Ric cocked one eyebrow up at Blair’s name-calling.

“Not a whore, huh? Don’t people pay you money to sleep with them? Or did I misunderstand the job details of an escort?”

Shit
.

Ric was really on a roll with the verbal vomit. The hurt in the Texan’s voice was making Ric’s chest hurt. He really didn’t want to be mean to him, but he should have left Ric alone so he could process what was going on between the three of them.

“No, I’m not paid to sleep with people. Escorting someone on a date, to a wedding, or a formal function doesn’t require fucking. I think you want to think the worst of me because hopefully it will quench some of the desire you have for me. But I got news for you, big guy. I happen to be one of the most highly regarded chefs to come through the Le Cordon Bleu Academy in twenty years. Being an escort while I studied for my master’s paid the fucking bills, and I will not apologize for it.

“Now that I have my degree, you have your back turned on the youngest executive chef to ever manage a five-star restaurant right out of an academy. So turn around and face me, you son of a bitch.”

Blair grabbed Ric’s arms again to spin him around exactly like he did in Pres’s room. Ric surged forward and came face-to-face with Blair’s rage.

Jesus Christ, he’s exquisite.

Ric growled and scooped up the small man in one swift move.

“Why are you doing this? What is it you want from me?” Ric again had Blair’s significantly smaller frame up against the wall, wedged between the window and the coffee vending machine. They were alone, the lights were dim, and Blair’s seductive lashes were fluttering again at Ric’s strength.

“I want you to take what you want, and stop fighting it,” Blair panted.

“I want Pres,” Ric replied with little conviction.

“You want me, too.” Blair lifted both dangling legs and wrapped them around Ric’s waist.

Fuck.

“I won’t cheat on Pres,” Ric moaned, his mouth pressed against Blair’s long, slender neck. He wanted to bite him, he was so pent up and in need of release.

“Believe me. Cheating on Pres would be the last thing you’re doing.” Blair ground his hard cock into Ric’s. “We both want you, darlin’. In our lives. In our bed. The three of us. One relationship.” He accented each statement with a torturously sensual roll of his hips. “Pres and I haven’t slept together, because we’re missing our other partner.” Blair’s sexy winding hips and that deep baritone drawl did Ric in.

Ric hissed at the pleasure and gripped Blair’s round ass in a ferocious grip. “Motherfucker,” he growled.

“That’s it. Growl for me, my sexy bear,” Blair purred like a nasty kitten, and Ric damn near lost his mind.

“This is what you both want? How do I know you’re not tricking me into messing around with you, only to go back and tell Pres that I’m a no-good cheating rat?” Ric asked.

Blair didn’t dignify Ric’s suspicious question with an answer. Instead, Ric watched him pull an ultra-thin cell phone from his back pocket. He sent a single-sentence text to Pres’s phone and turned the screen around to Ric. The text was simple:
I’m with the Bear
.

Ric gave Blair a sexy smirk.
Bear, huh?

Ten seconds later, Blair’s phone vibrated with a return message. The sexy Texan looked at the phone and let a devious smile play across his fancy face. He flipped the phone over and showed Ric Pres’s response:
Be done with testing in an hour. Make him ours, honey.

Ric stared at the phone. He couldn’t believe Pres wanted to be in a ménage relationship.

“You heard Pres in the room when you had that delicious body pressed up against me. He said to give me what I want. Do it, Ric,” Blair urged before licking and biting at Ric’s jaw.

Ric ground his aching cock into Blair with complete and total abandon, but he needed more. The dry humping wasn’t cutting it. He was not in high school. He walked them both into one of the small adjacent rooms. There was a small bed where surgeons could rest in between surgeries. He dropped Blair onto the thin mattress before covering him with his large body.

Blair lifted Ric’s shirt and licked both of his nipples, making him arch his back and pray the man never removed his mouth from his body.

“Turn over, Bear. I need to finally taste you. I’ve jerked off to this fantasy for months. I’m not letting that sweet load of yours get wasted in those fucking pajama pants you have on.”

Ric reversed their positions, letting Blair situate himself on top of him. He gave Blair a hard slap on his ass. “They’re not pajama pants, smartass. They’re OR scrubs.”

“
O
R
they?” Blair laughed at his own joke and then reined it in just as quickly when he saw the feral look in Ric’s eyes.

“Fuck, you are hot.” Blair got comfortable between Ric’s thighs. “Just lie back and enjoy what’s yours now.”

Ric let Blair remove his shoes, socks, and scrubs, never taking his eyes off the god. The Texan was so damn handsome. The thought of being in a relationship with him and Prescott simultaneously had Ric’s cock leaking like a broken faucet.

Blair didn’t let his essence go to waste. Ric watched his pink tongue lap at his dick like it was a lollipop. He licked and licked until Ric thought he’d lose his load without even getting to the suction.

“Get it in your mouth, baby,” Ric groaned. He needed relief, now.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Patience, love. Good things come to those who beg,” Blair drawled lazily before he lapped at Ric’s balls.

“Augh, fuck. Yeah, that feels so good.” Ric was thrashing helplessly on the small bed. Blair was making him his slave. He’d beg the man, all right, if that’s what it took. “Please…”

Blair took Ric’s cock into that hot, sinful cavern and buried his nose in Ric’s bush. He swallowed around his throbbing head so many times that he lost count. Ric was so overwhelmed with pleasure he damn near levitated them both off the bed.

Fuuuckk. I can’t hold it.

“Blair!” His eyes rolled in their sockets as he shot his load, over and over, into Blair’s perfect mouth. Ric’s hips jerked violently from Blair’s tugging.

He’s gonna yank my fucking dick off.

The Texan was moaning and grinding his own cock into the thin mattress as he milked Ric dry.

“Blair…enough. Fuck!” Ric had both hands on Blair’s face, desperately trying to get him to release his viselike suction from his spent cock. Blair finally unlocked his jaw and released his aching dick. “Shit! Fuck!” Ric roared.

“You’ll only make me suck harder when you growl, Bear. Turns me the fuck on.” Blair pushed the come leaking down his chin back into his mouth. He climbed up Ric’s body and molded himself to him.

Ric had to admit he liked the way they fit together. He imagined Pres’s sexy body plastered to his other side.

Oh hell yeah. Now, this I think I can do. Damn socially unacceptable.

He’d have to set some ground rules for Tex. Ric meant it when he said he didn’t share. If Pres and Blair were his, then that’s exactly what that meant. They would sleep with each other and no one else, and Tex would definitely not be escorting no-fucking-body anywhere else.

“Listen up, Tex.”

Blair laughed against Ric’s chest. “Tex…really? I can’t get a sexier name than that, Bear?”

Ric shook his head in awe and kissed the top of Blair’s head at the man’s conceit. “What do you want me to call you, fancy face?”

“Ummm, not that either, it’s too feminine.” Blair tilted his head as if deep in thought. “I don’t know. How about ‘lover’ or ‘slut’?”

Ric gasped at the names. “You’re incorrigible.” He gripped Blair’s chin and tilted his face up to look him in his erotic hazel eyes. “You wanna be my slut?” he asked, letting his voice go as deep as he could, knowing now that Blair liked his growling voice.

“Yes. More than anything,” Blair said without an ounce of hesitation.

“You can be my slut, baby…but only me. Do you understand? I will not tolerate you and Pres with anyone else. I’ve lost a lot of time with Pres over my insecurities. Now that I have him”—Ric licked his lips and took Blair’s mouth in a sensual kiss—“and you, too, I won’t share.”

“We’ll be everything you need us to be. I’ll be everything you need me to be,” Blair promised with his words and his eyes.

“No more escorting,” Ric commanded in a tone that said there was no negotiating.

“I’ll quit tonight.”

“I’ll take care of you, if you need me to.”

“Wow. You are protective, aren’t you? That’s good. It soothes my submissive side. But, I don’t need a sugar daddy. I need a partner, and so does Pres.” Blair stroked Ric’s large chest as he spoke seductively. “I’ll be starting my new job in two months. I can take care of myself, Doc.”

“I know you can, and Pres can, too. I’ll work on the overprotectiveness, but I make no promises.” Ric pulled Blair in closer, thinking he’d never get enough of his men.

His men.
Wow. Men.

Ric linked his fingers behind his head and let Blair be his slut. He moaned when Blair sucked hickeys onto his stiff nipples.

“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble, boy.”

“Mmmm.‘Boy.’ Yes, sir. I like it.” Blair buried his nose in Ric’s armpit and inhaled deeply. “When I get you alone, I’m going to lick you every-fucking-where, including here.” Blair dove deeper into his underarms.

“Promises, promises, boy.” Ric and Blair kissed and got familiar as they waited for their third to finish his test.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?” Ric responded lazily, feeling like he wanted to nap.

“Our Strawberry can see now.”

“Yeah.” Ric beamed. They looked at each other and laughed like maniacs.

Life was good.