Discovering Dalton(69)

“Okay, so I'm asking you to live here with us.”

“I'm not leaving, Liam.”

“And in a month, what then?”

“I don’t see myself leaving. Not if you don’t want me to.”

“Is that what’s working you up? That you think we’ll ask you to leave, that this will all blow over and we’ll move on alone?”

Dalton tried to step back, his worries being out in the open obviously making him nervous, but Liam took hold of him, pushing him up against the wall and staring determinedly into his eyes.

“I love you, Dalton Young. Every single cell in my body hurts when you're not near me, do you understand? Do you know how much I feel for you? How desperate I am to keep you with us, to make this work? I feel like I'm on edge and I'm about to collapse, and it only stops when we're all together. When we’re all content and I have you both close.”

“Liam…” Dalton lifted up and kissed him, their mouths clashing together, Liam's big hands holding onto Dalton's arse as he ground against him.

Liam felt like a possessive monster when he had Dalton like this. He needed to tie him up and keep him tethered to his side. He knew this was down to his own fears, his own abandonment issues, and not Dalton’s, but he was so fight or flight it shocked him. He’d never been so dominant before. He was usually a gentle giant in bed who took his time, who caressed and kissed, who took every moment of time to make sure the other guy got off before him, but with Dalton…

Fuck! He wanted to go all caveman and drag him into bed, bend him over and screw him so hard he’d feel it for a week.

“I need you,” Liam growled over Dalton’s lips. “I need to own you. I need to make you mine.”

“I’m yours,” Dalton moaned, leaning into Liam, enjoying the powerful display Liam was acting out over him.

“You're not leaving me, get it? Not ever. You're mine. You belong to me, and I'm going to do pretty much whatever it takes to make sure you know how much you're mine. Even if I have to brand you and seal a collar around your neck with my name engraved on it, I’ll do it.”

“Liam.” Dalton smiled, half lidded and eyes full of need. “Fuck! Liam. You’ve owned me since I first walked into Aspire and saw your Greek god style body from across the room. Everything about you, your attitude, the way you look at me, the way you command me around. Liam, I'd do whatever you tell me to do, I always have done. I'm yours. You just need to realise it.”

Dalton kissed him again, and this time Liam took hold of his wrists, pinning them above his head, kissing him so hard and fast Dalton was going to have bruises on his lips the next day. Liam wanted him to be marked, he wanted to leave handprints all over him, teeth marks on his neck, love bites on his chest, he wanted to carve his initials onto Dalton’s flesh and be proud of it.

With that possessive thought, Liam pulled off his lips, smashing his fists into the wall behind Dalton’s head and growling. “I can't control how I want you. I'm afraid, Dalton, and that’s not good.”

“Don’t be. I'm here.”

“Everyone I love leaves. There's only Troy who’s stuck with me and I could lose him too. Hell, I could lose him to you.” Liam spun around, holding his arms over his head and looking out at the city again. “I have more to lose than either of you. I'm the one who’s put my heart out there and opened myself up to being fucked off. I know what you two have, I can see it. I know how special Troy is and I know you and him have a connection we don’t. Maybe we will in the future, but I'm okay if it’s different. You're going to love him like no other. I know this because he’s Troy, and he’s gonna make you adore him and protect him. I'm just me. What do I have to offer you?”

“You have everything I need and more, Liam.” Dalton jumped in front of him, looking into his emotional eyes, Liam cursing himself for the wetness in them. He didn’t cry, he didn’t show this level of emotion to anyone, but Dalton wasn’t just anyone. “I'm not going anywhere either by myself or with Troy. Neither of us would hurt you.” Dalton looked over his shoulder and noticed Liam watching Troy standing there, eyes wet, hands in pockets.

Troy leaned in and kissed him. “I'm not going anywhere. I'm right where I want to be.”

Dalton moved closer to them, sharing his touch equally and offering comfort simultaneously. “Liam, where would I be without you? You say you have nothing to offer but you're selling yourself short by miles. You have everything to offer me, everything I need. You're strong when I can't be, you looked after me when I had no one, I trust you with things I couldn’t trust anyone else. Liam…” Dalton tilted his face and those blue eyes met his. “I love you.”

Liam stopped breathing, just looking at Dalton as he stepped closer.

“How could I not? You think you're the only one who’s afraid? You're not, Troy and I feel the same way. I can't even imagine being apart from you. The moving out, I had to consider it, I had to know where I stood, and seeing how it hurt you, I wish I hadn't said anything, but Liam, Baby, I love you so much it hurts my heart. You're the best thing that’s ever happened to me. My life would be a shambles, hell, I think I'd have drunk myself into a coma by now if it hadn't been for you. I would never have met Troy, and I wouldn’t be here now with the two people I adore more than anyone else. You’ve given me the life I have now. You are my life. Both of you.”

Troy moved into them and they shared a three-way hug while they calmed down, then he lifted his head. “How about we get in bed and snuggle? Life seems perfect when we’re all holding each other and we stop thinking. We can watch a movie.”

“Sounds good.” Dalton took Liam's hand, casting a loving look his way as they both tugged him inside.

When they got inside and Troy was locking up, Dalton leaned into him pressing his lips against Liam’s and huskily whispering, “I want you to show me how much I belong to you.”

“And how would I do that?” Liam was already excited by their kisses earlier, so hearing Dalton speak like that made his cock perk back up.

“If I have to tell you, then it’s no fun, is it? I don’t want to tell you, I want to have it ripped from me by these big hands. By this thick cock.”

“Dalton, I wouldn’t start this.” Troy chuckled out as he watched them bumping down the hallway to the bedroom.

“Why not?” Dalton stood on his toes and kissed Liam hard. “I want to have you inside me.”

“I won't fit.” Liam grinned down at him.

“Aww, Liam, together we can get Dalton so ready for you, he’ll never want the big cock out of his ass.” Troy grabbed hold of Dalton's hand and led him into the bedroom.

Liam followed closely behind, his gaze stuck on Dalton, and a smirk playing on his lips. “Dalton, I'm not going to rush this, but I’m going to have fun stretching that tight arse open.”

Troy sulked, pouting those nice lips as he stripped off Dalton's clothes.

“Don’t worry, T. I have plans for your arse. Dalton’s going to fuck you into the mattress.”

Troy opened his eyes wider, and then grinned at Dalton. “I like it when a good plan comes together.”

“Oh, we’ll be coming together if I time it right.” Liam chuckled, tearing off the last of Dalton's clothes. “Now, get that sexy arse on the bed and spread those thighs for me. I want to lick you out while Troy slides his cock into your mouth again, but this time, T, I want your arse pointing at me so I can tease myself with how sexy it looks as Dalton slides his fingers inside you.”

Troy was practically falling over to get out of his clothes as he laughed. “Liam, the thought you’ve put into this scares and excites me.”

“Yeah, well, while you two worry about stupid things, I worry about how I'm going to perform in here.”

With that, Liam pushed him backwards, staring down at them—creamy Dalton and olive toned Troy, so different and both looking up at him, their cocks hard and their pupils blown wide. Fuck! Liam would die happy if this was the last thing he saw, but before he died, he had a few hours of fun planned.





Chapter 43



Dalton would’ve been lying if he said he was totally fine with the things Liam planned, but despite feeling nervous, he pulled up his big boy pants and got on with it. The moment felt very different from his first time with Kelly, but the nerves and tension which he recalled were also there mixed in with the need and lust. The lust was a deeper one with Troy and Liam. Dalton wasn’t going to pretend he hadn’t enjoyed his time with her when they first became lovers, but he also wasn’t going to sugarcoat it and build it up to be something it wasn’t.

Everything he’d experienced so far with either Troy or Liam made his previous sexual experiences pale into an almost translucent colour. The man who was married to her for ten years didn’t like that. Didn’t like it because he felt it hurt her in some way, or diminished what they had, but then his sensible side reminded him Kelly was well aware their sex life hadn’t been all it should have been. After all, she was the one who pointed it out.

Dalton sucked in a deep breath as they all lay together on the bed, naked and turned on. Dalton was shocked constantly at how much he wanted these two men. Alone, they warped his mind into dimensions he never knew he could go to, but together, well, Dalton was afraid he would die of overexcitement at some point in their relationship.