How or why Elijah decided to keep in touch with Julian after he left Philly was a mystery. Maybe it started when he bought those portraits of the three of them or maybe it was just something destined to happen—two men, brought together under unusual circumstances who formed a tentative bond. And that was the only way it could be described—tentative. He knew Julian didn’t trust him, questioned his motives for keeping in touch. He didn’t have a real answer for that except…he felt like he always had about Julian. That he knew Yves in a way that Elijah didn’t. That she showed a different side of herself when they were together—shared something that he and Yves didn’t share. He wasn’t exactly threatened by it, but he wasn’t comfortable with that knowledge either. So maybe the bond was as tentative on his end as it was on Julian’s. But evidently, it was deep enough to get the man to show up.
And right now Elijah didn’t regret that at all.
The hotel was only a few blocks from the restaurant. The three of them walked shoulder to shoulder, Yves between them. He wasn’t drunk, but he felt good. All of them were just buzzed enough to feel the possibility of what might happen humming right under the surface of their skin. And Elijah was open to all of it.
“So when are ya heading home?” Julian asked.
“Well, It was supposed to be tomorrow, but maybe we could stay a couple more days.”
“Oh, can we?” Yves asked clapping excitedly.
Elijah pushed her hair away from her face and smiled down at her. “How can I say no when it makes you that happy?” He looked at Julian. “What do you say?”
“Nah got a thing to do with me.”
“Are you stupid? I want to stay so that I can spend more time with you, sweet boy,” Yves said.
“Nah,” Julian said shaking his head. “Maybe I should get on my bike and go home tonight.”
“Wait, no.” Yves stepped in front of him, halting his progress. “I haven’t seen you in a year. You wouldn’t take my calls. You didn’t answer my emails. You owe me this, Jules. You’re gonna stay here so that I can kiss on you and love on you for as long as I want.”
Julian chuckled. “Ya don’t think Elijah is gonna have something to say about that?”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “He called you didn’t he?”
Julian looked at him. “Ya in on this?”
Elijah gave him a noncommittal shrug.
“So what do you say?” Yves asked.
Julian’s hands went to her waist and pulled her close. Yves looked up at him; a dirty smirk twitched at the corner of her mouth. Elijah knew he wanted her; wanted that thing the three of them shared one night nearly two years ago. It was just a matter of him pushing aside his propriety and indulging in that often denied deviance.
Julian pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. “How do I keep letting ya talk me into these things?”
Yves grinned bright and triumphant. “Because deep down, your thoughts are just as dirty as mine.”
He grunted in response then gave a soft moan when she pushed up on her tip toes and pressed her lips to his. Elijah watched them, watched how Yves made him practically swoon with just a kiss. And, he had to face the fact that the twisted, dirty part of him wanted this. He liked watching Yves fuck Julian. He loved seeing her down on him, making him come. He loved how she came when they both were inside of her, and he didn’t know why that strange possessive feeling he had over her didn’t surface in those moments. The whole thing was so damn confusing that he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to make heads or tails of it or if he even wanted to.
Yves pulled away then they resumed walking again. She grabbed Elijah’s hand and pulled him close. “Love you,” she said before kissing him.
“Love you, too. You two walk ahead. I’m going to call the hotel to have them send up some refreshments.”
Yves nodded then took Julian’s hand and smiled up at him.
“Don’t take too long,” Julian called over his shoulder. “Ya might find yourself locked out of the room.”
Elijah chuckled at his false bravado. “Watch yourself. She’s still mine.”
“Nah just yours. Not tonight anyway,” Julian countered.