Misery didn’t hold back during the last installment, and blurted out his feelings. Where do we go from here?
New to the Misery series? Let’s get you all caught up.
- A Demon Lord is Here and He Wants to Interview Me
- Nulli On My Mind – Misery, the Demon Lord Returns
- Misery Sends for Nulli
- Misery Loves Company – Nulli Pays a Visit
- Misery Loves Company – Nulli Pays a Visit Part 2
- Misery and Yuri Have a Chat
- Misery Loves Company: Surprises All Around
- Misery Loves Company: Date Night
- Misery Loves Company – Date Night Part 2
- Misery Loves Company – Yuri Raises the Bar
- Misery Loves Company – Yuri Raises the Bar Part 2
- Misery Loves Company – Change of Plans
- Misery Loves Company – Change of Plans Part 2
- Misery Loves Company – Search and Destroy
- Misery Loves Company – Where’s Nulli?
- Misery Loves Company – Visitations
- Misery Loves Company – Confrontation
- Misery Loves Company – Lead the Way
- Misery Loves Company – Out of the Frying Pan
- Misery Loves Company – Crossroads
- Misery Loves Company – Pardon the Interruption
As always, thanks to Yuri Bellamy for collaborating with me on these posts!
“I…I love you.”
Yuri’s eyebrows shot up. Nulli gasped. They both turned to look at Misery. His friend met Nulli’s wide, chocolate-colored eyes and took her other hand, the hand Yuri wasn’t holding, in his. “I wanted to tell you I love you, but I apologize. I should not have interrupted.”
Yuri rolled his eyes and squeezed Nulli’s hand while looking at Misery. “Yeah, you kind of stole my thunder, but I’m glad you told her. Even if you had to interrupt me to do it.”
After a few slow blinks, Nulli turned to face Yuri. “Stole your thunder? What’s going on?”
He smiled. “I told him to tell you he loves you. I just thought he’d wait until after I said ‘I love you’ first.”
“You…” She pulled her hand free and stood before pacing on the other side of the coffee table. “No. No. This can’t work. How are you–” She paused and looked at Misery. “You think you love me?” Her gaze moved to Yuri. “And you think so too?” She threw her hands into the air and closed her eyes while rubbing her temples. “I’m supposed to choose now.”
Yuri jumped up from the couch and moved in front of her. “No, you don’t have to choose. That’s the point. We, er, we can make this work with all of us together.”
Misery joined him and touched the hand Nulli was still using to rub her temples. “Yes, I want to make this work, and in fact, I can’t think of anything better than having you both by my side.”
Yuri’s smile broadened as he looked at his friend before refocusing on Nulli. He wasn’t irritated at Misery for interrupting anymore, and wasn’t sure if he ever had been. He was just proud both of them could find the right words now.
Did I hear these two correctly? Did they say they wanted to make this work between all of us?
Wait… Are they suggesting what I think they are?
A wave of heat swept over me as I eyed the demons. “What kind of game are you playing? Is this how you set up a three way?”
What kind of woman do they think I am? “No.”
Not just no.
“Hell no! You must have bumped your head somewhere on the way back here. I don’t do meaningless sex. Find someone else.”
I needed space. I needed air. I needed a big stick and a pair of steel-toed boots.
Misery touched my shoulder before I could move to escape his and Yuri’s closeness. “Meaningless sex? We were proposing a relationship, not a one-time ménage.”
Yuri attempted to fold my hands in his, but I stopped him. He leveled me with an almost pleading gaze. “Nulli! Stop it. We’re not trying to get you in bed for the hell of it–although I have no doubt we’d all enjoy it if we made love. We’re actually saying we love you.”
This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. Could it?
I definitely felt something for both of them, but this? I’ve never done anything like this. “How would this work exactly? Just for informational purposes of course.”
Yuri grinned, brushed a curl off my forehead, then smoothed a finger over my brow. “Not much has to change, really. Misery and I would both continue dating you, but you won’t have to feel guilty because you’ll never have to choose between us. We aren’t competing to be the one and only man in your life at this point. We just want to be with you.”
I looked into Misery’s copper eyes and then into Yuri’s purple ones. I could see conviction, but I saw something else. Hope.
They’re actually serious. Holy. Shit. I’m about to have two boyfriends!
I could almost picture the three of us laughing together. Out together. But I could picture other things too, things that would make me throat punch a demon. “I can’t do an open relationship. You’ll be with other people and me too? That wouldn’t work. I don’t even know if this can work.”
Bottom line, if I found out they were cheating on me, there’d be two new cases of foot in butt disease.
Misery’s brows creased, and I could swear I saw hurt in his eyes. Then the hurt faded and he shook his head. “No, we will not be with other people. We will be with each other only, physically or otherwise. Three people can do this just as well as two.”
Yuri rested his hands on my shoulders and stepped closer. “This won’t be an open relationship. I wouldn’t do that to you, and neither would Misery. We don’t want to be with anyone else.” He glanced at Misery, who nodded, before looking back at me. “Look, have we ever lied to you? After all we’ve been through, don’t you realize how much we care about you? Is it so hard to believe we could love you? Only you?”
Misery laid his hand where Yuri’s rested my shoulder. “Or how much it took for me to say ‘I love you’? I have not done that in more years than you have been alive, and I mean everything I have said thus far tonight.”
There was sincerity in their voices, confidence in their posture, and longing in their eyes as they stared at me. They meant what they said. The more I thought about it, the more I knew I believed them. They didn’t come looking for me as a favor, and the emotion in their individual touches when we saw each other again… I’ll never forget it.
But a small voice inside me kept repeating the same thing. It’s two men. How are you going to keep two men interested? Are you really enough to make them both happy?
I never wanted to hurt either of them. Would I be doing just that if I can’t live up to their expectations? Am I seriously considering this?
Holy crap, I totally am!
“How can you be so sure this will work? Have you done this before?”
Misery shook his head. “No, but it’s common enough in my culture to have two lovers. It’s just not spoken of. As for how I can be sure this will work, I cannot. But I love you, and Yuri loves you. That alone is enough to make me try.”
“Having two lovers isn’t accepted very widely in my culture either.” What would my mother say if she could see me right now. Gawd!
Yuri angled his head and kissed me deeply, taking my mouth so fully and tenderly my pulse was racing by the time he released my shoulders. He slid his hands down my arms before ending the kiss and stepping back. “Does it feel like you have any reason to doubt that I love you?” His voice was low and rumbly. Sexy.
I started to reply, but Misery turned me toward him and took hold of my face. As his mouth came down on mine, he all but erased all coherent thought from my brain. I inhaled sharply; his cock was stiff beneath his trousers and aligned with my belly.
Clean up on aisle three!
By the time Misery pulled back I was a little light headed. My skin tingled, my muscles tensed. I wanted more contact, and heaven help me, I couldn’t decide who I wanted to kiss next. I took a deep breath to steady myself and swallowed hard. “We can try this relationship business, but we’re going to take it slow. I still have questions.”
The smiles on their faces brought one to my own lips. I took one of each of their hands and stepped in close. Warmth radiated from their bodies, caressing my skin and igniting something strong inside me. Something I wanted to explore.
What are these demons doing to me?
They were amazing, each different, but both endearing. And let’s not forget, freaking gorgeous! “So, boyfriends. Who’s helping me clean up the mess?” Go big or go home, right?
Good grief, what am I getting myself into?