Fast as thought, Andy turned beneath them, grabbed Sean’s face, and kissed him. Nothing sweet or delicate about this kiss: it was desperate and angry, a kiss that couldn’t help itself. Then Andy’s big hand pulled Lea into the kiss, and their lips met: six lips, sliding around and against each other, impossible and fantastical, but very real.
They kissed for a while, until Andy’s sobs had stilled and Lea’s lips were raw, but she wouldn’t have pulled back from the kiss if they’d been bloody.
“Love you, Lea,” Andy whispered. “And dammit, dammit, dammit, I love you, Sean. Loved you since we went through training. Every day, wanting to kiss you, and hold you, and suck you, and f**k you…!” Another sob wracked Andy’s muscular frame. “And that’s not how guys are supposed to feel, and I didn’t wa
