“House first,” I say. “I want him home.”
“You got it, babe,” Isaac says. “But then I want my fucking contract.”
“I think I’m starting to understand love languages,” I say.
Evan laughs and snuggles even more tightly between us.
“Shit,” Isaac says.
“What?”
“I’m getting hard again.”
“Erections arenotemergencies.” Evan sounds slightly alarmed.
“If you’re telling me to pump the brakes, I’ve got bad news for you, baby.”
Evan groans as Isaac’s hips start to move in an unmistakable rhythm. Glancing down Evan’s back, I see Isaac’s cock moving above Evan’s plump ass cheeks. Damn that looks good.
“My turn next,” I say.
Evan reaches up and grabs my face, bringing his lips to mine. “Only if you say the magic words.”
I guess I’ll have to get used to this. “I love you.”
He kisses me, and as our tongues collide and my skin sparks, the words and all the things I’m feeling for both these men click so neatly into place, I finally understand what we’ve found together. Itislove. It’s not a feeling. It’s a promise. Witheverything I am, I tell them through my kiss and my grip that I will never let this go.
EPILOGUE ONE
ISAAC
Four Months Later—Summer
The new house in Pac Heights is big enough to run my business out of. We needed a yard? We’ve got one. It’s not huge but it does have a greenhouse, which I thought we’d tear down, but Deacon nearly orgasmed when he saw it. It’s currently undergoing renovations because it was practically in shambles, but Deacon’s already planned the layout, what he wants to grow, and is heavily into researching how to make all his future vegetables and herbs thrive.
Currently, he’s in the kitchen while I’m getting the main living area of the house ready for a dinner party in celebration of Evan coming into town. He’ll be here for a week, which is the only reason I’m not complaining about the party. If he were only going to stay the weekend, I’d be pissed if I had to waste an evening on anything but the three of us.
Nothing like a long distance relationship to make me realize how possessive I am. Evan hasn’t seen the new house in person yet, and I admit I’m nervous about whether it meets specs or not. Technically, it checks all the boxes we discussed Easter weekend, but home is as much about vibes as it is good flooring.
This will also be Deacon’s first dinner party since the one before Evan moved to LA. We’ve been busy most weekends, back and forth from visiting Evan and recently with the move. I’m less than thrilled about seeing Calyx and meeting his boyfriend, but since Sam is also Evan’s best friend, I’m going to have to hope it’s not a shit show.
The puppy is having none of the Swiffer. He keeps jumping in front of the wet spray, not learning his lesson, getting soaked, then proceeding to sneeze repeatedly. He’s an utterly ridiculous looking dog, with enormous ears, a stocky build and hanging jowls. Every part of him seems to grow at a different rate and he’s as silly as he is stupid. “Baz, I’m not saying it again. Move it.”
He moves it. Running in a circle around me, then meeting the spray just in time to get spritzed again.
“You can put him outside,” Deacon offers.
“He’ll just bark.” He found his voice last week. It’s been amazing. “I’ve told you I don’t want kids right?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“And you’re sure you’re good with that? It’s not too late to back out.”
“I don’t want ‘em either.”
Baz enters another sneezing fit. “Why do they make puppies?”
“I told you to stay away from Millie.”
