“Huh?”
“Sir dozed off,” Shea says.
“Sorry.” I feel a little guilty about that. My “official” residence will be Shea’s townhouse, although I know there will be plenty of nights I spend at least a few hours upstairs in the residence. That means I should try to make the bestof this time now, while I can.
Chris stretches out next to me and snuggles me against him so he can kiss me. “Change of plans,” he says, and proceeds to make love to me with Shae pressed against my back and her hands and lips roaming my body.
Part of us will always remain at that hotel in Daytona. Part of us will always be those two men eating tiramisu off each other’s bodies and feeling, forthe first time in our lives, a deeper connection.
That will always beus.
Two years since this madness started, and we’ve settled into a perfectuswith Shea. We both love her—we’re bothinlove with her now, and she loves and is in love with both of us.
When the pivot is Shea, we have different relationships with her.
When the pivot is us?
It’s those green eyes looking into mine, watchingme, watching mewatchhim.
It’s a man who made me cry with pleasure and laugh with pain.
It’s a man who unintentionally destroyed perfection before it could take root and yet it still survived and thrived when replanted elsewhere.
She once told me she loves watching the two of us together like this, because it is like a cocoon develops around us. She doesn’t feel left out, she feels fascinated—andturned on, because she is a kinky bitch, after all—but she likens it to a Florida storm that rapidly blows up and then leaves the land washed clean in its brief wake and smelling fresh and sharp and sweet, complete with thunder and lightning for a show.
That what we have is magic.
And I feel that, too. There must be a degree of the supernatural for this to have survived so many years in thedesert.
I’ll take it.
It’s Shae’s hand on me, reaching around from behind me and stroking my shaft, as Chris claims me once more and reminds me why I kept saying yes even after I learned from Shae I could’ve walked away.
Because I never left him, and he never left me.
His lips gently close over mine, tenderly, a sweet celebration as we make love and the world falls away.
I’mHis.
I havealways been, and I always will be.
If that’s not magic, tell me what is.
Once we’ve both spent, and Chris gets Shae off with his mouth and fingers, we all clean up and curl up together in a sated, sleepy pile with me in the middle.
I clasp Chris’ hand against my chest, and Shae’s against my stomach. I lay with my head tucked in the crook of Chris’ other arm, tipped toward him while Shae pressestightly against my back and slings a leg over both of ours.
There’s no start, no end, no way to easily separate us—our bodies, our breath, our dreams and desires.
And I thank the universe for them showing up on my doorstep that dark afternoon and shining light into my soul.
Sometimes, the darkest rock-bottoms aren’t the end of your journey.
They’re merely the beginning.
