Kevin confides in me that Lauren did vote for me, even if she doesn’t want others to know.
I don’t care. Even if she hadn’t voted for me, as long as she’s dedicated to working with me and not against me, and Kevin trusts her, that’s all that matters.
What amuses me—and Kevin—is that as New Year’s rolls around, FNB is howling in rage that we’ve eviscerated them by pilfering what was obviously their best and brightest talent. Their ratings are tanking, and they’ve aired an unprecedentednumber of corrections and retractions over the last three weeks due to errors in research and writing.
Word reaches Kev that management over there seriously considers forcing everyone to sign a loyalty pledge that’s also a non-compete agreement, and would include a clause forbidding working for my administration during its existence. Fortunately, their legal department shuts that down beforeit comes to fruition.
Doesn’t matter, because we’ve gotten what we came for and left them a smoking ruin as far as true talent goes.
Let the SEC investigation finish destroying their reputation.
Even better?
That investigation started over a year ago, during a Republican administration,notmine.
* * * *
As we slip into New Year’s, the three of us opt to spend it alone at home. We’re goingto spend the next four to eight years in front of cameras and engaging in public celebrations.
I wantthis.
Ineedthis—them.
I need time alone with them before we are swept up into the public eye and I’m not able to enjoy a holiday night hidden away without it conjuring wild speculation as to why I don’t want to be seen in public.
After dinner, Chris and Kevin build a fire in the fireplacefor us. We curl up together on blankets and make love there with music playing. Tonight,Ipicked the Pandora station. The electronic music gods must love me, because we get a mix of jazz and modern classical that allows us to focus only on each other.
You’d think that with the three of us together we’d have sex a lot more often than we do. Except a presidential campaign—and transition—is a massiveundertaking. Every night we’re actually in bed together, we usually collapse, exhausted, sometimes with no energy to do anything more than snuggle and kiss each other good-night.
Tonight though, we focus onus. Christopher is always in charge, and Kev and I prefer it that way. Sometimes he’s in a mood to bottom to Kev, but tonight I’m on the bottom of the pile, so to speak.
Christopher and Kevincan easily shut off my brain. Tonight, they set out to do just that. Christopher holds me first.
“Come here, girl,” he says, patting his bare thigh.
Already suspecting what’s in store, I happily comply. With him sitting up and leaning back against the couch, my back is to him and his arms wrap around me, firmly anchoring me against his chest while I’m impaled on his cock and my legs are drapedover his thighs and forced wide open by them.
Kevin flashes us both a playful smile before bending his head and using that sweet, sexy tongue of his to explore and tease me, where our bodies are joined.
Guessing from the sound of Chris’ gasps and moans, Kev’s probably working his way lower, to our husband’s balls. Up again, his tongue playfully swipes around my sensitive flesh, taking me closeto the edge but not quite getting me over. This is one of their favorite games with me, the men sometimes swapping positions back and forth several times as they take turns making me come before they finally finish inside me. According to them, they love the feel of my body squeezing them while they’re embedded within me.
I love it, too.
I love that in these increasingly rare moments we canshove worries aside, ditch the condoms, and they can fully possess and mark me, inside and out.
With the house surrounded by Secret Service we really can’t play like we want to, with spanking and loud squeals and pained grunts.
Thus, we improvise.
Tonight it’s Christopher’s hands cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples until I gasp while Kevin makes me moan with need and pleasure. It’s Kevinbiting and sucking along the inside of both our thighs, marking me and Christopher in secret places only we can see, while Christopher kisses me and swallows my sounds.
It’s giving myself to these two men who’ve given everything to be with me and help me follow my dream.
Kevin makes me come three times before Christopher can’t hold back any longer. He grabs me by the waist and fucks me whileKevin sits up and kisses him over my shoulder, with me sandwiched between them.
“Come for us, Sir,” he whispers to Chris. “Fill our girl.”
I never get enough of watching them together, the raw, unfiltered passion between them. Christopher’s sadism with me is physical, primal, sometimes brutal, digging into my fantasies and safely fulfilling them in ways that helps distract and disconnect mythinking brain, and leaves me physically spent.
