“Wedid it.” He reaches for my hand and holds it as he drives.
When we arrive at the airport, he pulls off into the cell phone lot first, away from other vehicles, so we can talk.
“I’ll keep youupdated by text,” he says, “but I’m not going to be in contact a lot for the next two weeks. Okay? I need to focus on him. I can’t tell you how much I wanted to pull him into my arms and tell him I love him and forgive him.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Stick and carrot.” He looks through the windshield, quickly scanning our surroundings before his focus returns to me. “He’ll be expecting me back.I need to finish breaking him down.”
“Uh, he’sbroken. I don’t think there’s any work left to do in that department.” I actually feltreallysorry for Kevin by the time we left there.
“Yes, there is. I need him to fully accept you in my life. He will,” he quickly adds, “but that’s why I need these two weeks alone with him.”
“What was the offer?” I ask.
“Huh?”
“Back there, you told him hewill take you up on your offer from back then.”
He removes his sunglasses so I can see his eyes. “I told him if he would trust me, that I’d take care of him. I’d offered to let him move in with me in DC. I was transferring to the office there. He was going to work at an unpaid internship at a network, and his parents were going to pay for his room and board.
“Kev was terrified to come out tothem. I told him if he would move in with me, I’d support him. All I asked of him, all he had to do, was take the next step after our week together, and that was to call me. That’s all. Not a big step, but I knew I couldn’t chase him. He had to reach out to me. I told him he could bemine. That not even his father would hurt him. Kev’s terrified of the man.”
I snort. “His father’s a grotesquetwo-bit swampcunt who thinks he’s a political empire unto himself.”
I have zero respect for Rep. Edwin Markos. Fucker’s an asshole, and I’m pretty sure he was cheating on his wife while she was battling cancer. Man also seems to have a bad kind of hard-on for me, probably because Momma once whooped his ass like a rented pack mule in an election.
“You’re not wrong.” He brings my hand to his lipsand kisses it before he tucks it against his chest, a gesture I love about him. “Give me these two weeks. Once we’re back in DC, I’ll need another two weeks to finish the process with him. Then I’ll bring you back into it with him.”
Okay, so this part of the plan is truly sneaky and underhanded and is, if it works as Chris believes it will, hotter than fuck and means I finally get to realizea long-term fantasy of mine to be with two guys.
I guess, under the circumstances, I can be generous, considering the potential benefits.
“I trust you.” I wonder if he realizes how fucking hard that is for me to admit.
If he or Kevin fucks me over, it can mean the end of my political career. I’m under no illusions that there’s a double-standard. A man caught in a sexual scandal in DC, as longas it’s with a consenting adult, he can usually survive it.
If I get outed as being kinky and having not one buttwomen?
I can forget about future political office if that happens. With just Christopher, yes, I could survive that, especially if we got married. It’s the poly aspect that will really scandalize people. I mean, howdareI be an ethical slut with two single, consenting, adult men?
Right?
I’d be treated as if I were caught occupying a double-ended glory hole.
Christopher smiles, glances around, then leans in for a slow, sweet kiss. “I trust you, too. Love you.”
I shiver, because it’s scary how comfortable that already feels.
How much I…needit. “Love you, too.”
