Since I hear nothing from Casey, or George, I’m feeling more than a little nervous when I pack to return to George’s just after four. I had thought I’d be staying at Casey’s last night. When I left for work yesterday morning, I didn’t grab my tux or dress shoes, any of that, because I’d planned to come home today.
I make one last check that I have everything I need, then I shoot Casey a text.
Heading to George’s, Ma’am.
If there’s a problem, I’m sure she’ll let me know.
Hopefully she’ll let me know.
She’d let me know, right?
Of course she would.
I hope.
On the way, I stop to buy some lube and condoms. We’ll need them this weekend.
I fight the urge to adjust myself while standing in the check-out line as I think about all the people around me in the store, what they’d think if they knew who I’d be using themwith.
The thought simultaneously thrills and terrifies me. I mean, George takes his career seriously. Despite him mentioning a poly triad last weekend, I know he has no serious plans to change how we’re handling this thing between us. I have to stay a secret, especially before the election. Maybe being governor wouldn’t be as important to him if Ellen hadn’t wanted it so much for him.
Or, should I say, if Casey hadn’t told Ellen it should be important.
Meaning I’m once again thinking about whatever “talk” Casey had with him today.
I pass the Executive Protective Unit detail stationed outside the development’s front gate. Like the residents, I have a barcode decal on my SUV that allows me entrance without having to plug a code into the front gate.
Casey still hasn’t responded to my text, so I’m assuming we’re good to go. When I reach George’s driveway, I punch in my gate code and hold my breath until it starts to swing open.
This is a good sign, right?
I’m sure she would have warned me otherwise, yet I’m feeling apprehensive as I reach up to my visor to hit the button on the clicker for George’s garage door. It’s not even all the way up yet when I see the door to the house open, and there stands George, in sweatpants and a T-shirt.
He hits the button on the wall to close the door as soon as I’m all the way inside. I haven’t even shut off my engine yet before he’s walking over.
He looks like he’s been crying, which really worries me. I shut off the car, open my door, and when I step out, he’s pulling me into his arms, hugging me tightly, desperately. The ragged sound of his breathing rips at my soul.
I hold him, closing my eyes and realizing yes, heneedsme.
While also hoping that I’m never forced to make the choice between him and Casey.
Honestly? I think I did lie to Casey this morning, even though I didn’t mean for it to be a lie. I don’twantit to be a lie.
She loves and wants me, but let’s be honest—she doesn’tneedme. Not the way George does. I’m not simply a cum dump for the guy. He truly seeks solace with me, and I soothe his aching soul.
There are few callings in life more noble than being able to comfort someone deeply wrapped in misery. Having survived my own misery, it makes me acutely aware of what it can do to a person’s soul.
I lean against my car when I realize it’s me now holding him. He’s six-two to my five-ten, broad-shouldered where I’m slender. I reach up and rub his scalp the way I did this morning, the same way he does to me, and as Casey also does.
It makes him melt against me.
“I’m not going anywhere, Sir,” I tell him. “Iwantto be here, with you.” Because I think that’s what he needs to hear right now.
If I’m supposed to know what was said between him and Casey, one or both of them will tell me.
Even his voice sounds shaky, and I’m not used to that kind of vulnerability from him. “Thank you, boy.”
We stand there for another long moment. “Shower, Sir?” I ask.
