Yeah, absolutely, I’d be good with that.
Especially if she could eventually bring herself to trust George and want to have sex with him, too. That would be so fucking hot having her in the middle between us like that.
I’ll never push her for that, though. I know that has to be her decision, and maybe she’ll never be able to bridge that gap.
But tonight? I’m beyond happy that I get this.
I think all three of us are going to sleep well tonight.
Fifteen minutes later, I’ve already made Casey come twice, and now I get to actually fuck her. She wears a wild-eyed look, like maybe I’ve finally come close to disengaging her brain and shutting down her defenses for a little while.
I know the feeling all too well.
Once I’ve notched the head of my cock against her and press for entry, George gets into position behind me and starts to do the same.
I close my eyes, softly moaning against her neck as he works his sheathed cock into me.
Her hand plays with my hair. “How’s he feel, boy?”
“Good, Ma’am.” Why lie? It does feel good. I always liked it when she played with me with toys like that. That this particular toy is attached to a living, breathing man is even better. In the beginning, we were both a little hesitant in some ways, but he’s really hit his stride and figured out what works for both of us.
Ellen was a lucky woman all those years if he was that conscientious a lover for her.
No, he hasn’t gone down on me, or let me fuck him, and I haven’t asked. That’s his call. I don’t need that to enjoy what we’ve got. If he ever decides to try bottoming, sure, I’ll be happy to do that with him.
For now?
I want to enjoy this fantastic fucking sensation of being filled and fucking myself between them.
Which is what I start to do once he’s in position.
I open my eyes and stare down into Casey’s. I can tell she’s got her feet braced against George’s thighs, from the angle she’s rocking her hips against me. George’s hands stroke my back and settle on my waist, and she reaches up and lays her hands over his.
Another of those shivers ripples through me. This is fucking amazing, having them here, together.
I manage to hold on long enough to get her over one more time, and then thanks to the way George’s cock hits me perfectly in the sweet spot, I’m quickly following her.
That triggers George’s orgasm, and then he’s fucking me hard, shaking the whole bed as he gets over.
After a quick clean-up, we finally go to sleep, me in the middle. I’m spooning Casey, and George is spooning me.
“Not to be a pushy boy,” I mumble, “but I could easily get used to doing this every night.”
“Me, too,” George says.
Casey sighs. “I have to admit, this is nice.”
Those are very nice words to fall asleep to.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Now — August Primary
Casey agreed Petula was PR gold. Thanks to Casey, the local paper did a story on George and Aussie taking in the wayward hound, and how the governor’s staffer rescued her from the flood.
Family of Petula’s owners started a GoFundMe. Public donations rolled in, and they were able to afford to start over near Murfreesboro.
Three weeks after the flood, there was a reporter and photographer on hand to do a story on me getting to meet the couple again and their joyful reunion with Petula.
