“But I like when he does that.”
“I know. Hence why me spending nights alone sometimes facilitates that. We all get what we need that way.”
“But…I feel guilty that you’re alone.”
“Why?”
“Because he loves you,” George softly says. This is the first he’s spoken since we started eating. He turns those blue eyes on me. “I do, too. Feel guilty when you’re alone.” He blinks back tears. “Especially now that I know…”
He can’t continue, but I know what he means.
“I didn’t tell you about me and Ellen to make you feel guilty.” I mean, not really. Not totally.
Part of me hates that he looks so heartbroken overme. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asks.
“Because I shouldn’t have told you at all. I promised her not to tell you. I didn’t say it to hurt you. I guess I wanted you to understand you weren’t alone mourning her like that.” Which isn’t exactly the truth but it’s close enough.
We finish eating. Before Declan takes care of cleaning up for us and putting the leftovers in the fridge, George stops him.
“Hey. Your garage clicker is on the kitchen counter. Make sure you put it back in your carrightnow, and park in the garage before you come back up.”
Declan beams. “Yes, Sir.”
“Smooth move,” I say once Declan’s out of earshot.
George wears a happy, lopsided smile. “I want my boy parking in there.” He rolls toward me and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “You can park in there, too, you know. You have a clicker.”
I know where this is going. “You can’t move me in a piece at a time. That’s not how this works.”
“Why can’t it?”
“Don’t push me.”
“Sorry.” But I can already tell from the gleam in his eyes that he thinks he’s going to wear me down and do exactly that—move me in a piece at a time.
Declan soon returns and stands there, waiting on me, I guess.
I know what he wants. “Get naked, boy. Collar and cuffs, if you brought them.”
His happy smile nearly blinds me. He starts to strip and races for the bag he brought.
I scoot to the far edge of the bed, Ellen’s side, and settle in. I have a full tummy and I’m exhausted. “Maybe keep it on the vanilla end of things tonight, huh?” I ask. “I really want to go to sleep.”
George shucks his shorts and he and Declan happily climb into bed, George on top of him and eagerly kissing him. They remind me of a couple of puppies. They’re both smiling and playful. The sweet energy between them is amazing to watch and listen to.
I missed this so damn much.
Joy. It’s something that I haven’t truly felt before this year, before witnessing the two of them together. Not really. Together like this, the two of them are pure, sweet joy.
And as I fall asleep, my last sight is watching them on their sides, George spooned around Declan and slowly fucking him as he strokes Declan’s cock, while Declan holds my hand and George kisses him.
* * * *
Over the next week, it’s a pain in the ass to spend every night at George’s house, but I do it anyway. I have a morning routine, and this is fucking with it.
Although it is nice having both of them in bed with me.
George tones back his play with Declan around me, although he does take him down to the basement for a couple of thorough spankings that leave Declan smiling and deep in subspace when they return to the bedroom.
