We want to try to time selling the house with when our new house will be close to complete. We’re supposed to break ground on that in a few weeks. I haven’t even started picking out cabinets or tile or paint. The men told me to narrow it down and they’d chime in on my top choices before we decide.
I’m actually a little partial to a set of IKEA cabinets I saw in their Tampa store last weekend when I drove up there to buy some more bookshelves for Lucas’ and Katie’s rooms.
“Do you think the builder install an IKEA kitchen for us?”
They both stop and stare at me. “If we’re going with IKEA,” Nolan says, “we should handle that part of things ourselves.”
Arlo snorts.
“What?” Nolan asks.
“Spoken like the guy who nearly killed himself changing a tire,” Arlo teases.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you, Mr. Can’t-Dump-His-Browser-Cookies?”
Arlo’s grin widens. “Nope.”
“I helped you replace the cabinets in the master bathroom when you guys moved into that house,” he reminds him. “I didn’t say I’d take the lead on this. But maybe it’ll save us some money if we do things like that ourselves.” He pulls both of us in close. “You know.Ourhouse.”
“I gotta say, I kinda like that idea,” I tell Arlo. “I mean, we’re doing this in stages anyway. We’re priced out to bare walls, electrical, and the bathroom stuff like tubs and toilets.” The builder is a good friend of Arlo’s boss and is treating us right on the house. Since we already own the property free and clear, and have a good deal of equity in the house, we were able to secure a good loan to start the building process.
All three of us.
Together.
“When are we supposed to find time to do this?” Arlo asks.
“Weekends,” Nolan and I say together before we start laughing.
“Caine and Lucas love helping you guys out. And think about what you could teach Katie to do. You said you wanted her to be a self-rescuing princess, right? Let her help, too. They’ll feel invested in the house.”
Arlo studies us with a look we both know damned well—slightly aggravated, but not seriously, and already knowing he’s outnumbered and won’t win this, so he should probably give in now.
“Fine, but we hire out the flooring,” he says. “And the backsplash and stuff, if we’re doing tile there. I’m not killing my knees for anything but giving either of you two head.”
Nolan and I burst out laughing.
We walk for a little longer before heading back. But instead of leaving the beach, we sit in the soft white sand past the high-tide line and stare out at the calm waters of the Gulf of Mexico, me in the middle.
I think we’re going to talk some more, but Nolan, then Arlo, kisses me. We’ve got the beach to ourselves right now. They both reach up under my skirt, push my panties to the side, and with their other arms around my shoulders, they make me come several times.
Yeah, I’m a happy girl.
I think maybe they’re going to let me get them off, too, but then Arlo carries me piggyback up to the public showers so we can hose our feet off before heading back to the car.
It’s not quite eleven when we return home. Caine and Lucas are sitting on either end of the couch and watching an anime while a snoring Katie is sprawled across the couch and them.
I immediately take a picture, because it’s fricking adorable.
Once they’re all in bed, we retire to our bedroom and lock the door behind us.
“Showers, my spouses,” Nolan says.
There, they pin me between them, Nolan behind me and Arlo in front of me, and make me come one more time before they each spill inside me, front and back.
I’m not always up for that particular permutation, but tonight it’s a special ending for the most special of nights. It means as I’m drifting to sleep between them a few minutes later, pleasantly aching in all sorts of good ways, I know I’m going to sleep damned good tonight.
And so will my husbands.
