Yes, we’ve already done it out there a couple of times.
Once in the rain, late one night.
Yes, I know we’ve only been living here for a week now. We’ve been busy. Shut up.
If glamping is a thing, is glamucking a thing? Glamexing?
Should be if it’s not already.
I mean, sure, maybe the name needs work, but whatever.
Nolan steps forward, pressing me against the shower wall, where he slants his lips over mine. I love kissing him, love making love to him—love him.
I might be exhausted, but I’m not so far gone I can’t summon a little bit of energy for him.
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Nolan
I honestly can’t remember a time in my life where I have felt both more at peace and more comfortable in my life as a person, as a partner, and as a father.
I feel like I’m finally living authentically and not overflowing with gallons of bullshit hypocrisy or worry.
Or unrequited longing and loneliness.
I feel like I’mfinallyable to be the best father possible to not only Katie, but to Lucas, and to Caine.
Because it’s obvious to us that Caine is here to stay.
Fortunately, we’re all good with that.
I take my time kissing Zoey, savoring her sweet, soft lips, enjoying processing the differences between kissing her and kissing Arlo.
Who just fucked me bent over the dryer in the utility room.
Utility room—check.
Obviously, the kids’ rooms are off-limits to our claiming activities, but we’re quickly working our way through the rest of the house while they’re not around, or while they’re asleep.
Yes, we’ve had a lot of shower sex lately, because we end up mostly falling asleep by the time we end up horizontal. Also, because shower sex is a good excuse to have some uninterrupted time where we don’t have kids knocking on the door asking questions or needing something.
My cock, which had softened a little between the time Arlo released me in the utility room, and me making it in here, has hardened once more between us, because the rat bastard didn’t get me off and told me to wait. That either I could play with Zoey, or he’d catch up with me and give me a blowjob when he finally came to bed.
I’m a winner either way.
We all are.
I bend my knees and dip so I can notch the head of my cock between her thighs and find she’s already wet and ready for me.
This is also perfection. Being with her has always felt as sweet and easy as being with Arlo, in this way.
He’s right—we were meant to be together.
If I hadn’t been a dumbass, I wouldn’t have Katie. I’m also now at a point in my life where I can readily appreciate what the three of us have together.
I’m ready to devote myself fully to it, to nurturing it, nourishing it and them.
We kiss as I slowly thrust and she writhes against me. I let her set the pace, because I’m more than happy to follow her.
