“I’ve got it,” Carter says. “That’s probably Dray and Gregory.” He heads out to answer it.
I step in front of the sink again to resume my previous chore. Once we finish with this, the three of us are heading over to the mansion for a little private adult celebration. Since it’s only a couple of blocks away, it’s easy to travel back and forth, security detail or not. Draymond and Gregory are going to stay with the kids for us while we’re gone. Dray is Susa’s chief of staff. His long-time boyfriend, Gregory, is chief of staff to Ethan Hamilton, who is now Susa’s lieutenant governor.
Although Ethan is far more to both men.
As in, they have almost as big a secret to keep from the public as Susa, Carter, and I do.
Yes, it’sthatconfusing.
Carter returns with Dray and Gregory. “Governor Taylor,” Dray playfully says as he pats me on the back. “GovernorEvans.”
Susa rolls her eyes. “Governor-electEvans.”
“Just trying it on,ma’am.”
That prompts a snicker from me. Unlike me, Dray always says it with a lower-casem.
Dray, Gregory, and Ethan are among the very few people who know the truth about the three of us and have helped protect our secret.
And the three of us are among the even smaller circle of people who know Dray, Gregory, and Ethan’s secret.
* * * *
It doesn’t take us long to finish the dishes and put away leftovers. Then the three of us head out, our security detail whisking us over to the mansion in an SUV. At least one way in which this arrangement helps us with PR is that we don’t have two different security details spread all over Tallahassee.
Susa and Carter own one of the three townhouses in our building, I own the middle unit, and Susa’s parents own the third on the other side of me. But they live in a house outside of Tallahassee, so their unit is rarely occupied.
Mine is connected to Susa and Carter’s by an upstairs door we had installed, so I can come and go between the units without anyone knowing. With the upcoming transition, I’ve already started moving my personal things out of the mansion and back to the townhouse. A few things are staying, like the bedroom furniture, because Susa’s going to use it. But from tonight on, my security detail knows I’m living here full-time.
Meaning nights spent with the three of us once again sharing a bed all night long, until Susa’s sworn in and technically the mansion’s legal occupant.
But Susa’s tricky. Since the boys are young, we’re keeping them at the townhouse, with the excuse that we don’t want to uproot them. Also, it’s obviously easier to raise them at the townhouse than trying to child-proof a literal fucking museum with historical value. The townhouse is only a couple of blocks from the mansion, not even a five-minute walk. That means Carter will still make frequent treks between the two residences, only it’ll be Susa in the mansion and me at home with the boys.
I.
Can’t.
Wait.
When we reach the mansion’s front door, Carter quickly speaks with the head of the security detail while Susa and I go inside. We’ve asked that, for tonight, the mansion be cleared of all staff, except for security on the outside. Besides, it’s Christmas Eve.
We have the place to ourselves.
After Carter joins us and locks us in, he turns, and I see he’s wearing an evil smile that hardens my cock. I know from experience that same evil smile already has Susa wet and squirming. That’s because we can both see the front of his slacks are tented.
Hey, when you’ve been together for twenty-five years, you kind of know your spouses’ bodies pretty damn well.
Or, you should.
I do.
And they know mine, too.
Carter sets down the duffel bag he brought with him and pulls me in for a long, deep kiss that makes me want to drop to my knees in front of him, except I haven’t been ordered to do that.
Yet.
Give him time, the evening’s still young.
