Besides, it means two dates we can romantically celebrate in February.
“Ugh, boy,” Jordan groans. “Who gave you permission to get out of bed? We don’t have to be awake yet.”
“Sorry, Sir. I’m kind of eager.”
“Get back over here.”
I’ve already made a trip to the bathroom but I wanted to see what it looked like outside. After I tug the curtain mostly closed, so a little natural light still seeps through, I hop back to the bed and slide in while Jordan holds the covers up for me. Then he wraps me in his arms and I struggle against the melancholy threatening to tank my mood.
Unfortunately, trying to push for polyamorous marriages won’t happen during my administration.
Just like Shae, Kev, and Chris had to let that battle remain unfought or it could have brought down her administration, derailed my chances to get elected, and tainted every good thing she did.
Baby steps.
Consenting adults having a relationship or marriage with each other shouldn’t be a big deal in this day and age. I mean, if someone’s a drunk driver, or date-rapes a college coed, they apparently can be “good people” who deserve forgiveness and a second chance, according to some conservative assholes.
Three—or more—consenting adults who aren’t hurting anyone else and who love each other?
Holy shit, heads would explode. We’d be called perverts.
I mean, okay, wearekinky freaks but that part of our relationship isn’t something that will ever see the light of day. We’d be despised simply because we dared to be a loving triad.
I know there are fights I cannot win, even with having the nuclear codes at my fingertips. This, unfortunately, is one of them.
Snuggling into Jordan’s arms, I press my face against the hollow of his throat. “Thank you for everything, Sir. I mean over all these years.”
His left hand closes on the back of my head and his fingers massage my scalp. “I’m glad you two finally got your act together. Makes my job hella easier. I might actually be able to take a few hours off every week now.”
I gently nibble the flesh at the base of his throat. “I think it’s more me getting my act together. You and Leo already ran a tight ship.”
“True story.” The hand massaging my head starts to fist my hair…
Which, to be honest, I was kind of hoping would happen.
My cock anticipated this and now it’s hard and rubbing against Jordan’s leg.
He feels it, too. He tightens his grip in my hair and shifts his leg enough to press against my erection so it’s wedged between his thigh and my body.
I give up trying to be good. This will earn me punishment later from him or Leo—or maybe both—and I don’t care.
I mean, Idocare, but I’m kind of hoping for the punishment.
I grind against him. He immediately and playfullytsksbut doesn’t move his leg or make me stop.
Achievement unlocked.
The grip on my hair grows painfully tight, making me gasp and slow my grind against him to keep from exploding. I’m kind of hoping something else will happen first.
“Such a horny boy this morning,” he teases. First he pulls me in for a kiss, my lips slanted over his as he leisurely builds my anticipation.
He knows what I want.
After a few minutes of kissing he drags me off his mouth and pulls my face against the hollow of his throat again.
“I think you need to earn it if you want it so badly.”
Yes!
