Ourkitchen. A reallylargekitchen with a breakfast bar and eat-in table large enough for us and family. I suspect the kitchen will become Jordan’s treasured domain and he’ll customize it to completely suit him.
Leo and I wish we could have met Mimi. Jordan’s shown us home videos and the love she had for him bursts from the screen. I’m glad he had her in his life. If he hadn’t, who knows if we’d have Jordan right now? And I cannot imagine our lives without him.
I’ll spend the rest of our lives together loving him at least as much as his Mimi did, and so will Leo.
The most important thing I care about is that it’sourhome, for allthreeof us.
Heopens his eyes and in this light they look more green than hazel. He’s overdue for a haircut and getting a little shaggy, as am I. I think Leo likes us a little on the shaggy side.
Gives him more to hold on to. Can’t say I fault his logic.
The occasional swirl of outrage still drifts through conservative circles about our “love triangle.” Fuck ’em. I’mdone. If that’s the worst thing they can find to say about me after the events of the past eight years, that’s fine by me.
Guilt won’t bring my sister back, or the people slaughtered during Ellis’ attempted insurrection. Life’s damned short and I’m tired of putting myself and my men last. I sought this life but they didn’t.
All they did was fall in love with me and get swept along in my wake.
I owe them…everything. More than I can ever repay.
At some point, I drift to sleep again. When I awaken later the sunlight slants through our bedroom windows at a different angle and looks far brighter than before. Plus, Leo’s now wrapped around me. The sweet aroma of Leo’s favorite caramel-flavored coffee wafts through the open bedroom door so I know Jordan’s up and in the kitchen.
Leo doesn’t open his eyes but his grip on me tightens, meaning he’s marginally awake.
“Good morning, baby,” he mumbles.
I kiss him. “Good morning, Sir.”
One eye slowly peels open.
I smile. “Good morning,Master.”
“That’s better,pet.” His eye slowly closes.
I snuggle closer and kiss him again. Between us my cock is already hard and, yeah, maybe I am grinding on him, just a little. I’ve been a good boy for the past sixteen fucking years I’ve served in the White House. Twenty-two years, if you count how long Leo and I have been together in total.
And I do count that.
Now I can be a little bad every once in a while. Especially since he’s not going to let a thing slip, and I fuckingloveit.
Finally, I have the completely unhindered submission I’ve always craved.
I’vedamnsure earned it.
He must be far more awake than I thought because before I can register it he’s rolled on top of me and pins me to the bed with his body as he captures my wrists, holding them over my head.
Leo stares down at me without speaking for several long moments while the only sounds in the house come from the kitchen. Sounds like Jordan’s making breakfast and softly singing along to something I can’t quite make out.
A dark intensity simmers in Leo’s gaze this morning. It’s the same intensity I remember from that first weekend twenty-two years ago when terror skittered through me that Leo struck me as a man who’d found perfection—as had I.
Except I knew I wouldn’t be able to give in then.
I mean…I could have. Ishouldhave.
But we wouldn’t have Jordan.
Truth be told, my life would be far more boring and definitely shittier if it wasn’t for Jordan.
Leo sighs as his lips curl into a sweet smile. “Other than the trips to Nebraska for the presidential library stuff and to visit your parents, don’t expect to go much of anywhere for the next year.”
