"During the day, it's fine," I reminded him. "Just have to keep it away from Faith for a bit."
"He wants to come out."
I nodded. "Yeah. And he wants to do everything so big and all of it right now. We'll teach him patience." I trailed my fingers down Cy's back, refusing to pull my arms away. "Once he has custody, we'll teach Faith that love should never know any limits. Maybe you'll figure it out somewhere in there too."
A soft smile touched Cy's lips. "What are you saying?"
"That you deserve this," I assured him. "That you've been trying so damned hard not to fall for him, but that man doesn't know how to quit. Babe, you like him. Not just want to fuck, not just think he's sexy. You actually like that man, and your heart has been too lonely for too long. Love him, Cy, and just know that we're all happy for you - and him."
He sighed, and it was like his entire body relaxed. "Loving youandher is easy. It's always been the three of us, but feeling like this for him? It makes me think I'm doing something wrong. I know it's not, and I'm doing my best to ignore it, but..." He scooted a bit closer to me. "Hearing you say it's ok helps. We're in love, Ash."
"Mm, yeah we are. All four of us."
I'd kissed him after that, then kissed him some more. Things may have led places, and there was definitely a sweat worked up. Eventually, I fell asleep wrapped up in his arms, but when my alarm went off the next morning, I was alone in the bed. I barely had my eyes open before the alarm was silenced, and not by me.
"Get up, get a shower, and spend some time somewhere besides your office today," Cy said, leaning in to give me a soft kiss.
He smelled like soap and his hair was damp. It was nice, making me want to pull him back into bed, but Cy resisted. Instead, he kissed his way down to my neck and then leaned back.
"I have to fix a little girl her breakfast." Cy headed to the door, then paused. "My boyfriend's kid," he said softly.
"Oh, you are adorable," I told him. "Go. I promise I will not fall back asleep."
He flashed me a smile and left. I lay there for a little longer, letting my dick go down, but I liked this. Cy was fucking swooning. Sure, he did it softly, trying hard to keep it to himself, but I had a feeling that man's heart was skipping in his chest and his belly was filled with butterflies. It looked so damned good on him.
I made it downstairs just in time to wish Faith a good day at school. Sadly, I couldn't actually listen to Cy's advice. With the final decisions for the Spring Catalog coming through, Leslie was in a bit of a panic, terrified she'd mess something up. So, I headed into my office and called her, walking her through a few final things.
That turned into something else, and then something else afterwards. I could hear Violet across the hall making her own phone calls. It was nice, comfortable even. In some ways, it felt like back when Gran had kept this place running. She did the paperwork, Bea handled the farm, and the older colors came back to pitch in when we were needed. The house had always been filled with gentle sounds of effort, and it felt right.
My mind was wandering, remembering those days, when a soft tap sounded on the door frame. Luke peeked around the corner a second later. He propped his arm against the edge and leaned into it. His dark shirt strained across his chest. There was a smile on his lips, and something about him seemed different. He looked happy.
"How you feeling today, cowboy?" I asked
He ducked his head and chuckled. "Yeah, so I guess that's out there, huh?"
"Oh, yeah," I assured him. "You told Violet?"
"Had a long talk," he promised.
"Walking a little funny?" I lifted a brow.
A flush crept into Luke's cheeks, the first time I'd ever seen that cowboy blush. "Kinda getting a new appreciation for women. I'm good, though. He..."
"Is gentle," I finished for him. "Yeah, I know. You like it?"
"Prolly more than I should."
"No such thing," I promised. "Either you like to bottom or you don't."
"So, you don't?" he asked.
I paused with my mouth half open. "Ok, maybe it's not that simple," I admitted, leaning back in my chair and gesturing for him to come the rest of the way in. "I have trouble trusting people enough. Topping has more control. Even if I'm taking it up the ass while I top, I'm still in control."
"Hence why you wanted to be on top," he mumbled.
My eyes ran across him, aware that his casual stance was starting to tense up a bit. That man was waiting for bad news. He was braced, yet still willing to take it. The problem was that I liked it. No, respected was a better word. Luke took his blows with his head up, but there was no blow coming this time.
"I wanted to be on top because I knew you hadn't done that. Hence, if I was in control, you didn't need to worry about it." I licked my lips, watching his reaction. "I also knew that fucking you that way makes it real hard for you to pretend you're with a woman. There's a dick flapping in your face that you can't ignore."
