It’s not awkward to hold them both, and the self-enforced binders I wrapped around my chest when I agreed to monogamy all those years ago release a little.
I’ve loved this man for a long time. Loved him loud and quiet. Chosen him when choosing him meant closing doors I used to leave cracked open for the possibilities of more. So, watching him like this, watching him soften under someone else’s careful attention, watching him allow himself to be…tended…does something else to me entirely.
Isla looks up at me, eyes questioning, and I wink at her. I’m rewarded with a playful smile that reaches her eyes.
Our bedroom is warm, lamps casting soft light over the big bed I’m in no rush to climb into. The sheets are rumpled from earlier.
Isla is the first to move, uncertain fingers reaching for the top button of Garrett’s shirt. I let her take her fill as she undoes them one by one. Eventually, she steps back so she can reach the lower ones.
And I use the opportunity to slide my hands back into his sweats, pushing them down strong thighs. When I reach his ankles, he steps out of them. Then, I take a moment to remove his socks. As I stand, Isla is running her fingers over his shoulders to push the sleeves of the shirt off them.
When Garrett is naked, I ease him down onto the mattress.
“Fuck me,” he grumbles as he settles back against the pillows.
“I’m pretty certain that isn’t what you need.” My tone tells him I’m joking.
He hooks his hand around my neck. “Or maybe that’s exactly what I need.”
I let him tug my lips to his and kiss him firmly. The intimacy of properly kissing another person is deeply personal. This won’t be the first time in my life I’ve been in bed with two people, but in switching between kissing Isla and Bear, I realize that it’s different. Hard to define. It’s the kind of life-changing special that most people spend their lives looking for
I suppose there’s the obvious. Their lips are different. The way we fit together is unique. And I kiss Bear with the familiarity of someone who has kissed him a thousand times before. With Isla, it’s new. Exploring what works, what feels good. There’s the comfort in kissing someone I know and love; there’s the excitement of learning to kiss someone new.
And they touch different parts inside me. With Garrett, I let him lead when I can sense he needs it. With Isla, I want to lead her to the possibilities of us.
“It’s beautiful how you love each other,” Isla says, and I pull away from Garrett a little.
“Are you up to joining in?” I ask her.
“Yeah. Just…go gently,” she replies.
I offer my hand to Isla, and after waiting for half a second, she exhales and steps closer. “I don’t want to do this wrong.”
“You can’t do anything wrong,” Garrett offers. “Except lie to us about whether you actually want this.”
Her fingers are warm and small in mine. I say, “There’s only what we want and can offer each other. And what the big guy can handle.”
Garrett huffs. “You don’t need to be taking care of me. I’m not made of glass.”
I place my hand on his chest. “No. But you’re made of skin and bones that can break just as easily when you’re catapultedfrom your bike or run to the aid of a woman when you’re already broken.”
He smiles at that. “Like you wouldn’t have done the same.”
I stand fully and cup Isla’s cheeks. “You okay with this?”
“I am. I just…I want to be mindful. You were…are each other’s, first.”
I kiss her, savoring the way she lets me in so easily. Our tongues meet and my cock fully engages. “We’ll always be each other’s. We just want to know if you want to be ours too.”
“I want to say we should go slow, but I also know enough that I’m about to end up naked,” Isla says. “I’m nervous.”
Garrett exhales. “You want to know something wild, Isla?”
“What’s that?” she asks.
“I haven’t ever been with a woman before. And I’m glad you’re my first.”
“Oh,” is all she says to the revelation, but her eyes are wide with surprise. “I think this week might hold a lot of firsts for both of us. I’ve never done…well, this…with an established couple before.”
