“And sex?” My blush deepened, and Shotgun grinned.
“Lots of it,” he teased, and I laughed.
“Same again. Nobody is forced to sleep with another. Maybe we could discuss those date nights as the couples-only sex night, too. Have a spare bedroom for the person not joining them that night. That can be worked out.”
“But you and Rain have been together a while. You’ve got ideas already. I’d be new and could cause waves,” I admitted, unsure.
“Yeah, you could. But Rain and I are committed. We love each other and know it. We’re secure in our feelings for each other. You aren’t, which might mean you need extra attention and reassurance until you settle down.”
“Why me? It’s difficult to imagine you having this discussion with other women.”
“That night, I saw something in you. And even when you knew I was bisexual, you weren’t judgmental. You were attracted and curious.”
“And if this isn’t for me?”
“Then walk away.” Shotgun said.
“What if I can only love one of you?”
“That won’t work. As heartbreaking as it might be, neither Rain nor I would consent to that,” he replied. Shotgun placed his elbows on his knees and leaned forward. “It’s all or nothing. We can’t accept anything else. If you can’t love us both, then don’t love just one of us.”
“And what if you both can’t love me?”
“What do you mean?” Shotgun asked with a frown.
“You’re going on about me loving you both. What if the shoe’s on the other foot? You draw me in, make me care for you both, and then you or Rain decide you don’t want me. How is that fair?”
“That’s not,” Shotgun said, chewing the words over. I guessed I’d thrown a curveball because it was obvious he’d never considered it from my side.
“Because you and Rain are solid and have been together longer, I’d get kicked to the curb and my heart broken.”
“You’ve a valid point.”
“Yeah, I do. Shotgun, I want the white picket fence. I need the dream house with a fence, a huge backyard, kids running about, and a couple of dogs. I’d want to know I could travel for a few weeks on my job and know the children would be loved and safe. That they’re being left with parents who don’t care who the sperm donor is. Hell, I wouldn’t even have a DNA test done because it wouldn’t matter.”
Shotgun stretched his long legs out and crossed his ankles. He leaned back against the bench we were sitting on and stared at nothing. I couldn’t tell what because his sunglasses hid his eyes.
“You’d still travel.”
“Yes. And I’d expect your support. My job is important. Hell, there’d even be times I’d want you all along. Would you be able to cope? And what about my family? My cousins are half-insane and half-normal. A couple have unusual careers, to say the least. Would you judge them?”
“Babe, you say unusual careers and my mind can go plenty of places. What are you talking about here?”
I winced. Time to out the Spalding crazy. “Have you heard of the Valentinos?”
Shotgun sat up and looked at me. “The male strippers?”
“Yeah. Stafford is one of them, and he’s a burlesque dancer.”
Shotgun blinked at me. “Okay.”
“Prescott, who’s just been made the CFO of the company, was a naked butler. And Braford is a huge cosplayer and famous on social media. He’s got over five million followers.”
“Anything else?” Shotgun asked, and I was uncertain if he was amused or what.
“Thatcher was a butt model, and don’t forget Aubrey.”
“Madam Mischief.”
