“Well, then. Let’s get dressed. I think part of our clothes are in here and the rest in the living room.”
Bradley sits up the rest of the way, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up. Malcolm follows behind, stopping long enough to kiss me. Sitting up, I stretch my arms above my head as the sheet pools low around my waist. Groaning, I swing my legs over the bed and get up. “Are we coming back here after?”
“You don’t have to. I can drive to the restaurant that way so you don’t have to make an extra trip back here,” Bradley answers, and my lips press firmly together.
“Did I say that? If we’re not then I was going to say pack an overnight bag.”
“Ohh, sorry, old habit. This is still new, so I’ll probably slip up a few times.”
“I think the next time he does he needs a spanking.” Malcolm playfully winks as he pulls up his pants, zipping them.
“I think that’s an amazing idea,” I add.
Bradley bends over to pick up his pants from the floor, and I move swiftly, giving his ass a playful but firm swat. He lets out a yelp and my heart swells seeing the rosy imprint of my hand on his skin.
“Comfort food is what we need. This has been a draining twenty-four hours. Thankfully the end result is the best ending possible,” Malcolm says sweetly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and putting on his shoes.
Once we’re all dressed. Somehow Malcolm ends up in my shirt and I can’t help but fantasize about fucking him while he’s wearing only it. My stomach growls loudly, letting my dick know that the fantasy becoming a reality will have to wait.
“I’ll be right back,” Bradley says after pulling his shirt over his head and rushes back down the hallway to his bedroom.
“I think it was always meant to be the three of us,” Malcolm whispers, stepping up beside me as we wait in the hallway.
“Me too.” I reach out, wrapping my arms around him, pulling him into my body.
“What you did was so sweet. I was going to do it too; I just hadn’t asked him for the information yet.” We both laugh as Bradley reappears in the hallway, duffel bag in hand.
“Just got a change of clothes in case we don’t end up back here.” A smile creeps onto his face.
Malcolm's stomach decides that it’s time for it to growl, reminding us we’re all needing food.
“Thai or Chinese?” I ask. “Or are we thinking Italian or Mexican?”
“Steaks’s an option,” Malcolm adds.
Bradley hesitates. “Chinese. Maybe noodles.”
“Noodles it is. Let’s go.” I reach out taking the bag from Bradley, grinning when he hands it over willingly.
We step out onto the porch, waiting while Bradley locks the door.
“Are you ready for this? Being out in public with me is one thing, but both of us is a different story. I don’t want you to be overwhelmed.” I ask Malcolm as Bradley turns, facing us.
I can see Bradley’s mind already heading in the wrong direction.
“Don’t. I didn’t mean it in a negative way. I know you’ve helped Malcolm be comfortable being openly gay in public. But that was with one man, not two.”
“Jefferson, I knew what you meant. I just wanted to say I don’t think you’re giving him enough credit. He has this.”
Malcolm gazes at Bradley and whispers, “Thank you.”
Chapter 35
Epilogue
Bradley
Seven months later
