Tears well in my eyes at her heartfelt confession. How am I supposed to argue with that? I offer her a quick nod to let her know I’m in this with her, too. “Okay.”
“Very well, Dr. Adler. You are not to treat patients for two years starting today. If we find out you’ve treated anyone, we’ll take it permanently. Are we understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she tells him with a smile before turning back to me. “Let’s go fucking home.”
“Yes, please.” I agree.
My mother stands there, stunned and speechless.I guess there’s a first for everything.I can’t help but pause at her side before we leave so I can tell her, “For the record, I’m not gay. I’m bisexual. And don’t ever call me Demetria again. Only my girlfriend gets to call me that.” I grab both of their hands and glance one final time at my mother. “Oh, and he’s mine too. I’m not only bi, but I’m polyamorous. So take that to your little prayer circle and have fun.”
My mother’s jaw drops, her eyes wide as her hand flies to her chest on a choked gasp. But I can’t find even one fuck to give as the three of us walk out the door, hand in hand.
52
Raegan
The heavy hotel room door clicks shut behind us and I watch my two loves kick off their shoes and begin to settle in. My body is frozen in place as I take them both in.
Hayes, the man I married at twenty-years-old and divorced at forty. I spent every year we were apart, thinking I hated him for leaving me. The funny thing is, I don’t think I hated him at all. I hated what he did, but ultimately I just wanted him back.
And Demetria. My sweet, sweet Demetria. The Earth shifted on its axis the moment she walked into my life. She has changed me for the better. Now, she’s the glue that holds us all together.
“You okay?” Hayes asks, an edge of concern in his tone.
I respond with a slight nod, the corner of my lip lifting into a smirk. I can’t take my eyes off of them. It’s like my mind is afraid that if I look away, they’ll disappear in a puff of smoke and I’ll wake up to find this was all a dream. I suppose that would qualify more as a nightmare, though.Jesus. I used to be so afraid of doing something that could jeopardize my license and business… my ability to do my job. Now, all I care about is them. Us.
Demetria saunters up to me, brows furrowed and head shaking. “I can’t believe my mother did that to you. I’m so sorry, Raegan.”
My smile widens. “Baby, I don’t care about any of that. It doesn’t matter and it’s done.”
“Well, I’m fucking done with her,” she pouts. “No wonder dad is divorcing her ass.”
“We’ve all been through so much the past few days,” I mutter softly, my pulse picking up its pace in my veins. “As far as I’m concerned, we’ve all leveled up, both individually and as a unit. As far as I’m concerned, it’s over and we finally get a fresh start.”
My hands find the hem of my blouse and lift it swiftly over my head before depositing it on the floor next to my feet. I kick my shoes off, letting them fly and land wherever they choose. Next is the button at the back of my skirt. I reach behind and undo it, then slide the waist around and to the front where I can maneuver the zipper where it needs to go, allowing the fabric to drop, unceremoniously to my feet. And yeah… I step out.
All that’s left are my bra and panties when Hayes stands, his tongue nearly hanging from his mouth as he says, “Angel, what are you doing?…” His words imply one thing, but the tone in which he says them is something else entirely. His voice is slightly deeper, huskier and drenched in arousal.
“I want you both, and I don’t want to wait.”
Hayes sucks in a breath, then nods in agreement. If we’re being honest, the erection he’s sporting under those dress pants of his is all the agreement I need. If he were just a little closer, I’d bet his pupils are practically blown out at the thought of it.
My feet move of their own accord as I slowly remove the distance between us. I pause when I get to Demetria and she lifts her arms without instruction, so I remove her shirt, then her bra before unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them, along with her panties, down her toned thighs and to the floor until she’s able to step out of them. She kicks them out of the way and I stand. My arms wrap around her, pulling her into me so I can lay my lips against hers in an unhurried kiss.
Cool hands touch my back, sending goosebumps down my spine. His fingers fiddle with the hooks of my bra, desperately trying to release my breasts while I continue to make out with my girl’s face, our tongues dancing around each other like we’ve never done it before and we may never get to again.
A hand reaches behind me to find Hayes has already lost his clothing.Such a good fucking boy. “I can already tell how hard your cock is and I’m not even touching it yet,” I tell him, allowing my hand to graze against his solid shaft.
Hayes’ hands slide around my torso where he squeezes both of my tits gently between his fingers. “Fuck, Angel. You have some of the best tits I’ve ever fucking seen and felt.” He pauses, moving his hands to Demetria’s chest and repeating the process. “I think I’ll call it a tie.”
Demetria softens her kiss, just before pulling away. “I need someone inside me. I don’t care who. But first–” she utters breathlessly before taking our hands, and careening them down her abdomen and beyond, until all three of our hands are teasing her pussy lips. The teasing only lasts so long before she’s using our hands to part her lips so we can all feel how utterly soaked she is. “I want you both to feel what you do to me.”
She leans back until her ass is resting against the foot of the bed and Hayes nudges her the rest of the way, her silky, dark hair splaying out around her. Her legs lift until both feet are placed firmly on the mattress, then her knees part and her cheeks flush as she uses our fingers to spread her open.
“I need you both to make me come… please.”
Hayes and I peak at each other quickly, not needing words to know we’re both all in on this.
“Since you asked so sweetly,” Hayes praises.
