He smiles warmly. "Only to me."
"I've also been in my head about you and your reaction."
"Figured that, too."
I take him in, his easy confidence, his carefree energy, wishing so badly I could be more like him in that way. "Well…?"
"Well, what? I loved everything we did last night. But my favorite part would definitely have to be…"
"Yes?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Yeah. I saw a fire in your eyes again. I know performing took its toll on you, but it was great to see you so natural and free. That was the true magic of what we did. That's why so many newer performers may try to replicate our formula, but they'll never be able to recreate it."
I let that sink in for a minute. "It did feel really good."
He grins, lifting the cup to his lips. "I know. I was there, remember?"
"I didn't go…too far with you?"
"Oh, please. You may be more wild than me, but I can hold my own. And I always enjoy the ride."
I smile because he sure does. Taking a man's cum is intoxicating, a visual and emotional combination of degradation and empowerment unlike anything else. Having someone who not only gets it but loves it as much as I do is so incredibly rare. And then to have that someone be my best friend, well, talk about hitting the jackpot. I couldn't ask for anything more.
My eyes drift to the flowers. "And what about Harvey?"
"What about him?"
"What next? It's one thing to debrief with you, but I need to know he's okay with it."
"I think how into it he was last night and the flowers this morning indicate that he's very okay with it. When was the last time a guy bought either one of us any sort of gift?"
"True. I just hope he’s genuinely cool with everything."
"He's a grown man. If there's something he wants to say to us, we have to trust that he'll say it."
"When will we see him again? I don't want to wait until next Friday."
Before he left, and as we shared a hot three-way kiss on the front porch, we agreed on making Friday board game night. That's six long days away from today.
Zak tilts his head, a faint grin curving his lips. "Eager to see him again?"
"Of course I am." With a smile, I add, "Like you aren't."
"I can send him a text to say thank you for the flowers and see what he's up to today?"
When I look at him expectantly, Zak chuckles. "I meant after I had my coffee and enjoyed the peace and quiet for a few minutes, but okay, I'll do it now."
"Off you go," I say, smiling over the rim of my cup.
Later that day, all three of us are floating in a shallow section of the lake. Harvey responded to Zak's text saying he was helping the old lady who lives opposite us, Sutton, with some household chores, but that he was free in the afternoon, so here we all are.
This section of the lake is completely secluded, so we decided to strip off and go au naturel.
"Man," Harvey says, slicking his hair back with both hands, which makes his massive biceps flex like crazy. "Can't believe I've lived here for all these years and have never swum in the lake."
