I look back over my shoulder at the two of them, sleeping under a shared blanket, and let my mind wander, imagining a life with them. Nothing too detailed because that's too depressing since I know this is nothing more than a fever wish. But I let myself indulge in the fantasy, taking the feeling I have when I'm with them and superimposing it into my life and magnifying it so that it lasts for longer than the few days I've known them.
Life isn't fair, is it? You meet two amazing people who touch a part of you you never even knew existed only for it to be impossible for the three of you to be together.
Because itisimpossible. They have their well-established lives in LA, while I'm out doing my crazy shit, lucky to spend more than a couple of months in any one place.
There's no way we could ever make it work, so as I sink into an armchair and pull a throw over myself, I resign myself to that bleak reality and do my best to put it out of my head for good.
EPILOGUE
One year later…
Jett
"It'll be great," I assure Reeve, clasping my hand tighter around his.
He peers down the twenty-foot drop and sucks in a breath through his teeth.
"It's not the height, is it?" Wilkin inquires. He's standing on the other side of Reeve.
"No. Well, not the height itself but the effects of the height on my…you know…"
Reeve peers down his body. I peer down his body. Wilkin is practically drooling, peering down Reeve's body.
It's an impressive physique, one Wilkin and I have become intimately acquainted with over the past year. In addition to each other, of course.
But we're not focusing on Reeve's killer abs, strong arms, or muscular thighs. Not even his impressive bulge. But rather, what's covering said impressive bulge.
A loincloth.
Yes, it's taken months and months of pleading, but Reeve has finally relented. Did Wilkin and I have to bribe him by threatening to withhold our near-nightly kissing show for him to get him to agree? Why, yes. Yes, we did. But it's worth it to see it in the flesh.
Not to mention it'll look great on camera.
Reeve
How did I let myself get talked into this? Oh, that's right. My boyfriends resorted to sexual bribery, and damn my lack of willpower, I caved instantly.
Can you blame me though? There's nothing I enjoy more than watching the two men I love more than anything in this world making out before they turn their attention to me and the three of us connect sexually, physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
I glance down at the churning, white, foaming rush of water smashing into the dark rocks below and exploding in a fizz of spray. Seems fitting to be back to where it all started…with a few differences.
Like Jett and Wilkin finally resolving their lifelong issues.
Like the three of us being together.
Like me being in a loin cloth. We'll be recording this jump for a documentary film the three of us are producing together. Wilkin came up with the idea of turning my homemade adventure videos into documentary films. Using his connections, we signed to a major streamer, and the firsttwo films we've released have been smash hits. Not quite as ubiquitous asHeated Rivalry,but not too far behind either.
Jett's the one who came up with the 'brilliant' idea of me starting to wear a loin cloth since the media has nicknamed me Tarzan because of my hair. We're doing a practice jump to give the crew a chance to work out lighting and some other logistics.
The other thing that's changed since the last time we were here?
All three of us are jumping this time.
Wilkin
Talk about a full-circle moment.
This time last year, I wouldn't have dreamed of jumping off a ledge into a waterfall. Jett and I were sequestered, awaiting testifying at a trial, barely on speaking terms. And we'd only just met Reeve.
