Sometimes I find him lifting canned goods as if they are weights, and it makes me laugh. Although I stop him every time, I can understand this is hard for him. But I think what he misses most is sex. He’s always cornering me and trying to get it on, hoping I’ll fold and give in.But I don’t.
I haven’t punished Gabe with the sex restriction, but we still try to be respectful toward Noah. We only have sex occasionally, either in the shower when we’re alone or when Noah is sleeping. He knows what we’re doing and keeps telling us it’s okay, that we don’t have to hide. But I can tell he appreciates us being discreet.
“God, I miss you so much.” He kisses down my neck.
“Two more weeks, babe. And then I promise to ride you from the moment the sun comes up all the way until it goes back down.” I smile, tilting my head to the side and kissing his lips.
“Damn, that’s going to be some intense sex.” Gabe joins us as well, laughing. “She’ll probably break your dick, and then you’ll have a new sex restriction.”
“Don’t jinx him!” I point at Gabe. “I miss his cock just as much. I don’t think I can wait any longer than two more weeks.”
“We could just end the waiting now, christen our new home. Start up here and work our way down through every room,” Noah says, hands roaming up and down my body.God, this is torture.
I push him off while giggling. “No. Two more weeks.”
He huffs out with a pout. “Fine.”
I can’t help but smile at his reaction, then turn back to the scene before me as I sigh.
“What are you thinking about?” Gabe steps up, passing his fingers through my hair. It’s now black at the top and hot pink the rest of the way down to my waist.
“Just how much our lives have changed in just five months. I went from hating you two to not being able to live without you,” I finish with a laugh.
“I don’t think you ever really hated us.” Noah smirks.
“You’re right, I don’t think I did. And now here we are, buying our first home together. Planning a future together.” I bite my lip and look away from them, feeling the emotions rise.
“What’s bothering you? I can see there’s something going on in your mind,” Gabe asks softly.
“I just… I guess with the whole wedding planning for Emma, reality has been hitting harder than I thought.” I turn to them, wanting to make things clear.
“I don’t want you to think that I don’t love our life and what we have. I do, and I never want to change any part of it. I know at the end of the day, all that matters is that we have each other. I just hate that we’ll never be able to live that moment together, you know?”
Noah and Gabe exchange a look that I can’t decipher. They nod at each other before Noah takes out his phone and starts tapping away at it. Gabe takes my hand and brings me back inside.
“Where are we going?”
“We have somewhere to be.” He grins at me. “You’ll see.”
And one hour later, I understand exactly what we’re about to do. I stand outside the car in front of Maze’s shop and look back at the boys, to find them both smiling at me. “Are we really doing this? Gabe?”
They nod. “I think it’s time we did it. I can go through this for you.”
I wrap an arm around each of their necks and kiss their cheeks. “I love you bothso much. Thank you.”
We head inside and Maze takes me aside right away, while the boys go off with Bear. The plan is for Noah and Gabe to get a black band with an intricate design inside of it that will give it a hollow look. While mine will simply be the detailed design, making it look like I’m the missing piece to their rings.
“Hey, do you think you have time to give me another small tattoo? It’s nothing extreme, maybe five-ten minutes tops,” I ask Maze in a low voice, making sure the boys can’t hear me.
“For you, girl, I always have time. What were you thinking?”
Thirty minutes later, I walk back to the front with my two new tattoos to check on the guys. They’re both waiting around, chatting with Bear and another customer about hockey. When Noah sees me, he comes over asking to see my ring tattoo. As we planned, they match perfectly, and my heart beats harder as I look down at them.
“It’s not the only thing I got.”
He frowns, looking me up and down. “What do you mean?”
I turn my arm that is covered in ink and show him the new addition right in the center of my wrist. His eyes widen as he stares down at it, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Kitten…”
