Angling around, I kiss Caz, sliding my tongue between his lush lips, letting him taste himself. His mouth is quickly replaced with his cock, and I alternate between the lovers, taking turns sucking them both, bringing them to the brink.
I come with Saint and Galen, and then we switch out. The cousins take seats by the window, smoking a joint as they watch us reposition ourselves. I lie beside Theo, running my hands up and down his lean body as Caz slides inside his ass. I watch, transfixed as he fucks my husband, and my hips grind against Theo’s side of their own accord. “You two are so freaking hot together. I fucking love it.” Theo grabs the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth to his as my fingers curl around his length. I stroke his hard length while Caz fucks his ass, and then I situate myself on top of Theo, and he holds my hips as I maneuver his dick into my pussy.
Heat rolls off Caz as he presses against my back, fucking Theo’s ass while I ride Theo’s cock. Sounds of skin slapping echo around the room along with mutual pants and groans.
Man, I love sex.
I would spend twenty-four-seven naked, on my back, fucking my guys over and over, if I could get away with it.
“Thank fuck for yoga,” I pant, as my leg and thigh muscles strain with the effort involved in fucking Theo like this.
“Let’s move,” Theo says, always thinking about my comfort.
I lie flat on my back while Theo hovers over me, slowly working his condom-covered dick inside me. Leaning down, he kisses me while jutting his butt up so Caz can glide into his puckered hole. We fuck with practiced ease, like lovers who have done this time and time again, while the two cousins get stoned in their chairs, watching us get our rocks off.
We spend the rest of the afternoon in the bedroom, only moving into the living area when hunger gets the better of all of us. After showering, we lie draped around one another on the couches, sipping drinks while we wait for our takeout to arrive.
Galen is flicking channels on the TV, trying to find something worth watching.
“Wait!” Theo exclaims, bolting upright. “Go back to that sports channel.”
“It’s the Chicago Bears,” Caz confirms, leaning his elbows on his knees.
“And there’s their star quarterback,” Saint adds.
I smile at the screen when Sean’s handsome face appears. We have followed his career over the years, and we try to catch most of his games on TV. Sariah would be so proud of him. While he and Emmett both played ball in college, Sean is the only one who went on to the NFL. He was a third-round draft pick for the Bears, and he’s lived in Chicago ever since. He got married last year to Lainey. She’s a widow with three small kids. Her first husband was in the military and he lost his life in Afghanistan when she was pregnant with their youngest child.
Sean didn’t date for years, throwing himself into his college studies and football, and I worried about him a lot, so I was thrilled when he met Lainey and even more thrilled a year later when he told me they were getting married.
She’s very different from Sariah, not that it’s a bad thing. She’s a few years older than us, and she runs her own psychiatrist practice. I have enormous respect for her. I can’t even imagine how hard it must have been to raise kids alone while studying and working. I’m not terribly close to her, but we get along fine when we do meet. Which isn’t often, but I make it a point to keep in contact with Sean by phone, and we speak a few times a year. He’s my last link to Sariah, and I never want to lose touch.
I lost touch with Emmett years ago, and I know Sean rarely hears from him anymore. It’s hard to keep in contact with everyone when we are all spread out and everyone leads busy lives. All I know is Emmett is happy living in Texas with his wife and two kids and he has a successful electrical engineering career.
We watch the game, rooting for our friend, while we dig into our Thai food and enjoy a few beers. When the doorbell chimes a short while later, I get up, taking the box with the cake into the kitchen. Theo helps me light the candles, and we all sing happy birthday to Saint. “Make a wish, Saintly,” I say, holding the cake out in front of him.
“I already have, queenie.” He holds my gaze as he blows out the candles in one go.
No one needs to ask him what he wished for because we already know.
Epilogue
Harlow
Six months later
MY HANDS SHAKE as I park the car at the curb, killing the engine before taking a moment to compose myself. My heart is beating frantically behind my rib cage, and hope bubbles underneath the surface of my skin. I pray I haven’t made a mistake coming here, because I never want to hurt Saint, but I have a good feeling about it, and I don’t want to do this without him.
Forcing my nerves aside, I climb out of my SUV, locking it with the key fob as I walk toward the entrance to the garage.
“What’s wrong?” Saint asks the second he sees me. “Did Bishop get into trouble at school again?”
I shake my head as I stride toward the reception desk. “Not that I’m aware of, and I’m sure Galen would’ve called me if there was an issue.”
Bishop started elementary school last year, and it’s been eventful, to say the least. He has a higher than normal level of intelligence for his age, and he isn’t fitting in easily. He has one best friend, Hayes, but he regularly gets into arguments with a couple of the other boys in his class, and it has caused some friction. We’ve been called in a few times to meet with his teacher and the principal, and we’re not convinced the private school we enrolled him in is the right fit.
Bishop takes it all in stride, and it doesn’t seem to upset him, but we can’t help worrying. We have considered moving him, but he doesn’t want to go to a new school because he is best buds with Hayes and he doesn’t want to be separated from him. Also, Luna will be joining him in August, and he wants to go to the same school as his sister so he can look out for her. His words, not mine.
“Is it Rora?” Saint asks, stepping out from behind the desk to greet me. He kisses me softly before bundling me up in his arms.
“Nope. She’s home with Galen this week. Remember?” Rora started preschool in September, and there have been some issues there too although she seems to have settled down recently. They are on a break this week, and Galen is enjoying having her and Luna around more than usual.
“Okay. I’m obviously way off track,” he murmurs into my hair.
“Can’t a wife just drop by her husband’s garage without there being a reason?” I ask even though there is a reason I’m here, but I really should drop by more often. We could do lunch after my shift at the center some days.
“Of course, you can. I’m just surprised to see you, but it’s not unwelcome. I haven’t eaten yet,” he adds, winding his fingers through my lavender hair. “Let me take you out for lunch.”
“That sounds wonderful. But we need to do something first.”
He arches a brow, and I swallow over the anxious lump in my throat as I thrust the small paper bag into his hand. He opens it, sucking in a gasp as he removes the pregnancy test.
“There is a reason,” he whispers, sounding like he’s in a daze. When he lifts his head, there are tears in his eyes. “Do you really think you—”