Chapter 8
8
Duke
"He's here!" Stellan cries from the front window.
You'd think he was a kid who'd spotted Santa coming down the chimney, but no, he's just excited that it's Friday and Bailey is back for the weekend.
"Try to have some chi?—"
He's out the door before I can finish.
But how can I be mad? Stellan's just being Stellan in the same way that Bailey was just being Bailey when we made love for the first time. That was three weeks ago, and we've made love every weekend since. But that first time will always be extra special because we had the privilege of seeing Bailey being truly free for the first time in his life.
"Here he is," Stellan declares, his smile stretching ear to ear as Bailey leaps across the living room and into my arms.
I pull him in for an open-mouth kiss, loving how his cologne mixes with the scent of Stellan, who was kissing him only seconds ago as they put on their weekly make-out show for our neighbors.
"How was the drive?" I ask.
"Not too bad. But work. Ugh." His shoulders sag. "Ever since my boss changed our weekly team meeting to Friday, it's become my least favorite day of the week."
"The man should be killed for ruining Friday," Stellan says, frowning.
Thankfully, he and I have been discussing an idea that will hopefully be a win-win-win and will make our baby not hate work anymore.
But first, we have more important matters to attend to.
As if reading my mind, Stellan strides over to join us, and Bailey drops his hands to the bulges already pushing against our shorts. "I hope you've been saving your loads for me," our sexy cumslut murmurs.
"Haven't blown all week, as requested, sir." Stellan grins, giving a mock salute.
Bailey's hazel eyes travel over to me.
"Same here. I like saving it all up for you."
He slides his hand up my chest, lifts onto his toes, and whispers into my ear loud enough that Stellan can hear, "Is it because I look so good covered in it?"
"It sure is, baby. Now let's get you upstairs so we can give you what you want."
* * *
Two hours later, and half a dozen loads lighter, we're sitting on the back porch, munching down on the pizza Stellan ordered. I don't know if it's because I just came twice—once all over Bailey's sexy face, once deep inside him with Stellan—but all I hear is gibberish, even though it's Bailey's third attempt to get me to understand this crazy game.
"Wait, so I’m collecting cards to make melds, and I can lay them down once I have a minimum score?" Stellan asks, and I know my brain is seriously zonked when even he is picking this up better than I am.
"Correct," Bailey answers. "You can use wild cards, but don't use them too much or you'll lose points."
Stellan nods. "Makes sense."
"Does it, though?" I groan. "I'm confused as fuck. Sorry, guys. I might sit this one out and just enjoy the view."
Stellan snickers. "Why do I have a feeling you're not talking about the lake."
"Because I'm not." I drop my cards onto the table. "I've got two extremely sexy men sitting in front of me. Who the hell cares about some dumb lake?"
They both chuckle, and there really is nothing better in the world than making the men I love happy.
Yes, love .
I know it's still early in our relationship, but despite our rushed start, we've fallen into a nice weekly routine, spending our weekends together hiking, out on the lake, or fucking each other's brains out.
He complements us perfectly, but more than that, he brings out an entirely new dynamic. And now Stellan and I are finding ourselves shifting into the new reality taking shape as the three of us form it together. The unexpected thing is it's made my already big love for Stellan grow even more.
But there is one problem, though—Bailey not being here five days out of seven. Luckily, Stellan and I have been working on an idea to remedy that.
An idea we intend on proposing to Bailey tonight.