Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DANIEL
“Get your weenus off me.”
A n elbow nudges mine, jolting me awake.
“Get your weenus off me.”
“My what ?” My eyes snap open. Dusk takes the afternoon light outside as I turn my head on the pillow.
“Your weenus.” Redix lies beside me. He’s on his back, grinning, his knee nudging mine, too, but the cheeky fucker won’t open his eyes.
The six of us reunited for an afternoon nap before the big night. We’ve had five minutes of silence, of attempted sleep, and now this.
“What in the bloody hell is my weenus?”
He doesn’t answer.
Now I’m intrigued.
“Do you mean penis ?”
“No. You can rub that on me all day. But not your weenus.”
I glance down.
I’m naked. So is he. We all are. And yes, I’m half-hard, but he’s guilty, too. That’s the constant state of our cocks when we’re in bed together and when my nude wife is by my side, the white bed sheet twisting over our feet. It’s the perfect temperature with the cool air and our warm bodies. No covers needed.
It’s quite a sensual sight, actually—our six nude bodies in a cozy, tangled row.
“My weenus?” So, I’m confused. “Is that some Yank slang for my cock since I’m not circumcised?”
Redix chuckles. “Hell, no. It’s hot, you’re uncut. It’s natural. And it makes your tip so damn sensitive.”
“I’m jealous,” Silas mumbles from his edge of the bed. “I wish my dick was that sensitive.”
“Your dick is perfect,” Eily, wrapped in Silas’s arms, assures him. “So is yours, Daniel. All dicks are perfect. Whether they look like resting weiners wearing flesh helmets or tube socks hiding a big snake.”
“Well, then…” I stare down at it. Under my scrutiny, it salutes like a good soldier. “What’s wrong with my weenus?”
“Oh my god.” Cade, on the other side of Redix, sighs, “Nothing is wrong with your penis, Daniel. It’s natural and super thick, and thank god, you know how to use it. We all love it. He’s just giving you shit. A weenus is the skin over your elbow. You know, that saggy, loose part when you stiffen your arm.”
“Ah, then.” I elbow Redix, who lazily laughs. “Take my stiff weenus in your ribs again, you bloody bastard.”
Silas mutters, “Speaking of cheeks and stiff arms.”
“You had your chance.” Redix yawns. “You should’ve played with us in Luca’s tent.”
“By the sound and sight of it,” I say, “no one was playing. That was serious fucking. ”
Cade chuckles. “Seriously.”
Eily giggles, whispering to Cade, “How was Zar?”
“Oh my god,” Cade starts to answer her. “It was so good; I felt possessed. He does this thing with his tip and?—”
“Y’all, hush.” Redix sounds cheesed off. “Come on. We need a nap before tonight.”
We agree. We fall silent. Charlie twitches, falling asleep next to my chest. I wrap my arm tighter around her and close my eyes, but Silas mumbles, “I got a boner.”
I chuckle. I can’t help it.
Redix mumbles, “You’ll have to wait till tonight.”
“Yeah, save your love liquor for me.”
“Climb on, baby girl,” Silas answers Eily, “and I’ll give you a big shot right now.”
“No fucking, y’all.” Redix barks, “Sleep.”
He can be the kindest man. He’ll give his life for anyone. But not his sleep. I get it. He has two little ones at home. Lots of sleep or sex? Either feels like a vacation to a new parent. And if you get both?
Well, that’s fucking nirvana.
With a sigh, I close my eyes again.
Sleep is about to claim me, then…
“Speaking of love liquor.” Redix elbows me. “Did you give Beau a shot of yours today?”
“I thought you needed a kip.”
“A what?”
“A nap.”
“I’m trying,” he says. “But Cyclops over there with his love butter has me thinking about yours and wondering if you finally gave Beau a taste.”
Eily sighs, “God, y’all. Could you imagine if cum tasted like butter? I’d be toast every day. ”
Silas laughs. Cade and Charlie do, too, but I’m curious.
No … I’m worried.
Something in his tone.
I turn to Redix, giving him my weenus in the ribs again. “Mate, are you jealous?”
Redix opens his eyes, turning to me.
I know him. I love him. I’d never hurt him. Charlie’s my world. My partners are my priority.
I search his ocean eyes for the truth like I’ve learned to do so well, in character or real life.
I never knew I could love this many, this much. But when you do. When you choose to devote yourself to your wife and kids. To dedicate your life to your partners, too. To do everything in your power for your shared happiness. You fight for it. You sacrifice for it.
Softly, he answers, “Nah, I’m not jealous.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “We haven’t done anything yet. And if you’re not okay with me being with Beau and Colton tonight, then?—”
“Oh, he’s more than okay with it,” Silas chimes in. “We both are. But he’s lying. He is jealous—jealous that Beau and Colton want you and not us, too.”
“Is that it?” I ask Redix. “Are you sure? I mean … I want them, but I don’t need them. Not like I need you.”
“I’m fine.”
I stare at Redix. At his dark hair, licked by sunshine, spilling over his pillow. At his granite, scruffy jaw. Every angle on his perfect face is chiseled; it’s hard, but not his tender eyes.
“I mean it. Cyclops is right. I’m not jealous of you being with them. I’m jealous we’re not joining you.”
“Then I won’t do it. ”
“Do it,” he says. “I want you to. I mean, I was with Zar today, and so was Cade. It’s only fair.”
“That’s not how we work.” I search for his hand, resting on the bed beside mine. “Love isn’t about what’s fair. It’s about what we feel. Some partners make us jealous, and some don’t. We have to honour that and be honest about it.”
“I’d be jealous of Charlie with Scarlett.” Cade pops her head up, resting it on Redix’s chest so she can tell me, “Don’t ask me why. It’s not rational. I just know I would be. I think it’s hot when she’s with Blair or Stacey. But not Scarlett.”
“I don’t want Scarlett,” Charlie mutters beside me. “No offense. She’s fucking gorgeous, but we’re not attracted to each other like that. I love her like a friend, not a partner.”
“But what if you change? What if you want her one day?” Cade asks.
Charlie shifts to mirror Cade. She rests her head on my chest, answering her, “I’d never hurt you. I’d never make you jealous. I love us. No orgasm is worth messing us up.”
“I’d get jealous of Luca fucking any of us.” Eily sits up, adding to our chat, her hand lingering over Silas’s abs. “So please, don’t.”
Redix answers, “Fun size, you don’t have to worry. Luca only fucks his wife and Zar. Everyone else, he dominates with pleasure, not his prick.”
“Yeah,” she moves, rising to straddle Silas so she can cast her stare over the five of us. “But that’s what I mean. We all have our primaries, then our partners. But sometimes we open up. Like what Stacey and her husbands did with Charlie, and that was so hot. Or like what y’all did with Zar today.
“But can’t you just sense which lines we shouldn’t cross? Like Luca?” She tells Redix, “You guys are so close. You have this sensual bond, but it’s not sexual. It would mess things up if you cross it.”
“I agree.” Redix gets serious. “I can’t lose Luca as a friend. I know he has complicated feelings about who he’s with, and I know why. And I love him. I’d never risk regrets between us.”
“So,” I ask him, “would you regret me being with Beau and Colton? Be honest. I’ll never risk us either. Remember, we’re raising our families together. We’re going to live here together.”
“What?” Eily blurts. She looks at Silas. Then back at us. Then back at him. “Is this a trick or treat?”
“Y’all,” Silas drawls, flopping his arm over his eyes. “That was supposed to be a surprise.”
“Bloody hell,” I wince, “tell a mate then. Sorry.”
“Wait.” Charlie perks up like Eily.
Matching her on Silas, she crawls on top of me, her palms grabbing my pecs, her stare not believing me, either.
“You want to move here with the kids?” she asks. “You’re finally willing to do it? For the whole world to find out about us? Because they will. You and Redix have millions of obsessed fans. They’ll find out.”
“Y’all, it’s kinda perfect,” Cade adds, climbing on top of Redix.
It’s like we’re stallions, and our women are ready to ride us, Paul Revere style, telling the world the news about our polycule.
“The six are coming! The six are coming!”
“The timing is smart.” Cade tells Redix, “You and Daniel can wrap your show this season. Then, you won’t have to worry about pissing off the studio or risking the press hounding the cast and crew about us. Production will wrap, then we’ll release a statement and weather the storm. Before that, we can secure the island. We can be ready for them.”
Charlie nods. She’s already imagining how she’d lock down Indigo Island like a fort.
Our children, our families would be safe here.
“Please don’t be teasing me.” Eily reaches for Cade’s hand, her other resting on Silas’s heart. “I know I joke around, but not about this. Not about us . Are we serious? Will we really do this? All six of us and your kids on this island? Like we’ll grow old together? Because I’m already buying more rocking chairs in my mind.”
Silas reaches up, caressing her cheek. “Their kids and ours, too. You gotta believe, baby girl. Don’t give up on us.”
“But,” she stalls, blinking back sudden tears, “it hasn’t happened yet, and we’ve been trying for months. Something must be wrong with me. Maybe I’m too small or something.”
“You’re not too anything but too beautiful.” Silas cups her face. “It’s probably me. I got so damn lucky finding you; I gotta earn the rest of our dream together. I gotta work for our future because you fell into my yesterday like an angel.”
“Dayum,” Redix sighs. “Y’all are too damn cute.”
“It’ll work out.” Gently, Charlie assures them. “Eily, your mom is smaller than you and had you and your sisters. And Silas is too damn in love with you to ever give up. One way or another, you’ll have a family. And apparently, we’ll be joining you. We’ll make a big family together.”
Charlie leans down, kissing me. I’ve surprised her, I know. But it’s what she wants, and now I can’t imagine our lives any other way.
“What will we call ourselves?” Cade wonders. “I mean, like, how do we explain our love to our kids? ”
“That’s what I wonder,” I confess, shifting my hips under Charlie. “What do we name our love?”
There aren’t rules for our family because we break so many. Which is a load of bollocks because why are there rules against this?
It’s love.
It’s just love between more than two.
We’re more than one family.
We’re three families who found this family together.
“Well, we aren’t their aunts and uncles because we fuck.” I adore her. Filters escape Eily, but she’s right. “I mean,” she says, “we’ll share a bed like this sometimes. Right? Please tell me we will. If Silas and I have kids, too, I don’t want to hide us from them. I don’t want to act ashamed because I’m not. I want our children to be raised surrounded by love.”
“Sometimes we can sleep like this.” Redix jokes, “But Silas snores too much, and Daniel’s weenus pokes me all night. We’ll need our own houses and beds to get some damn sleep. Evidence: today.”
“Shut up,” Silas huffs. “You’re the one who kicks like David Beckham in your sleep.”
“Uh, yeah, and like him, I bend it when I score with y’all every morning, too.”
Redix makes us laugh, but I can see it.
I can see our three homes here. We’ll have our bedrooms with our wives and our busy, daily lives with kids, school, and work and all.
But I can see us sharing weekends.
I can see us and our pile of kids watching Friday night movies together, popcorn everywhere.
I can see us putting them to sleep in a room of bunk beds and stuffed animals before we crawl into our big bed together, quietly sharing a night.
I can see one of our kids sneaking into our shared bedroom Saturday morning, poking an eyelid, wanting pancakes.
I can see afternoons spent on the water, teaching them to fish and ski, and I can see us gathered around a huge table for Charlie’s famous Lowcountry boil every Saturday night.
I can see the headlines, the posts, the viral torture we’ll get, too.
The Sinful Six.
The Salacious Six.
I can imagine the horrible shit some will say.
But I can see every Sunday morning, drinking coffee in our row of rocking chairs on the covered porch, watching the sunrise. The six of us, with some hands held, will share laughs while our kids run around. We’ll hang tire swings from the live oak.
The world will judge. They’ll give us hell, but we won’t care.
Because it will be our little slice of heaven.
“I can’t sleep now!” Eily bounces on Silas. “I’m too excited. Are we thinking coastal chic or modern beach for your homes?”
“Don’t know,” Charlie answers. “But I think we should connect our homes with raised porches.”
“Yeah,” Cade adds, “we can grow jasmine vines from them and?—”
“Come on, y’all.” Redix groans, almost begging, “This ain’t the Magnolia home show. Just ten minutes. Let’s nap for just ten damn minutes.”
Cade falls on his chest, letting him wrap around her .
Silas pulls Eily into a hug, and I look up, cupping Charlie’s cheek.
Silently, she kisses my palm. Tenderly, she twists to lie beside me. Taking my hand, she wedges her body against mine, her warm back to my chest. Slowly, she guides my fingers down between her thighs.
We’re too in love. We’re too good together. We’re too aligned, our souls matching. I know how to do this as I quietly slip inside her. I know how to share the same dreams with her, too.