9. Merry
“I’m home—uff!”
I was barely inside the house when Jim swept me off my feet. Laughing, I released my carry-on and wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed like we hadn’t seen each other three days ago. The way he backed me up against the wall and plunged his tongue into my mouth bordered on desperation, and I wasn’t laughing anymore. I slipped my fingers into his hair, gripping the strands and moaning into his mouth.
“You missed me that much?”
“Damn sure I did.” He lowered me to the ground and grabbed the waistband of the leggings I’d changed into back at the airport. He peeled them down my thighs and left them hanging around my knees, along with my underwear. Turning, I spread my legs for him. Without hesitation, he was on his knees, lapping at my juices.
His lips were ardent, hungry. He kissed a path up my thigh tantalizingly slowly, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. His hands cupped my hips, anchoring me as he worshipped with his mouth. I clutched the wall for support, biting into my lower lip to repress the grunts that threatened to spill out of my throat.
Low, primal growls emanated from him as he kept at his task, his tongue working its magic. I was close, dangerously close, and he knew it too. After one final twirl of his tongue, I exploded into a thousand fragments.
He was up in an instant, wrapping his arms around my waist, keeping me upright as aftershocks ran through my body. “I missed you,” he murmured.
I relaxed against him. “I missed you too.”
“Maybe we should go,” a voice whispered from behind us.
“Isn’t it too late now?”
“They don’t know we’re here yet. Let’s just go.”
“But Merry told us to come over as soon as he arrived.”
Jim laughed, his chest shaking against me.
“I think they know we’re here,” Brandt said.
“Yes, we do.” I unwound myself from Jim, pulled my leggings up, and turned to them. Jim wasn’t the only one I’d missed these past three days. When had our neighbors become so important to me? “I would apologize for the indecent exposure, but something tells me you enjoyed the show.”
“Guilty.” Grinning, they came in and smothered me with hugs and kisses on my cheeks.
“I heard you all had yourself quite the time yesterday,” I said.
“We did,” Brandt said. “I hope you don’t mind what we did without you.”
“Why would I?” I wrapped an arm around Jim. “I’m glad he had you two while I was away, so I didn’t have to feel as guilty as I usually do for leaving him alone.”
“Darling, I know it’s your work. I don’t mind being alone for a few days.”
“I know you think that means it’s all okay, but it shows me what an incredible man you are, and I feel even more guilty. I don’t deserve you, but I’m glad you chose me.”
We bumped foreheads and smiled at each other in an intimate moment we rarely shared with others. Until Cairo and Brandt.
“Maybe we should come back?” Cairo asked.
“Not at all. You’re a part of our family now.” My heart skipped a beat. We’d referred to them as our close friends but never family. Would they reject us?
Brandt smiled. “Okay, but we made dinner and wanted to invite you both, so if you want to come over?—”
“Oh god, yes, I haven’t had a proper meal in days. Why don’t you three go ahead without me? I’ll freshen up, change, and then head over.”
“All right.”
When the three left, I walked to our bedroom and took a quick shower. This evening was special. After talking about it last night, Jim and I planned to break it to Brandt and Cairo that we would discontinue our surrogacy with them. We wanted to make this relationship work with them—if they wanted the same things we did.
Please make them want it too.
But I suspected we were going to have a long discussion ahead of us. If I thought too much about it, I might change my mind, so I had asked them to come over once I returned home. The biggest hurdle we might face was how they would react to us still wanting to do our surrogate partner therapy with others and our orgies.
Were they willing to share us that way? We hadn’t been with others since we started sleeping with them, so we had no idea.
Dressed in a cropped tank top and my favorite hot pink velour pants, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge. We rarely drank, and the bottle would remain closed until we’d talked, but I had high hopes we would have something to celebrate tonight.