Chapter 23 Theo
THEO
It didn’t take long to get Peyton and Dalton settled into my apartment.
They didn’t have a lot of clothes with them, leaving lots of empty space in the drawers and closet space I’d made for them.
If things worked out with the whole triad thing, we’d have to make a decision about more permanent living arrangements.
That was not something I was ready to discuss yet.
Going on a date to Sugar Beach’s newest miniature golf attraction, The Hole’s The Place, was a nice surprise.
It boasted two eighteen hole courses and a designated parking area specifically for local food trucks for hungry golfers, claiming at least two trucks available at all times.
I’d heard chatter from a couple of my favorite food truck vendors that The Hole’s The Place had reached out to all the local food trucks and struck a deal with them, providing a consistent place for the trucks to park and serve food while guaranteeing a minimum amount of traffic for their trouble or the The Hole’s The Place paid the truck directly.
It was a business model that seemed to be working for both sides.
I didn’t typically do anything physical, so I’d never played golf before. Hard to believe, considering I lived in a state that had more golf courses than beaches. I couldn’t imagine anything more boring than hitting a ball over long distances, trying to aim for the one hole on a large green field.
Miniature golf was nothing like I thought it would be though.
The miniature golf park had an old west theme that appealed to the adult inme on one course.
The other course had a cute animal theme that appealed to the kid in me.
There were a lot of happy little faces visible throughout the park as we play each hole.
I loved the obstacles. They were fun and challenging, making the day speed by even when I did lousy at more holes than I cared to count. The thing that made the day perfect was spending time with both Peyton and Dalton, learning their personalities.
Peyton approached each hole as if sinking a hole in one was his life’s goal.
He analyzed every angle before lining up his shots.
The smile that split his face when he sank his ball in the hole on the first try was amazing.
It lit up his whole face, making me want to capture the moment.
If I had my phone out, constantly taking pictures, who could blame me?
Dalton on the other hand, attacked each hole without even looking to see where the hole was.
He placed his ball on one of the three divots at the start, gave his ass a little shake as he lined up his club with the little purple ball he’d chosen, and hit it for all he was worth.
It amazed everyone when Dalton hit a hole in one more than once, even him.
As for me, I was somewhere in the middle. I didn’t know enough about the game to try and analyze each hole. There were too many unknown variables. I’m sure there was some physics involved. That was something I’d have to study before the next time.
I adjusted my stance for the seventh hole—a tricky windmill setup.
I bent down to place my green ball on the divot, and the world gave a lurch.
A wave of dizziness washed over me, the ground feeling like it was tilting dangerously to the left.
I had to close my eyes and reach out, my hand finding the rough wood of a fence post to steady myself.
“Whoa, Theo, you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I mumbled, blinking rapidly as the world righted itself. “Just… stood up too fast. Heat lag, you know?”
Peyton was there in an instant, his hands on my shoulders, his brows furrowed in concern. “You’re pale.”
“I’m okay, really,” I insisted, forcing a laugh that sounded a little breathless. But for the rest of the game, I moved a little slower, careful not to make any sudden movements.
Despite my lack of talent when it came to putting, it was the best date ever.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much fun.
Between Dalton’s easy chatter and Peyton’s encouraging words each time I closed my eyes and took a breath before each stroke I made, the warm feelings I had for both men grew more than I expected.
While I didn’t remember much about my heat and the two men I’d allowed to see me through it, the thing that stood out was how these men had made me feel accepted and cherished.
It went a long way toward soothing the nerves twisting my insides each time I wondered if I’d fallen down some rabbit hole and ended up in a twisted sort of fairytale.
Dinner included food from my favorite food truck, Jack’s Cheese Grill, parked at one of the a designated food truck spots.
It was a cheese lover’s wet dream on steroids.
One of my goals since discovering the food truck was to try every sandwich they offered.
I had yet to make it even halfway through the menu.
Jack was a devious soul who had four rotating slots on his menu for specialty sandwiches.
The treats were never posted until the day they showed up on the menu and Jack never revealed when sandwiches might make the rotation again.
With the à la carte options, the possibilities were endless.
Tonight, I chose the thick cut sourdough bread with thick cut bacon sandwiched between white cheddar and Gruyere cheeses. Jack grilled the whole thing with his signature herbed butter mixture.
Usually, the smell alone would have me salivating.
But as Jack handed the tray through the window, the scent hit me—rich, buttery, and overwhelmingly heavy.
My stomach clenched. I swallowed hard, fighting down the nausea.
My heat was barely over. It was too soon for pregnancy symptoms, but all I could think about was that broken condom.
“Looks good, huh?” Dalton asked, eagerly diving into his own grilled cheese.
“Yeah. Delicious,” I lied. I took a small bite, the familiar flavors tasting stronger than usual. I forced myself to chew and swallow, determined not to ruin the date.
The moan that escaped me as I took my first bite had both Peyton and Dalton looking at me with a fire in their eyes that took me right back to the bedroom.
They interpreted it as pleasure. I was just relieved it stayed down.
Even with my usually low libido, I looked forward to finding out how we meshed together when my heat wasn’t the driving force between the three of us.
The day was perfect. I wondered what the night might bring us. A shiver raced down my spine as my cock thickened in anticipation, though a tiny part of my brain whispered that maybe, just maybe, I should just go to sleep.