Epilogue #2
But now all Benson could think about was the possibility of the three of them buying a place and moving in together as one unit.
Already, he saw Eden’s eyes lighting up at the idea of having her own space again, never mind having Liam with them.
We’re a single romantic unit, after all.
Their little collective was closed off to other boyfriends and girlfriends, but they had gotten into trouble with some fun people over the months.
Nothing that scandalized even the likes of Benson, but…
We could actually be a family again.
He thought that while looking at Liam. Liam was the one bringing this up.
Liam was the one doing the footwork to find them a place that suited their needs.
Four-bedroom places were not easy to come by in their city.
Most of the luxury condos on the market were two-bedrooms like Benson’s, with the occasional three-bedroom to accommodate a child and a home office.
We could work with a three-bedroom… But four was even better.
The can of worms was opened, and Benson decided he needed an even longer walk to think about it, so he would have his thoughts formulated by the time they talked it over at dinner that night.
He offered to go get those shaved ices, but since the cabana rental time was coming to an end and Liam and Eden would be heading back to the cabin, they told him not to worry about it and began packing up their books and bags while Benson wandered off.
He forgot to reclaim his confiscated phone from Eden, but still had his cabin keys and wallet. It was enough.
Both of his lovers were dots on the horizon by the time Benson turned around to look. By then, he was close to the touristy attractions that claimed a man’s money and time. He ignored both but enjoyed the distraction from the thoughts percolating in his head.
We could have a place of our own. He pretended to peruse the local wares of a saleswoman, but wasn’t seriously thinking about buying anything.
No more Liam feeling left out. No more Eden feeling like she doesn't have her own space.
And even Benson found it rather difficult to adjust to living with a woman again.
But it required a lot of change, something he was not accustomed to or sought out.
He would have to decide what to do about his current place.
Drew would probably “crash out” again, as Eden had called the last fight between the three of them.
There was no guarantee that the place Liam had his eyes on would actually be available.
The more I think about it, the more into it I’ll probably be.
He also needed to think about his own conundrum. The one on his mind before Liam brought up getting a four-bedroom together.
Benson stood before another collection of local vendors selling prints, pottery, jewelry, and clothes.
Among everything here, there had to be something he could buy Drew.
He always got his daughter a souvenir when he traveled abroad, and this trip should be no different.
But as his daughter got older, the more expensive and exclusive her tastes became.
Gone were the days of a novel toy, a pretty dress, some colorful jewelry, or a deck of hand-drawn playing cards.
I know she keeps most of that stuff around, but I should think critically about this.
He wanted to get Drew something that she would genuinely enjoy.
Maybe a hair clip made of shells. Some beautiful ombre skirts with beaded fringe were aligned with Drew’s summery tastes, but he couldn’t remember her size for the life of him and didn’t want to offend a girl about to turn twenty-one.
Aw, fuck it. He’d probably buy her a small bottle of local rum. She was about to turn twenty-one, after all.
But Benson wanted Eden and Liam to be a part of the decision, because then Benson could say it came from all of them. If I’m a family with them, then Drew is also part of that family. Dads got their daughters presents all the time, but did they get presents from a throuple?
Why am I thinking of it like that…
All right. He knew how to ask his questions – both about the souvenir and the future living situations.
He also knew that Eden had some job leads that she wanted to talk to them about.
Something about one of the local clubs reaching out to hire her as a marketing model.
I only know because I’ve seen some literature lying around our bedroom.
It was lingerie and pool modeling. Explicitly sexy without being explicit.
Something that Eden would be profoundly good at.
And must have been interested in, if she hadn’t thrown the information out yet.
Because while Benson was grateful his girlfriend was currently content with relying on her boyfriends while most of her Butterfly funds went into investments and savings, she needed a certain kind of attention.
She needed a part-time job to keep her interest in everyday life.
She was not the traditional homemaker who cooked and kept a home for her boyfriend(s.) She could do those things, but Eden thrived outside the home.
And after a lot of conversations, the three of them narrowed down her interests in making the most of being young and sexy without violating the terms of their relationship.
I mean, I could handle living with a sexy model.
Benson smirked at the thought of men all over the region lusting after his girl because of a hot billboard or flyer insert at a BDSM conference.
After all, she was a natural flirt who knew how to use her looks to have fun.
She claimed to have discovered that at La Mariposa. Benson knew the role he played in that.
Everything came full circle.
He eventually made it back to the cabin by the beach.
It was part of the global resort both he and Liam had points with, having come together with their other girlfriends before, but they cashed in enough points to get the most private space.
Even the Jacuzzi looking over the sunset was blocked from prying eyes.
Which was good, because Eden loved going topless in the humid tropical weather.
Benson helped himself through the front door. He had barely removed his wet and dirty sandals in the entryway when he caught sight of Eden leaning against the wall between the living area and the kitchen.
“Oh!” There she was, her bikini straps falling down her arms and her breasts hanging on to coverage for dear life. She was flushed, hair down, and skin sweaty, and it took Benson another second to realize that Liam was kneeling on the floor, his whole upper half ducked beneath her sarong. “Hi.”
She let out a whine of pleasure as Liam apparently went to town on her pussy. Benson didn’t ask questions. He tossed his wallet and keys on the credenza in the hallway before approaching, hands on his hips.
“And how long has this been going on?”
He leaned up against the wall next to her, his eyes glued to her full, swollen lips that had been kissed half to death… and the way she subtly moved up and down the wall to meet Liam’s movements between her legs.
“Not too long,” she innocently said between teasing whimpers.
“You’re getting started without me.”
“We couldn’t wait.” Eden’s eyes rolled back as she shuddered, laughter soon spilling from her swollen lips. “Think of it as us getting it out of our system before the big grown-up talks later.”
He glanced down. Despite not being able to see Liam’s head, he knew what it was doing, and he was into it. “Whose idea was this?”
She shrugged, still giggling.
You pervs. He thought that with love before coming for a kiss on those pretty pink lips. It took about two more seconds before he finished the job on the bikini top and palmed one of her breasts.
“Someone’s getting into it!”
At first, Benson thought that was his girlfriend opening the front of his drawstring pants to grab his hardening cock, but she had put both of her hands above her head and squealed in orgasmic delight. You cheeky bastard. It was Liam. Benson wouldn’t say no to a little three-way fun.
“You’re a riot,” Benson muttered on Eden’s cheek. Liam’s head came out from beneath her sarong, but he wasn’t in a hurry to get up. His oral fixation transferred elsewhere, instead. “Just wait until we’re done with you. Dinner will be your break tonight.”
“You promise?”
“When has either one of us ever broken that promise?” Benson gritted his teeth through his cock springing to life in someone else’s mouth. “Honestly, bringing you to a tropical island guarantees we want you more than anything else.”
“Where it all began,” she sweetly said.
As they kissed, Benson’s hand in Liam’s hair while Eden pushed her breasts up to her boyfriend’s waiting mouth, all he could think was that this was exactly what he wanted. Love, family… and a fuck-ton of naughty imagination.
It really was just like La Mariposa. He and Liam, the original love of his life, found the only woman who could completely handle what they were about – hell, she reveled in it.
There was a big difference between hooking up with a beautiful Butterfly back then and what they did now, though.
She’s ours.
Benson was about to make sure of that. Because this possessiveness went three beautiful ways, and not only did he want to leave his mark on both of them…
But they would leave their marks on him. The whole world would know.
We belong to each other. Reunited until the end.
THE END
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