On the other side of the room, Broderick flashed me a smile.
“Norway,” Xiomara muttered. “Unfuckingbelievable.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing, Weston,” she said. A certain part of her had given up. “I’ll see you back here… well… apparently whenever.”
I smiled back at her sweetly. “Whenever sounds absolutely wonderful.”
Before she could say anything else, I pushed the END button.
My eyes blinked open and I was staring at Damien. The light of the candles had grown a little dimmer, but not much.
“So…” said Damien. “Were you serious? You’re really gonna stick around for a while?”
I was lying between them, their warm naked bodies pressed up against mine. Apparently we’d dozed off, and for a little while too. Not long ago I’d taken care of them once already. Each in turn, and also together.
As for me… I’d been sated numerous times.
“Why not?” I shrugged. “After all, you’ve claimed me, haven’t you?”
Broderick slipped a sleepy arm around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. His cock was still sticky and warm pressed up against my naked ass.
“We sure have.”
I took a deep breath. Let it out slowly.
“And if I’m claimed,” I went on, half-teasingly, “aren’t there certain unbreakable bonds formed between the three of us?”
“Yes,” said Broderick. “Bonds that grow stronger every day.”
I nodded. “It also occurs to me,” I said, “you guys still don’t have a place to live.” I poked Damien. “Unless you call that rat-trap apartment you brought me back to an actual home.”
“The shitty one?” Damien joked. “With milk all over the floor?”
“That’s the one.”
A pair of lips touched mine, and I closed my eyes and kissed. I had two men. Two lovers. Two people I very much cared about, and was in deeply in love with. I’d go anywhere they wanted, really. Anywhere at all.
“Maybe it would be good to just travel for a while,” Broderick said, kissing my shoulder. “Like you said.”
Damien kissed me harder, and with greater longing. Traveling was right up his alley. Especially if we picked a country that bordered the sea.
“You could always come back and see America,” I called over my shoulder.
Damien’s eyes lit up. “And California!” he smiled.
“Sure… or anywhere, really.”
I reached out and grabbed them by their manhoods, closing one hand gently around each.
“Wouldn’t matter to me,” I sighed. “As long as you’ll come with me.”
They snuggled in.
“To protect me.”
Damien’s eyes bored into mine. His gaze was deep, loving, perfect. Broderick’s arms, like two steel cables wrapped around me.