Ryan refused to change his will. He says the lake house is ours. That it belongs to the three of us. His father agreed.
And asked to have lunch with us.
Ryan says it’s the first time his father has asked to meet his boyfriend or girlfriend. Of course he also says he never had any serious relationship before us.
Cue instant blushing.
I swear, someday I’ll get blisters from it, but aww. We are the first ever serious relationship he’s ever had. Isn’t that so sweet? It’s the first serious one for me, too, and for Riddick as well.
And Ryan’s father seems nice. A bit stern but kind, and so supportive of his son. So concerned about him. We walked into Ryan’s room more than once to find his father holding his hand and talking to him during those scary days when Ryan was so sick he was incoherent.
Not to forget, he never batted an eye at our relationship with Ryan, and he’s a military man. In those circles, it’s not always easy to keep an open mind.
So sure, we’ll go have lunch with Ryan and his dad.
But for now, we’re heading out to the lake house for the weekend, Riddick driving, to spend some time together. We have settled Ryan in the passenger seat, and I’m absently stroking his silky hair as we head out of town, thinking of how far we’ve come in so little time.
Our last time at the lake house brought on the first big change, moving our relationship a level up, making us realize how much we desire, and how much we care for one another.
Then came Ryan’s surgery, and that sealed the deal. It takes a good scare like that to make you realize how much a person means to you. How much he means to us.
And knowing he’s going to live, he can’t hide anymore how much he cares about us.
Every time I think of that, I’m reduced to tears—about how he was so sure he was going to die young—so I stare resolutely ahead at the road, not looking at either of my boyfriends.
Which they are. Officially. I asked them.
They said yes at the same time. They act so much like twins sometimes it’s scary.
Okay, I’m lying, it’s not really scary. I know now what scared feels like. This synchronicity they have is just amusing.
And cute.
And sexy.
Oh God, I can’t wait to reach the lake house. Can’t wait to lie in front of the fire in their arms. And I can’t wait to have more sex with them, with them both burying their cocks inside me at the same time, but for that we have to wait until Ryan recovers completely.
But hey, that doesn’t mean we can’t play other games.
What can I say? I’m horny when I think of them, when I talk to them, when I’m near them.
They say once you discover sex you never go back, but I think it’s more than that. It’s them, R&R. They changed my world, they changed me. It’s not sex I crave—it’s sex with them. I just can’t get enough of them, and between Riddick’s back problems and Ryan’s hospital stay, we haven’t done more than hold hands and share quick kisses in the past couple of weeks.
Only their sexy scent, the warmth of their bodies with me in the car is enough to make my pussy throb, my nipples harden and my mouth go dry with desire.
The doctor told us touching, skin to skin, is good for Ryan’s heart. It regulates his pressure and lessens stress.
I’m only trying to keep him healthy. He won’t have to lift a finger.
Riddick and I will take good care of him…
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At the lake house we light the fire and roast marshmallows, leaning back on those huge cushions Ryan has lying about for that purpose. We’re tangled in each other’s arms, feeding each other the gooey sugary goodness, basking in being together.
Being alive.
Ryan and Riddick never asked me again about my past, the sickness that almost took my life as a child, but I know they talked to Candy because she told me.