Could Moira pull that off? Could she love enough to fill both of us up? She is full of love, so maybe.
But maybe not.
Fuck, I hate the stakes here. Either I bet eve
rything and try to keep them both, or I let one of them go and just keep the other. I don’t have to open this door. I can buy out Griff’s side of our businesses and send him out into the world with money and no ties. Maybe he can find his own Moira.
Would it even hold the same appeal, though? I think a large part of why he wants Moira is because she belongs to me. It’s the sharing that he feels entitled to, that he wants to be a part of. Griff and I were always a family, and now Moira is my family—he just wants to be included.
I think I could do it. For Griff, I think I could do it.
I’m no prude, beside the fucking point. Maybe it would be hot to watch Griff with Moira. Two people I love giving one another pleasure. Maybe it won’t be painful. Just because Moira is sharing her love with him doesn’t necessarily mean she has any less to give me.
Before I can change my mind, I open up the text and tap out, “I want you to come over. Moira told me some things about last time you spent the night and I think I understand what’s bothering you.”
It takes a minute for him to type back, “It’s not what you think.”
“I know,” I assure him. “No one’s mad. We just want to talk to you. Moira wants to talk to you.”
“I don’t want to talk to her,” he states.
“You will when you hear what she has to say.”
There we go, that’ll whet his appetite.
Surely enough, it does. He sends back, “Why? What does she have to say?”
“Come over and you’ll find out,” I assure him.
“When?” he asks.
“Now,” I send back.
He’ll come. He’ll be too curious not to. I close the text and put my phone away. Now comes the hard part. I’m not sure what Moira will think about all this, so I can’t give her the opportunity to say no. If she has it, she will—out of loyalty to me. She’ll think she’s required to say no.
“I need you to do something for me, sweetheart. I want you to go upstairs to our bedroom and take off all your clothes.”
A saucy smile creeps across Moira’s pretty little face. “Oh yeah? I can do that.”
I smile at her, leaning in to kiss the shell of her ear. “Then I want you to climb into bed and wait.”
“What are you doing in the meantime? How long will I have to wait?”
“Griff’s going to come over,” I tell her, and her smile falls. Not because she understands where I’m going with this yet, but simply because the mention of Griff makes her sad, given what I just said.
“To sign papers?” she asks, somberly.
“No, not to sign papers. He’s going to talk to me, then he’s going to come up and talk to you.”
“Oh.” She frowns, confused. “So… I’m waiting to take my clothes off.”
“No,” I say, holding her gaze. “You’re going to wait in bed, like I just said. I’m going to send Griff up to talk to you about his problems, and you’re going to listen. You’re going to give him what he needs.”
It’s starting to hit her, what I’m saying, but she looks a little scared. “You mean, an ear? I’m going to listen to him… naked?”
“You’re going to give him whatever he needs.” So there’s no confusion, I grab her between the legs and she gasps. “If he needs this, you give it to him.”
“Sebastian…” Her voice shakes a little, then her head shakes. Here comes the obligatory denial.