Stitches

“You just fucked her last night. Seems like tonight should be mine.”

This seems to amuse him. He smirks at me as he sheds his jacket and starts to unbutton his dress shirt. “Is that a joke? We fuck every night. We’re not 80. I’m willing to share; I’m not willing to go to bed every other night without my wife.”

“So, is that how this goes? I’m the guest? I don’t get her to myself any nights?”

“Maybe once in a while. Not every other night. Is your masculinity threatened by sharing a bed with me and the woman we both fuck now?”

I roll my eyes. “No, my masculinity is just fucking fine. I don’t live here, though. If I’m going to spend the night from time to time, I need to leave a couple outfits here. This morning after run-around is going to get old fast.”

Seb steps out of his slacks and drapes them over the chair on his side of the bed. “That’s fine. You can fill the closet in the guest room, the bathroom—put whatever you want in there. Make it yours. I like having you here. It’s like old times.”

I smile faintly. “A little more spacious.”

“Plus we have someone to keep us fed now,” he points out.

“And our balls empty.”

Seb laughs shortly. “Yeah, Moira’s a pr

etty good deal all the way around.”

I’m taken off guard by the peaceful little minx snuggled up against me suddenly whacking me in the stomach.

Sebastian’s gaze jumps across the bed. He’s faintly amused instead of alarmed that she overheard us being assholes. “Evening, sweetheart.”

She narrows her eyes at him, then me. “You’re both terrible. I’m not just a chef or a warm body to stick your dicks into. I thought you were gentlemen. I hope you both enjoy blue balls, because these legs are closed for the next few nights.”

I go conciliatory, rubbing her arm. “We were just joking around. You know we don’t really think of you as—” I can’t even repeat what we just said, so I probably shouldn’t have said it in the first place. “I’m sorry.”

She appears slightly mollified, but her expectant gaze drifts to Seb.

“I’m not.” He shakes his head, his expression dry as hell. “Nice try, sweetheart.”

“Blue balls forever,” she tells him.

“Never make a threat you can’t follow through with. Then people won’t take you seriously,” he advises her.

“Then I guess I can never have sex with you or cook for you again,” she states, primly.

He climbs on the bed and heads in my direction aggressively enough that I almost move, but I feel absurdly like I should keep myself between him and Moira.

He grabs her and drags her over my body, back into her spot. I scoot back over where I belong, and Seb cradles the back of Moira’s neck in his hand, drawing her in for a tender kiss. Her hand drifts to his side and she leans closer, despite her announcement that he was in for a week’s worth of blue balls. He kisses her a little longer and she sinks against him, sighing softly in defeat.

Then, because he has a point to prove, he pushes her down to suck his dick. She goes without complaint. I can’t really complain either; I get a damn good view of her ass as she labors over his cock the way she labored over mine earlier. My arousal stirs watching her go down on him, listening to her faint moans of pleasure. They’re not as frequent or as desperate as when we both fucked her, but every last one of her moans turn me on.

Thankfully, she finishes him off before I can get too revved up.

Seb smacks her ass when she’s done, then drags her against his side and kisses the crown of her head. “See what I mean, sweetheart? No follow through.”

“I’m going to make you weak-ass coffee in the morning,” she mutters. “Like a teaspoon of coffee grounds and that’s it.”

Seb grins. I shake my head. It isn’t news that he has Moira wrapped around his dick, so I shouldn’t even be surprised.

11

Moira

I hum to myself as I push my cart through the grocery store. I’m making prime rib for dinner tonight, but I’ve been so distracted this past week, I haven’t followed my usual schedule. It’s different, having two men around the house. Griff doesn’t live with us, but he’s over all the time now. He generally spends the night, and though I’m used to sex every night, I’m not used to being fucked by two men every night, and more often than not, that’s been happening.