AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Can’t,” Briar replies as she leads the way into the house.
“Why?” I ask.
“I have book club tonight.”
She’s been reading the same dusty old bodice-ripper romance novel that Sage has, and once a month, she attends their little Laundromat book club and margarita night.
It was her Bible study replacement.
And since her relationship with Juliet and her mother is still not repaired, we encourage her to get out and be with better people who actually lift her up instead of tearing her down.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” I say as we reach the kitchen. When we get inside the house, Abby bolts up to her room to play.
“What about you?” I ask, smacking Dean’s ass. “You’re off tonight, right?”
He gives me a sly smile over his shoulder. “I am, and I could be down for some renovations.”
“Not fair,” Briar whines, leaning against the kitchen counter.
Taking her in my arms, I offer her a kiss on her pouting lips.
Working out the boundaries and rules of this relationship has been interesting, and we’ve definitely hit some bumps in the road along the way. It’s hard to be in a relationship like this and not feel left out sometimes, but according to our new poly friends, that’s normal.
But, to be honest, seeing them love each other fills me with so much peace and happiness. I love to see Dean and Briar together, and instead of feeling jealous when they’re alone, I take such pride in knowing that if I’m not around, they have each other.
Of course, first and foremost, we carve out time to be sure we’re feedingthisrelationship the most. It’s the one that means more.
I still like time with Briar or time with Dean alone, but it’s nothing compared to the times when all three of us fill the same space. That’s when this love shines the brightest, and I feel most at home.
But if Briar is going to be gone for tonight, you best believe I’m going to indulge in some time with my sexy fucking man.
* * *
After pouring myself a glass of red wine, I cross the yard toward the apartment, where I know he’s waiting for me.
Opening the door, I find the room already dim, with the string of lights around the ceiling illuminated in a magenta haze. Dean is standing near the record player, flipping through the selection of vinyls.
He’s in nothing but a pair of black pants, and I lick my bottom lip as I take in the sight of him.
“What’s the mood tonight?” I ask as I set down my glass and begin unbuttoning my shirt.
There’s a scratch of the record through the speaker before the sultry, sexy sound of jazz echoes through the room.
“Vintage,” I say with a crooked smirk. “I like it.”
He turns around and smiles at me. Crossing the room, I slide my hand along his jaw, holding his face as I pull him in for a slow, sensual kiss. He’s been growing his hair out lately, and I love that I can run my fingers through it. Hold it. Pull it.
“Lie down,” he mumbles, his soft lips against my neck.
“Why? You got something for me?” I ask.
“As a matter of fact… I do.”
My brows lift as a myriad of possibilities run through my mind. “You have my attention,” I reply.
He shoves me toward the bed, and it does something to me when he takes control. “I said, lie down.”
With a growl, I do as he said. When I start to pull my clothes off, he stops me.
