I go home after our dates practicallybeggingMarcus to get me off. He, of course, being the caretaker that he is, gives me the safe relief I’m craving when I come back all horny as hell. Since that first night when he shocked me by asking me to ride him, instead of me pegging him with Earl, we’ve been doing a lot more flip-fucking.
Love that for me. Love that he’s willing to go that route for me too, even though it hardly seems like he’s put out about it at all. All I’m going to say is this, it’s a damn good thing Brody takes his cochlear off to charge at bedtime. I can’t say that our neighbors have such a luxury. In the winter, things will calm down a bit, I’m sure. We’ll have to shut our windows then.
I press my thighs together and squirm at the thought of Marcus inside me the other night. Holy hell, that man has some unhinged reach with that big friggin’ cock of his.Three timeshe had to assure me that night, “It’ll fit, baby.”
Yeah, it fit.God, did it ever fit.
Inadvertently, I whimper out loud at the memory. I lift my head off my towel, peeking one eye open just to make sure no one caught that. When I do, I find my body surrounded by dozens of glistening, smooth river rocks—along with Marcus and Caleb adding more to the pile. I should have known their silence meant they were up to no good.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” I ask them, my brows zipped together.
“We’re playing penguins,” Marcus replies, preening like a damn peacock.
“I’m afraid I don’t compute,” I respond.
Caleb answers, “Brody told Marcus and me he’s been studying penguins in school. He said that there were some species where the males will present the females with smooth stones as a romantic gesture.” He winks at me.
“Yeah,” Marcus adds. “But we’re not going to tell you whose pebbles are whose though. That way you don’t have to try to choose. Team effort, you see.”
I grin at them. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say, unable to contain my subsequent giggle. These two are too adorable.
“No ma’am,” Marcus replies matter-of-factly. “You’re the most desirable penguin around. Honestly, I’m surprised it’s just me and Caleb out here pebbling you up. Lucky us, I guess.”
“Well, that’s a good thing,” I hum. “As it happens, I am not interested in any other penguins besides the two of you.”
They smirk at each other like tag-teaming, love-sick fools. Then, they high five. I’ll take that as a sign that they’re on board with it only being the three of us as well, something I’d never balk about—because, honestly, I’ve had enough anxiety about introducing Caleb into our lives, and he’s been as sweet and as patient as can be. I knowalready I’m not kosher with extending our polyamorous bounds beyond this point—we're a closed triangle.
I just hope the boys are understanding when we break the news to them tonight.
After another supper cooked over the campfire is all cleaned up, the boys are about to try to sneak off up to the rec hall to go watch a live band together when I stop them. “Hey, guys? Can your dads and I talk to you both for a minute?”
Cameron spins around first. “Sure, Ms. Lauren! What’s up?”
“You may want to sit for this,” Caleb signs to him.
“Is something wrong?” Brody asks, plunking down beside me on the foldable loveseat.
“No, bud. Nothing’s wrong,” Marcus explains. “We just—well, you know how I broke some big news to you yesterday?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, there’s more to it,” I tell them both, and I see a small, knowing grin form on Cameron’s mouth. “More for you to know too,” I add, addressing Cameron.
His grin falters, and his eyes dart around to everyone. “What do you mean?”
Marcus reaches over to the seat beside him and links hands with Caleb. I watch as he gently squeezes it, rubbing the pad of his thumb over Caleb’s knuckles. A tender, reassuring gesture.
Brody’s eyes widen at the sight of it, then he gapes at Cameron. “Are our dads dating or something?”
Cameron’s brows shoot up. “I didn’t know anything about that. Last I knew my dad andyour momwere dating…”
I give them both a soft smile. “We are as well.”
Caleb signs to his son one-handed. “It’s new, Marcus and me. Well, sort of, I guess. We actually first met roughly a decade ago or so.”
“So, wait,” Brody stammers. “You’realldating?”
The three of us—Marcus, Caleb, and I—all nod in unison.
