“Maggie. I can’t not be with you. But I also can’t be with you when you’re with him. You’re either mine or Hunter’s. Which is it?”
Sure, the games of being fought over might’ve been fun for a little while, but I didn’t want to deal with Hunter and Graham asserting their dominance over me forever. I had to figure something out. But until then, I’d have to be shared.
“You know who I belong to…” I kissed him once, then joined Hunter in the shower.
“Maggie, what the hell was that?” Hunter scrubbed his body vigorously with the foamy loofah.
“What?” I stepped into the shower. “What was what?”
“That. The way you looked at him. The way you messed with the spot where his foreskin met his head. You’re different with him.”
“I don’t know. Didn’t you enjoy it?” I rubbed his back and stepped under the water with him. “You usually like it when I’m connecting withthe other guy. Remember, you said you like watching the woman you love experience another man. Thought this… was that.”
He pulled away from my touch. “Wash his cum off yourself before you touch me,” he spat.
“What’s the matter?”
“His dick’s not like mine or any of the others’ we’ve had.”
I stood staring blankly at him. “You’re mad because… because he has a…foreskin?!” I could feel my eyebrows clench so tight they cramped. “What?” I said quizzically. “Does that somehow make you feel like less of a man? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Hunter grumbled something under his breath and gave me the cold shoulder. He wasn’t usually like this after we’d have another man join us. Sometimes we’d lay in bed—the three of us—and talk, listen to music, watch a movie… you know, be fucking normal.
This couldn’t have been because Graham was uncut… right? He shouldn’t have been jealous of it. I mean… itwasa really nice dick… and there was something about an uncut man that felt so much better to me…but really? Being jealous of a man’s foreskin? Come on.
“We followed all the rules, baby.”
“Aye, but ye almost didn’t.”
“But we did.”
“And what would have happened if I wasn’t here?”
“Uhh… I probably wouldn’t have been fucking him.”
“That so?”
“God, yes, Hunter. I’m with you.” A bitterness lingered in my mouth. “You watched Graham come on me, so I really don’t understand the problem.”
I mean, seriously… Hunter had licked another man’s cum off my tits before, for Christ’s sake. Was it just because it was Graham? Because we had a history? Or was it something else?
I rinsed off and tried to comfort him, running my fingers up his back, giving a gentle touch to his thigh. But he wouldn’t have it—every touch was like I had betrayed him.
Maybe I did.
When I returned to the bedroom, Graham was gone, having left only a note poking out from under my pillow that read:
You’re mine, and I don’t share.
Look out the window.
-G
I did as he said, pulling the chenille curtain to one side.
Graham sat on the hood of his car in the driveway, hands in his pockets, eyes all storm and lust—waiting. He brought two fingers to his bare chest and double-tapped his heart.
The sight made my breath hitch. I knew exactly what it meant. How could I forget? He said it at the range. “If you’re going to shoot me… aim somewhere I’ll feel it.”
