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I swallow as I stare at all of them.

"We should probably get home."

“What's wrong?" Jake teases. "Not enjoying your ice cream?"

I completely forgot about the sweet treat currently melting in its cup. I blush and swiftly plan payback.

Raising an eyebrow at him, I tell the other two, "You know what, guys? I think the three of us should go home and leave Jake behind, since he's enjoying his ice cream so much.”

"Sounds like a good idea," Adam says, getting up and holding his hand out for me, but before we can get far, Jake chomps down his entire ice cream in one go and jumps up.

I wince because that most likely froze his teeth, but he doesn't even appear to have felt it.

"Yes," he beams. "Let's go."

The car ride home is full of anticipation. It feels like that first night again, even though I've been with them countless more times since then. Maybe it's the realization of my feelings that does it, or the fact that I was with them in public for the first time, and nothing bad happened.

Maybe I'm finally starting to accept that I might actually be able to do this. Might be okay with all of them.

We can be very happy together.

That night, when we first rode with lust amidst suspense and imagination. Now, I know how good it can be. I know exactly how good it feels to have someone's lips on my neck and a tongue wrapped around my nipples. I know how it feels to have one of their cocks in my mouth while another devours my pussy.

And hopefully, with them, I can have that for the rest of my life.

40

SAM

Afamiliar tight feeling compresses my chest as I pull the car to a stop in front of a familiar home.

A cottage in the middle of a cul-de-sac, fenced in with barbed wire. It's noon, but one of the street lights is permanently on, flickering at intervals. A dog barks from a distance, followed by a man yelling for him to keep it down. At the edge of the street, the dumpster is overflowing, and people have taken to just dumping their shit beside it, making no effort to get it inside.

Mrs. Freedman used to hate that. She would complain about it all the time, about how no one in this neighborhood took cleanliness seriously. Then she would point out the overgrown lawns and the rusted fences in some of the homes.

Occasionally, she'd gone as far as to put signs up there to tell people to take more pride in their neighborhood. She'd even gone to the city officials complaining about inadequate waste disposal and offered several proposals they could implement to fix that.

All her efforts got her was a lot of ridicule and nastiness from the neighbors. Sometimes, I wondered why she even bothered. She kept her home and her lawn clean, so what did it matter to her that others didn't? Why did it bother her so much?

I never asked, but I think I get it now. It was just an extension of her caring nature. She could never just turn it off the way I do. She couldn’t just pretend not to notice these things.

She had to try, even when it was futile.

Now that she’s gone, everything looks even worse.

I shake my head and glance at the house, my former home. It still looks the same, at least. Tidy the way she liked it. Manicured lawns, emptied trash cans. She always told me to warn her if I were ever going to visit, so that she could put out the nice rug and trim the hedges first. As though I cared about the appearances. As though I were someone worthy of impressing.

I can almost picture her right now, coming through the front doors with a bright smile on her face, waving at me. Happy that I finally came to see her.

I push my lips together and glance at the passenger seat.

Chelsea dozed off sometime during the ride. I don’t blame her. We ran her ragged last night. Between that and her morning sickness that suddenly got worse in the last week or so, she must be exhausted. So much so that I almost feel guilty, even though she initiated sex yesterday and was very much an eager participant.

The good thing is, now that her brother knows about her pregnancy, he's managed to get her to work from home, and we always make sure at least one of us is there with her, so that shedoesn’t have to do it alone. This morning we were all there with her.

I held her hair and rubbed her back. Adam brewed some tea to help her nausea, and Jake distracted her with jokes that made her laugh. One time, he made her laugh so hard she threw up even harder, and some of it got in her nose, which wasn't a fun experience for her. She told Jake she would kill him after she was done.

I proposed postponing the trip on account of how sick she was, but she turned that idea down flat.