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“We also need condoms.”

“I’ll get a new box this week,” he assures me. Then his expression softens as he reminds me of our biggest promise to each other. “And like always, radical honesty. If either of us changes our mind at any point, we need to voice that.”

“Radical honesty,” I agree. “Now, about that morning sex?”

He smirks, setting his cup down on the coffee table, then leaning to take mine as well. The next thing I know, he’s pushing me back against the couch, hovering over me before nipping at my bottom lip. It doesn’t take long for us to strip out of our underwear so that he can take both of our hard cocks in his big hand, adding some spit, and in no time at all, we come all over each other on the couch.

I might be hoping that Scotty wants to hook up with us again, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that I have the best husband ever.

4

Patrick

I picked up the rental car

Joey

I’ll be good to leave after my meeting ends at noon!

Patrick

Perfect. Your office is on the way to Scotty so I’ll pick you up first.

Patrick

Does 12:30ish still work for you, Scotty?

“Oh my god, what am I doing?” I ask after reading the texts aloud to my best friend, Tara. We were originally coworkers at the same catering company in our twenties, and we just clicked. She made that job bearable, and she’s the only one I stayed in contact with over the years. She now works at a national youth LGBTQIA+ nonprofit and travels to their office in LA every few months, so I’ve seen her a lot over the years.

Tara’s also leaving for her Christmas trip today, but unlike me, she is packed and ready to go, so she offered to bring over peppermint coffee and bagels so we could see each other before we leave.

Normally, having another person around while I do something boring, like packing, helps motivate me to be efficient and get it done quickly, but I am really struggling today. My half-filled bag is still open on my bed with piles of clothes surrounding it. What the hell does one wear when a sexy-as-fuck couple asks you to join them on their vacation with an open invitation for sex?

“Stalling?” Tara suggests lightly. “Or do you mean ‘What am I doing going to a remote cabin as the third wheel with the couple I used to constantly lust over after not seeing them for fifteen years?’ because I honestly don’t have an answer to that, but I am so here for your chaos. I can’t wait to hear about this when you get back. Or if you have cell service, then I want daily text updates.”

I roll my eyes as I twist my mouth to the side, debating if I should tell her everything. When I first hooked up with Joey and Patrick, I didn’t tell any of our other friends because I didn’t want to betray their trust, but now, fifteen years later, Tara and I are closer than ever, and she hasn’t spoken to them in years. Not because of any drama or ill will, but life got busy. After I went to LA, Tara moved across the city to be closer to her job, and the friend group we had drifted apart.

“What is that look?” she demands. “What aren’t you telling me?”

I drop onto my bed with a huff, deciding to tell her. I have to talk this through before I get in their car because I’m still not entirely convinced that I should be going at all. I trust her, but I begin by asking, “Swear you won’t tell anyone?” so she knows I’m serious.

“Obviously,” she confirms with a nod as she sits next to me against my headboard, avoiding the pile of clothes. “What is it?”

“You know how I always used to jokingly offer to be their third?”

“Of course. Except you weren’t joking; you absolutely would have,” she states seriously.

I nod a few times before I finally get the courage to spit it all out. “Yeah, you’re right, and I did. It was amazing, one of the best experiences of my life. And now they invited me on this trip with them—apparently, they still have a vacation rule for hookups, and they assured me there’s no pressure, but the invitation is there—but I’m forty now, not the twenty-six-year-old who first jumped into bed with them. Is it insane to go?”

I don’t know that I’ve ever seen Tara truly speechless before, but her jaw is hanging open as she stares at me in complete shock.

“Is that a yes? Should I cancel?” I push, reaching for my phone again.

The suggestion finally seems to jolt her back to her senses, and she jumps up to stand, practically shouting, “No, don’t you dare!” as she reaches for my phone like she plans to physically prevent me from doing such a thing.

I hold my hands up in surrender to prove I’m not.

“First of all, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me any of this sooner,” she teasingly scolds before she smirks. “Second of all, good for you. Third, and most importantly, maybe they had just as good an experience, and that’s why they were so quick to invite you on their trip. If any part of you wants to go, I think you should forget about Harry and how old we might technically be. Go have some fun with the hot men who never forgot about you.”