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I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. We all had to be careful. We kept everything private, of course, but we had to be even more cautious this time around. Henley would want to be as secretive and private as possible.
In her slumber, Henley looked like a sweet little angel, but I now knew how wild she could get. I wanted to push her to her limits. To make her see her true potential.
All her wants and needs in the bedroom, and her knowledge in the boardroom—we were going to have it all.
“Can you believe the way she felt? Fuck, I hadn’t imagined it would be that good,” I said.
Maverick smiled. “Yeah. I can barely believe it.”
“We may be able to convince her to do a lot more,” I said.
Maverick nodded. “Yeah. And we should discuss a schedule. One that she can agree to.”
“You and your fucking schedules, man. Chill out.” I nearly rolled out of the bed at the thought of it, but a slight stir of Henley’s pulled me back in.
“I know. I know,” Maverick whispered. “I was just thinking of her initial hesitation. I don’t want her to think we’re taking up too much of her life away.”
I reluctantly nodded, knowing he had a point. There needed to be some sort of balance; Henley couldn’t over-extend herself just for our benefit. Sure, I wanted her at my beck-and-call, but that wouldn’t be realistic because I never planned to leave her in a state that would let her have energy for at least a day. I still hadn’t fucked her as raw or hard as I wanted. First thing we’d done was made sure she had birth control, because I hated condoms and wanted to feel her bare and raw.
“We won’t do that. Hell, we have jobs too. I don’t do much work, but same difference,” I said.
“Damn right we do. So what should we let her do?”
Usually Maverick made all the decisions and then told me, but not with Henley. She was ours to share and we would both be involved in everything that had to do with her.
“I don’t know. Some back paper legal shit we never did right,” I suggested.
“Perhaps. But I don’t want to push a bunch of papers at her,” Maverick counter-argued.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my tired eyes. Henley may have made me feel alive again, but I was still exhausted. “Well fuck, we don’t have to decide now,” I said. “Don’t give me a headache.”
Maverick chuckled and I looked back at Henley. She was still asleep, snoring.
I smirked and got up, retrieving my boxers and shucking them on.
Maverick got up and went to the bathroom, and by the time he returned, I’d gone to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I always started the day with a black cup to wake me up, followed by a creamy sugary one.
I decided to make some eggs and bacon for Henley, presuming she’d wake up hungry.
I sat down with my coffee and watched the news on the kitchen television as the bacon thawed. I couldn’t help thinking back to what Maverick had said about Henley’s hesitation, afraid she would wake up and change her mind. Afraid this was too much for her. Too intense.
“What are you doing in here?” Maverick asked, entering the kitchen and interrupting my thoughts.
I looked at his bare chest as he moved around the kitchen and stole my coffee. “What does it look like?” I snapped.
He grinned and took a sip. “Never thought I would see you cooking. You trying to compete with me?”
I gave him a funny look. “Hell no, but do you want some?” I asked, knowing bacon was his favorite.
We both knew it was never about that. If we entered an agreement together, that’s how it would stay. We didn’t try to get one up on the other and we didn’t compete against each other. No woman had ever came between us, and never would, not even Henley. She certainly had the potential to ruin friendships, but not ours. Maverick and I had been tight for too long to let that happen.
Besides, it was better together. The push-and-pull of a two-person relationship was boring to us. We enjoyed the challenge of that second proponent. The dynamic we fought to control.
Maverick nudged my shoulder and moved aside.
I started up a hot skillet and cracked some eggs. “She still asleep?” I asked.
“Yeah. We wore her out.” He sat on the countertop and made some more coffee as I got another for myself, with sugar and cream this time.
