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“Yeah, that’s a Charis saying all on her own.” But when I enter another finger, all notions of peanut butter and penises are put to the wayside.
“Doc, please, I need you.” Yeah, he knows, as he’s told Charis in the past, I’ll provide when I’m good and ready and because I want to see my own handprint on his arse, I smack it, and hard. It’s one reason I love the feel of a man. They can take as good as I give and it’s certainly a turn-on for me.
“So hot.” But when I search over for Charis’s reaction, she’s still doing what I’ve asked. “Shit, between you both, I don’t think I’ll make it.”
I enter another finger and this makes Gibs’s whimper turn into laments of need. ‘’I got you, Teach.”
I line my cock up to his entrance and push in, and when the tip disappears, I turn my attention to Charis, who’s stopped her own pleasure, simply watching us.
“That’s it, love, just watch, there will be plenty of time to get off later. Simply stare at us as my cock disappears inside of Gibs.”
My attention turns to Gibson. I get lost in the submission he shows to me. It’s only beginning. The three of us together is what I’ve been looking for in my life, and I sure as hell won’t ever let them go.
“I’m close, Doc. I’m so close.” I know I’m hitting his prostate, and I won’t be long either. “Come for me, baby. Come for me now.”
His semen covers both mine and his stomach, as I am so close, one more push, and I find my own release. I slide out and watch him transform before my eyes. “I love you, Doc. Fuck, did I fight it, but you’re just enough of an asshole to have fought me every step of the way.”
This is Gibson speak for thank you. “Thanks for the compliment that I’m sure is in there somewhere.”
“Yeah, it’s there, you just have to read between the lines.” He pulls me into his side. “GG, come here. I need you. Ah, fuck, do I need you.”
And I know he’s about to claim our nurse, and then we’ll all be connected in a way that can’t and won’t be broken.
* * *
“I don’t remember readingabout this in nursing school but is there such a thing as a sex coma, because I’m about to give into it.”
Gibson was a stallion with Charis. He fucked her and made love to her all at the same time as we lay in the bed in a heap of limbs in our nakedness. Charis fades in and out of sleep.
“Oh, I had a feeling I may not be able to cook a proper dinner. So, I have a homemade lasagna in the fridge. Just have to pop it in the oven, at 425 degrees for forty-five minutes. Now, I can’t say when I’ll wake, but if you want sex again, I’d suggest you let me sleep.”
Her breathing levels out, and she’s not kidding. In a minute, her soft snores fill the room. I readjust her, where she’s behind me, and I’m in between the two. Gibson’s been a little twitchy since I’d mentioned moving in together. It may be soon, but I don’t know how else to be. Just like Teach doesn’t know how not to be twitchy.
“Teach?”
He’s caressing my hair, but he’s been a bit quiet, more than normal. “Are you really okay?”
“Honestly, I’m trying to figure out what I want to do. I thought I’d be heartbroken with the idea of leaving teaching behind, but I’m not. First, I thought Marcie was it for me, and I don’t miss her. What else have I done out of convenience because it was easy? Besides being scared of not contributing financially, and don’t spew that shit about me not needing a job. I’m not nervous about leaving teaching, except for my lack of a pay check. But, the idea of writing the same book that’s been in my mind for years appeals to me.”
I don’t argue with the man. “I get it, but just know, you won’t be homeless.” I leave it at that, rolling over on my back, where I can touch both Charis and Gibs at the same time. I fall asleep later, only to Charis next to me, and because Teach is gone, I stumble out of bed to find him.
In the kitchen, the lasagna aroma fills the space. His laptop, which I had no idea he’d packed, is booted up, and when I lean down to give him a peck on his naked shoulder, my face breaks out into a smile with what he’s pulled up—a title of a book.
How To Publish Your Fantasy Young Adult Novel. “Wasting no time, are you, Teach?”
He shows me an email and hits the recent one. “Out of a whim, I reached out to an old collegue who got into publishing. This is what he said, and he replied within an hour.”
Gibs,
Glad to know you are well. I’ve always wondered if you ever published that book you had talked about. I’ve looked for your name, and never found it. Please send me twenty pages, an outline of where the story is going, and I’ll be honest with you. I promise, but if your writing is anything close to your imagination, I’d be more than curious.
Talk to you soon,
Lance Loman
I’m speechless, and I don’t have a chance to ask more. “I was vague, but I told him that I’d been wrestling with giving up teaching, and when I thought of how much I’d miss it, I realized I wouldn’t. So, this was his response. Tomorrow, I’ll work on the first twenty pages. It’s about all I have done, but the outline is pretty clear where the story will go.”
I pull him into my body. “Fuck, when you put your mind to something, you do it. You’re more like me than I thought.”
