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Show me your dick.
Cash:
He’s at work. He can’t.
Me:
I can go to the bathroom.
Ford:
Do it. I want to see. Then when you get home, I’m gonna make you scream.
Home. That’s what Ford’s house feels like to me, much more than my garage apartment. And I know Cash feels the same way too. The two of them have worked together to remodel a lot of it, and Cash’s rental is really just a place for him to sleep. He hasn’t been back to his place much lately, most of his clothes are stuffed in a dresser in the guest room. Mine are there too, hanging in the closet.
It feels like we moved in together without discussing it. The thought of going back to my silent apartment and sliding into my empty bed just makes me anxious. I don’t want to sleep alone ever again, not after I’ve had them both like this.
And while the sex is fantastic, it’s not the only reason I want to be with them. For the first time in my life, I feel wholly taken care of, cherished. I love how they both listen to me, how they ask me about my day, how they seek to make my life easier. My dad was always so good, so conscientious about making sure I had what I needed. He did his best, but being a single parent, things inevitably slipped through the cracks, and I often ended up feeling lonely and ignored. But Ford and Cash are different. They see me in a way my dad never did, they know me better, on a deeper level. And they give me all the attention and affection I crave.
They care about me. We’ve never really talked about where this is going, but I know that this is more than sex for them too.
It has to be, right?
After work is finished early afternoon, I zip to class where I hang out with Tatum, filling him in on what’s been going on with my life before finally heading back to Ford’s. As soon as I walk through the front door, I’m greeted by the two of them. They’re in the kitchen, working on dinner, but stop what they’re doing as soon as the front door snicks shut and move toward me, pulling me in for long-drawn-out kisses, turning me on in the process.
“Guys,” I pant as I attempt to not ruin dinner by distracting them with my dick.
“Just one more,” Ford says as he pulls me in for a bruising kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth, and he bites on my lips, making me clutch on to him and moan.
Fuck, I could be kissed by them for a hundred years and it would never grow old.
When we finally pull away, I press my fingers against my lips and then shoo them both back to the kitchen. They only do as they’re told because my stomach rumbles. Loudly.
“Gotta feed my boo,” Ford says with a wink as I sit down at the kitchen table, watching them work. Icouldhelp, but I know they like to do this for me, so I kick my legs up on the chair opposite me and relax.
Ford hands me a glass and I glance down at the orangish drink. “What is this?”
“A drink that goes with dinner. I can’t pronounce it, but it’s tasty,” Ford says, and I sip at it and then sigh.
“Yeah, you’re right, that is good. So what are you guys making?” I ask when the aroma of basil and oregano hits my nostrils.
“A caprese salad, pasta with a Bolognese sauce, and tiramisu for dessert. We aren’t making the dessert,” Ford clarifies. “Just bought it from the store, but everything else is all us, baby.”
“I can’t wait,” I say, feeling my heart flutter in my chest. This is so damn romantic. These guys. My guys.
“We have wine too,” Cash says. “Had it delivered from a vineyard down south.”
“Oh, you guys didn’t have to do that, but I love it all the same.”
“Yeah, well, you deserve it,” Cash says with a wink before turning and getting back to work.
I sip at my drink and smile to myself. I could happily sit here all night just watching them. I’m in heaven. There can’t be anything better than this.
It’s only when the doorbell rings and my dad appears on the porch as Ford opens the front door that the dream world I’ve been living in suddenly implodes.
This isn’t real life, this can’t be my real life for so many reasons.
What the fuck was I thinking?
