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She moved to climb over Kyle, figuring he wouldn’t stop her, but she was wrong, and Kyle grabbed her arm, put his other arm around her torso, and pulled her to him.
“Kyle, let me go.”
“Don’t be mad. We have to communicate. Walking away isn’t communicating.”
“Neither is saying we’ll talk about it later.”
She felt Kyle look up at Marcus. “She has a point.”
“Fine, then let’s eat.” Marcus sounded aggravated, but Heather was pretty irritated, too.
Which left Kyle as referee, apparently, and he said, “Jonah’s supposed to have breakfast for us at the Flying H, right? Why don’t the two of you head to different showers to get ready.”
Heather’s back was to Marcus, since that was how Kyle had grabbed her, and she heard him behind her.
“Flying H?”
“Yeah. That’s the name of the ranch,” Kyle told him.
“Because you’re Heather, and you fly?” Marcus asked.
Heather felt her anger slipping away, and she told him, “Yes.”
“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I shouldn’t have tried to put off an answer.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.”
Kyle’s grip on her loosened. “Why don’t I go draw a bath in the big tub, and we can all take a bath together and talk before breakfast.”
No one responded, so Kyle kept talking. “Okay then, I’ll go fill the tub. I trust it’s safe to leave the two of you alone?”
Heather pulled out of Kyle’s arms. “Don’t be a smart ass. Go draw the water. I’ll grab the clothes I’m going to wear and meet you in there.”
Heather went to her bag to grab her jeans and shirt, and Marcus stood, but didn’t move away from the bed a few seconds before he sighed and followed Kyle out of the room.
Heather rolled her clothes and underwear into a bundle and followed them.
She expected them to be talking when she arrived, but Kyle was sitting in the tub while it filled, and Marcus was looking through the oils.
Marcus looked up as she walked in. “I’d normally use something designed to wake us up first thing in the morning, but I’m tempted to use something soothing.” He glanced at Kyle and looked back to Heather. “But Kyle doesn’t want to smell like lavender all day.”
“Why don’t we skip the oils this morning, so we don’t have to decide.”
He nodded. “Fair enough.”
Heather sank into the tub, settling into her own corner so she wasn’t leaned against Kyle. She didn’t want it to look like it was her and Kyle against Marcus, but she wasn’t sure how Kyle would feel about her not touching him.
Kyle gave her what she thought was an approving look, so she figured she’d done that part right. Marcus stepped in and claimed his own corner.
Nobody talked while the tub filled, though the water rose surprisingly fast. Marcus leaned up to turn the water off when it was time, and almost as soon as it was off, he started talking.
“I long ago made a vow I would never father a child I wasn’t positive I’d be able to raise. Not just support, but actually raise. I don’t want to father a child who won’t live with me, who I won’t be able to actively parent every day of the week, every week of the year. As part of that vow, I don’t have vaginal sex with anyone unless I’m certain that if a child resulted, we would raise the child together — that even if we broke up, we would continue to live together, even if that meant bringing our new relationships into the house, and making sure our new significant others were mature enough to be civil in that type of atmosphere. Needless to say, I haven’t had a whole lot of vaginal sex.”
Heather knew Marcus’s parents had divorced, and his mother had moved them to another city. He’d only seen his dad when school wasn’t in session. This decision was such aMarcusway of handling his own baggage, she didn’t bother explaining how birth control worked. The man was a doctor — he knew. This wasn’t about logic and statistics. She got it, but…
“When were you planning to tell me this?”
“It’s not a conversation I normally have. The women in my life aren’t in a position to argue about my taking them in the ass every time, and I pay enough attention to their pussy with my mouth, or with toys, I don’t get too many complaints. I tell them all their holes are there for my use, and I prefer to fuck their mouths and asses.” He looked at Kyle and then back at Heather. “You aren’t my submissive, or my slave, so you’re correct — it’s a conversation we should’ve already had. I’m sorry for that, and I’m sorry I didn’t stop what we were doing to have the conversation when you asked me about it.”
