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Weston’s eyes pop open, and his dimples wink as he grins at us.
I’m just comingout of the bathroom as I see Petra walking through the bedroom door with an odd expression on her face.She’s carrying her phone, but she is still stark naked, and it’s difficult not to be knocked over by her beauty. She looks up and says, “I heard my phone chime, so I went to grab it off the charger. So far, the alerts have always just shown my old roommate coming and going through her front door, but this time it showed exactly what I expected would eventually happen. It was our neighbor’s big, fat cat depositing what looks like a gopher on the doormat. So there’s one more mystery solved. Now we know who was following us in the market and who’s been leaving gross presents at the door.” She sets down her phone and climbs into bed between Weston and me, sighing contentedly.
“Is this okay that we’re invading your bed, Weston?” I ask.
“Best thing ever. I hope you never plan to leave it.”
I’m sure we all fall asleep with smiles on our faces.
Twenty-Three
Petra
Wakingup to two hot men in one bed is beyond a dream come true. Let me be clear that reading about this kind of scenario pales in comparison to actually experiencing it for yourself. I feel like a different person! How is this my life?
Last night, Callum expressed some pretty deep feelings for us, and I’m sorry to say that I—the wordsmith—let my words fail me somewhat. My response was so inadequate, I need to make it up to these guys. But then, Weston was practically catatonic, and his response wasn’t any better than mine. At least Callum didn’t seem fazed by our silence. If anything, he looked pretty smug. He is amazingly comfortable in his own skin, and it was a relief to hear from his mother that they accept his bisexuality. It kills me when families turn against their children for not being exactly what the parents expect of them. Then again, my own mother probably doesn’t give a crap how I’ve turned out—not out of love but more disinterest. I’m lucky if I get a sporadic email or text message from her. I often wonder what it would have been like to have had parents who cared about me.
Well, no sense dwelling on that now. What’s done is done.
I’m lost in these thoughts, staring at the ceiling, when I feel stirring in the bed. My partners are waking up. Somehow, I ended up between them, and it’s pretty toasty in here with these two large, hot men flanking me, but it’s also more fun than I could ever imagine.
Callum starts nuzzling my neck and whispers to me, “Are you sore, sweetheart?” His arm lays across me, and his warm hand cups my boob. Something firm is pressed against my thigh.
Thinking about his question for a moment, I answer honestly, “Hmm. A little. Nothing bad.”
“We need to go easy on you in any case,” he tells me, then kisses me soundly, slides out of bed, and heads for the bathroom. I love watching him walk away. What a body. Considering he’s such a foodie, he stays in remarkably great shape. I still need to ask him if he’ll go with me for a run.
No sooner has Callum closed the bathroom door than I feel Weston pull me closer to him. He lavishes me with more kisses to my neck, mumbling in a sleepy voice, “I’m dying to kiss you for real, but I’m afraid I have morning mouth.”
I laugh softly and assure him, “I don’t mind.” And so it begins. Weston can kiss like he invented it. Morning breath is the last thing on my mind as he invades me with his tongue and caresses me with his soft lips.
Moments later, Callum returns and chuckles at the sight of us wrapped around each other. He sits on the bed and says, “There was a time when seeing this would have made me feel jealous and left out, but now all I can think is that the two of you together are the most beautiful thing I can think of. And I think how lucky I am.”
Weston pulls back and gives Callum a cocky look. Then his expression changes to alarm as he asks suddenly, “What time is it?”
“It’s eight-thirty.”
“Aw crap!” Weston leaps out of bed and dashes for the bathroom saying, “I forgot I scheduled a make-up session with someone for nine this morning. I need to get ready. She had to cancel…” The rest is muffled by the closed door, but we get the picture.
“Isn’t Sunday morning a little odd for a session with a patient? Or client? What does he call them anyway?” I ask.
“He calls them clients. So, maybe that’s all she could do, or it felt like an emergency. Who knows?” Callum answers with a shrug. “Anyway, let’s get up and I’ll fix everyone some breakfast. Then after that, I actually have to make up menus for the next series of classes I’ll be teaching. Do you have anything you need to get done?”
“I’m a little behind on my writing, so, yes. Today would be a great day to catch up. If it’s nice out, I think I’ll write outside.”
Weston dashes by us and grabs some clothes. He jams his legs into a pair of shorts and then reaches for a nice, ironed dress shirt. He eyes Callum and asks, “Did you make coffee last night?”
Callum stands and puts a friendly hand on Weston’s shoulder. “Relax. I’ll bring you a mug and something quick to fill you up while you’re checking your notes. Give me five minutes. Go get yourself ready for your call.” He puts his finger to the side of his mouth and says softly, “You have a bit of toothpaste—right here.”
“Oh, ah… thanks.”
A few minutes later,I’m coming out of my bedroom, and I catch the sight of Callum across the hall placing a tray in front of Weston. The breakfast is simple, but somehow it manages tolook divine: a toasted bagel with cream cheese, orange juice, and a steaming cup of coffee. Weston is sitting at his desk trying to look relaxed as he studies the notes from his last call with this client. Callum leans down and gives him a gentle kiss. “You’ve got this. Plenty of time to finish eating before connecting the call. When you’re done with your appointment, if you’re still hungry, come find me and I’ll serve you the rest of your breakfast.”
After a big slug of his juice, Weston says, “What would Petra and I do without you?”
“Eat lots of cold cereal and canned soup, I’d imagine,” Callum laughs at his own joke and heads back out of the room. “Are you ready for a splendid breakfast, sweetheart?” he asks me and wraps his long arm around my waist. We head for the kitchen where he shows off for me by making delicious savory crepes filled with cheesy eggs and sausage and covered with a light, delicious sauce I can’t even begin to identify. Like I said, how is this my life?
I don’t ever remember being this happy. Honestly, what used to seem good to me was a slight blip on the joy-o-meter compared to now. I had so-so friends at school and passable relationships that fizzled quickly. Ben was the exception, and God knows that should have been nipped in the bud. I regret having been so naïve. What a loser. Hopefully, I’ve seen the last of him. I just wish he didn’t know where I live now. That makes me a little nervous, but definitely not enough to move somewhere else. Who could leave this house with these two men? And Gus is the happiest dog in town living here. Callum says he’s done some research on dog nutrition and has even started making them special treats. That guy is amazing.
