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“I would never,” she says with a gulp. “I never knew I did.”
We head back to our seats and after more chit chat and thankfully the rest of my bear claw—okay two bear claws, but who’s counting?—Bing pumps Petra for information until we decide it’s time to get back to Indiana.
“I can’t help noticing you’ve enjoyed your pastries, Weston. Would you like to take some with you?” Bing asks out of the blue.
“Oh, ah… they’re delicious, but I don’t want to deprive you and whoever else lives here.”
Bing’s face lights up and he laughs. “No worries, I can always make more. It’s a hobby of mine, and I always make too many.”
“Youmadethem?” He nods proudly as I say, “In that case, sure, I’d love some. Thank you!”
Petra gives Bing all her contact information and extracts a solemn promise from him to have her father contact her as soon as possible. I cancel the room at the hotel and locate a small moving company to get all the boxes and furniture out of thelocker. We drop the key off at their office and let Wally know when they’ll be there to empty the locker and return the key. He grunts and answers, “Yeah, whatever.” He abruptly hangs up. Charming man.
The last thing I do before we hit the road is send Callum a text saying we’re on our way back.
Weston: We’ll be home by dinnertime. All is well, but the dad wasn’t home. Lots to tell anyway.
Callum: Anxious to hear. Dinner will be ready at 7. Glad you’re coming home.
Thirty-Nine
Petra
I ama complete bundle of nerves. Now that I know a little more about my dad, I crave hearing everything from him. I must admit I’ve scoured the internet again looking for information, but all I’ve found is the reference to his investment business, and nothing personal whatsoever. I even tried looking up Bing, but all I managed to learn is that Bing is a fairly common Chinese name.
And I feel horrible, even though I know none of my dad’s or my mutual heartache is on me. What must he have thought of me? That I was just like my mother? Speaking of my mother, nothing has turned up about my prized books, and she hasn’t surfaced anywhere that the cops have located. My guess is, she took the money she stole, boarded a plane to who-knows-where, and she’s long gone. I know I’ve lost a lot of money to her, but it doesn’t sting anywhere near as much as what she stole from me emotionally—a relationship with my father.
For the next several days, Weston and Callum are the perfect boyfriends. They take care of me—and each other—in many littleways that I love. The sex we share is incredible, and we all pour out our hearts to each other.
Callum’s cooking has reached a new pinnacle of deliciousness. As he puts it, he’s trying out his own flavors in hopes that he can one day have a restaurant that demonstrates his personal flair. He told us yesterday, “I’m in no rush to have it happen. Like we talked about before, the failure rate for restaurants is high, so I don’t want to barge in and make a million mistakes right off the bat—not that I have the money to do it yet anyway.” He isn’t at all bitter about his former professor’s attitude and deviousness. He decided the whole thing was pretty funny when he stepped back and thought about it.
Weston continues to be our rock. He’s so understanding and gentle—the perfect boyfriend for Callum and me. And sexy beyond belief. What can I say? I’m living my dream with these men.
Callum and I are snuggling in bed waiting for Weston and the dogs to come upstairs after their last outing of the night. Giving me a sultry look, Callum asks me, “Is there anything from one of your books that you’d like to try? It can be anything you’ve written or read.”
I have to think about this because while I’ve certainly read my share of ménage romances, an awful lot of them focus on domination and pain, and I’m not really good with that for myself. “Well…” I hedge. “We could try a different type of double penetration. It sounds a little scary though.”
Callum bursts out laughing. “Scary? How could anything involving the three of us be scary?”
“Because it involves both of you sticking your dicks into me in thesame place.”
“Is that even possible?”
“I read about it a few times, and it sounded amazing, but I never knew if that was just a creative writer doing a great job making something up. So, I finally looked it up on a popular porn site and saw videos of it. It’s really a thing. Want me to show you?”
“Well, sure. I’m always up for something new.”
I grab my laptop and do a quick search. In less than a minute we’re sitting up watching two men in the throes of DP-ing a woman’s pussy, and I have to say they all look pretty happy about it. Wow. I’m squirming and Callum is as hard as a rock when Weston comes into the bedroom.
“What on earth?” he asks with a laugh. “I heard the moans from halfway up the stairs and thought you two were already getting it on. Loudly. But then I realized there was background music.”
Not taking his eyes off the screen, Callum explains, “Petra wants to try something, Loverboy. Are you up for this?”
Callum turns the laptop toward Weston, whose chin drops. He looks rather bug-eyed for a moment and then asks as he begins yanking off his clothes, “Want to try that right now?”
“Grab the lube. We’re going to need plenty of it,” Callum tells him and looks at me. “Are you sure?”
“I am, but let’s go really, really slowly.” Is it getting hot in here?
