Page 131 of The Rest is History

I’m a little shocked. “No, ma’am. Not right now.”

“Well, if you do have any questions, our details will be in the paperwork. Reach out anytime.” She rises, and I do too. “Now, if there’s nothing else, I’d like to get back to some work.”

Holding out my hand, I reach across the desk for a handshake. “Thank you for the opportunity, Principal Branson. I appreciate it.”

“Of course.”

When I’m at the door, she speaks again. “Oh, and Mr. Cameron?”

I turn.

“Next year this time, we’ll be the ones celebrating that state championship, am I right?”

“I’ll do everything I can, ma’am.”

The air feels different when I drive back home. Lighter. A future unlike anything I ever imagined is unfolding before my eyes. The hatred I carried around for Buddy Carter no longer feels like a noose around my neck. We didn’t need a grand showdown with the man who changed the course of our lives with his words. We only needed to show him that Reece has something here he was never able to give him. A family. Reece has a family here in Iowa. It took eleven years but it was always going to end this way.

And with him, my family is complete.

My Sawyer.

My Reece.

Ours. Forever and always and eternally.

I have a new, bigger bed delivered to the house in the afternoon, and Sawyer picks Pippin and Ezra up so the five of us can spend the evening at my mother’s house. All we do is eat and talk about my new job. Reece, as usual, is hypnotized by Ezra and spends most of his time asking our nephew a dozen questions:

“You’re so gorgeous, Ez. Why? Why’re you so gorgeous?” And, “Can you say Reece? Say Ashhher. Say Sawyyyerrr.” And when Ezra answers with goos and gaahs, drooling with his efforts to mimic Reece, he tells the little baby that he said it all just right, and what a perfect baby he is. He’s an incredible father figure. Reece was made for this. He was always meant to be surrounded by this kind of love.

We eat dinner and return home late in the evening after dropping Pippin and Ez off with enough leftovers to last a week.

After his shower, Sawyer takes out new bedding for our new bed from the linen closet.

“I left enough hot water for you, Reece,” he calls out from the bedroom as Reece enters the shower. “Should be enough for you too, baby,” he tells me. I kiss him, and then head downstairs for my shower.

It’s surreal that we ended up here. I’m happy. Happier than I’ve ever been.

I switch off the lights downstairs after my shower and make sure the doors are locked. Then, I head upstairs. The door is open. Reece is on his back, naked, with his thighs spread wide. Sawyer presses his nakedness over Reece’s body, and they kiss, rubbing and petting each other like well acquainted lovers. I stand back, watching them for a while. Reece reaches around and flips Sawyer over. I almost laugh because Sawyer didn’t see it coming, and it’s impressive that Reece can lift all that muscle. With Sawyer underneath him, Reece moves up his body to straddle his neck. Fuck. It’s beautiful to watch Reece’s confidence. He’s bloomed so much over the last several months. No longer the timid Oliver he’s been all his life. Now, with confidence, he takes hold of his cock and taps it to Sawyer’s lips, then conquers Sawyer’s mouth like his dick belongs there.

His murmurs carry across the room. “Fuck, Sawyer. Suck it, baby. Suck my dick. Fuck, that’s good.”

I stay there, watching my husband and our lover enjoy each other. They move together, Sawyer’s hands rubbing and squeezing Reece’s ass while he takes that beautiful cock down his throat.

Sawyer slows down their lovemaking, turning Reece again until his back hits the bed. He settles on Reece’s side, spreads his thighs and reaches down to slip his fingers between his ass cheeks. They kiss and Reece moans, bending his knees so Sawyer can finger him better. They’re so beautiful together.

Reece lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine across the room. “Come here, baby,” he tells me. “Come and fuck your husband.”

I move, dropping my towel, and suddenly, I’m desperate for them.

I climb over Sawyer’s body, and he moans for me. Reece moves, lifting my husband’s legs and draping them over my shoulders. “I got him ready for you,” he whispers against my lips.

“Fuck, baby,” I mutter, before I take Sawyer’s hole, my cock buried inside him within seconds. Reece watches us for a while and his face is full of awe and amazement, and I’ve never been so turned on.

Sawyer groans and swears and begs when Reece drops his mouth onto his cock. But still, it’s not enough. Reece moves until his cock is hovering over Sawyer’s mouth, and they face fuck each other like the world has been thrown off its axis: wild and chaotic and out of control.

Sawyer can’t hold on, and I have to ease out of him so we don’t end things too soon. He pulls Reece to the side, sandwiching him between us.

Reece turns his head to kiss me, and I trail my hands down his body. His body has transformed over the last year, harder and more defined muscles, the slopes and dips of his body making me harder.

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