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I still can’t catch my breath as I watch strings of cum ooze from Asher’s fist.

He brings his fist up to Sawyer’s mouth, and Sawyer drags his tongue across Asher’s fist, swiping our combined cum into his mouth. Then, fuck me to hell, he brings my face to his and smashes his mouth against mine.

Asher rises and walks back into the house, and Sawyer and I kiss until the taste of our cum has been absorbed into each other.

Chapter 31

Sawyer

Reece didn’t stay the night. After our cum eating moment, Asher returned to the patio with a washcloth and asked if we could wait until things got really physical between the three of us. He wanted us to take at least a few weeks to acquaint ourselves with this new situation. Do ‘normal’ things, he said.

I said I was glad he didn’t ask for six months.

Reece said he’s not going to stay over at our place until he can share our bed, because that would just be torture, so he went home.

He refused for one of us to drive him, choosing to travel by cab.

So, here we are, getting to know each other.

Guess what that looks like?

I kiss him as soon as he lets me into his apartment, take a picture of us with my tongue in his mouth, and I send that to Asher. He isn’t pleased in the way kids aren’t pleased when they aren’t allowed any ice cream. Then, since it’s early and we have a few minutes before we need to be at the woodlot, I kiss Reece some more, biting down his neck. “I want to give you a hickey,” I whisper against his hot skin.

“Give me a fuckin’ hickey,” he growls, and I think this man is going to be a hot motherfucker in bed. I tell him so, and he groans. “Don’t confuse my need for you with me having any kind of skill,” he pants, pulling me to his face for another kiss. “I’m really not any good. For one person, let alone two.”

“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”

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We work all morning in silence. Except for the noise of the machines, there’s nothing else. I watch Reece as he works. His concentrating face today involves pulling his lips into his mouth, and a sweet frown creasing his forehead.

When he holds the hatchet incorrectly, I walk over to help him. “That’s too close to the blade,” I tell him. He lets me move his hand back. “It may slip, and you could hurt yourself.”

“Okay. Sorry. Terrible first try.”

I want to kiss him right here. “Are you kidding? That was the best first try I’ve seen in a long time.”

“Yeah?”

Fuck, that smile. I grin. “Yeah. Just keep your hand a little back.”

He gets it right on his third attempt, and the pride in his face over his achievement warms my heart.

At lunchtime, as we eat, Reece adds food to my plate. He’s done this before, sharing his food with me.

I consider telling him why Asher does it. It's hard to face that part of my life again, but if this is the getting to know Reece part, then maybe I should tell him about Faye. And my father. Maybe he won’t be shocked and embarrassed to be associated with me when he finds out where I come from and what my life really was like outside of Asher.

In the end, I chicken out. He’s too refined, and he looks at me sometimes like I’m his hero. Selfishly, I don’t want to spoil his image of me. I don’t want him to find out that I’m just a nobody who didn’t even finish high school.

Reece places a third piece of steak onto my plate. He misunderstands my quietness for disapproval.

“Sorry. Your food was finished. I . . . you didn’t want more?”

“Yes, I wanted more.” My voice is softer than I mean for it to be. “Thank you.”

He gives me that smile again. “You’re an amazing person, Sawyer.”

I look away. “I’m not amazing, Reece,” I tell him even though I want to be – for him, at least. “I’m just me.”

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