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He swipes his tongue over my lips, and we kiss. Like old lovers and newly found ones at the same time. We have so much history but all at once, everything is so new.

My heart leaps at the sound of Sawyer’s truck pulling up. Ash heads for the front door. I stay where I am because I love watching them greet each other.

They embrace, and then Ash takes Sawyer’s mouth. They kiss in the entry hall, and my cock stirs inside my pants. The anticipation of being greeted in the same way makes me so fucking hard.

Sawyer moves past Asher. My heart thuds inside my chest. It’s just a kiss, I keep telling myself. Nothing to get so worked up and excited about. But my body doesn’t cooperate with such simple logic. I feel the vibrations in my soul as Sawyer makes his way to me with a sexy grin on his face. It takes all of me not to fly into his arms.

He comes to a stop in front of me. “Hey, beautiful,” he says.

I meet his eyes, trying to act like an adult. Like a man accustomed to being kissed and not like a man so starved for affection and love. All I want is to be wrapped up in this man’s arms the moment I lay my eyes on him. “Hey.” My voice is a sex-filled rasp, it’s embarrassing.

Emboldened, I tip my face up and kiss him. He kisses me back. Asher comes over and kisses the side of Sawyer’s head while we kiss.

When we part, we’re both breathless.

My phone buzzes on the counter. As Sawyer reaches for me again, my eyes land on a text dropping onto my screen.

It’s my fucking father.

Chapter 41

Asher

The end of May arrives, and with it, the frenzy that goes with closing off the school year. Reece has declined our request for him to live with us. Not yet, he said. He was still enjoying his freedom for the first time in his life. He wanted to be able to say, at the end of his life, that at one time he lived by himself and took care of himself.

Our bed feels empty these days. I didn’t expect that, and Sawyer feels the same. We feel Reece’s absence despite it being only two and a half months since he arrived.

The reality that Sawyer and I are now in a polyamorous relationship with Reece, has raised several questions in my mind. Questions I’ve set aside as the summer holidays approach. Sawyer is less inclined to make a big deal of them, but I can’t stop them from eating away at me.

What will people say when they find out? Do I care?

What will the school say? The school gave me a hard time when they found out I was married to a man, all covertly, obviously. Six months in and I took the football team to the championships after ten years of not even qualifying. The kids loved me as if I’d been there for ten years and, despite themselves, my colleagues couldn’t find a single thing to complain about.

But this? A polyamorous relationship? I doubt that would fly. Still, it’s not illegal. Too little too late now, anyway.

On and on it goes, my thoughts tumbling inside my head and following me all the way to school the next morning. What if it doesn’t work out, this arrangement of ours? What if Sawyer changes his mind? Now, after everything that’s happened between us how could I let either of them go? If this all went to shit, I have a marriage to consider.

Then, the image of Sawyer kissing Reece blasts through my mind and smashes all my doubts and fears to smithereens. Sawyer rarely wants for anything in life, but when he does, it’s usually a forever kind of thing. So, I trust this process. They are here and they are mine. Their growing feelings for each other gives me the confidence to believe that this can work. It will. It must. It will.

We’ll love each other and we’ll fuck each other, and we’ll keep it a secret if we have to. Sawyer will love Reece and Reece will love Sawyer and they’ll find safety in each other. We’ll respect what we’ve found together, and I’ll love them both like I promised – Reece when we were boys, and Sawyer when I married him.

Abdul is arguing with Gerald when I enter the teacher’s lounge.

Abdul tells Gerald that come the new school year in September, yanking kids out of his English class for impromptu rehearsals isn’t going to fly. Gerald agrees, but he’s the biggest liar on the planet. Abdul reprimands him anyway.

“Cameron,” Abdul says. “Great. You’re in. Tell this bird over here that his productions can’t affect the kids’ grades and it’s selfish to demand so much of their time when they’re so stretched already.”

I shake my head, setting my lunch bag down on the chair next to me, before heading to the coffee machine, grabbing a mug from the shelf on my way.

“We’re a school that values the students’ time, right?” Abdul continues.

“We’re also a school built on respect and reputation, Abdul,” Gerald says. “Think about how bad it will look when we give less than stellar performances.”

“Yeah, well, don’t practice on my time,” Abdul grumbles.

“You know what,” Gerald says, “I’m just trying to uphold the school’s reputation. Cameron brings home the championship trophy and I put on Broadway-worthy shows. That’s how it works.”

I continue to ignore their attempts to bring me into their disagreement. They both know not to involve me in their love-hate relationship. Not when it comes to rehearsal schedules and not when they have their religious squabbles. But what’s this about upholding the school’s reputation?

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