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I turn Reece’s face to kiss him. “So fuckin’ bad.”

He bites my lip. I groan at the sting of pain.

Reece slips off Sawyer’s body and settles on the bed on the other side of him and we spoon amidst our cum covered mess. I pull Sawyer close to me until his back is melded to my chest and he holds Reece close on the other side. They face each other, kissing softly, my husband and my lover, and the cool summer night covers us with its comforting darkness as we lie tangled in each other, naked and happy, and I know that our world is as it should be.

Chapter 46

Sawyer

The shower is going when I crack my eyes open the next morning. The low sun comes through the break in the curtain. Asher is up. Reece is still asleep, snuggled deep in my arms. I'm holding him to me in much the same way Asher holds me when we sleep.

I extract myself from him, careful not to wake him. Then, I join Asher in the shower.

He kisses me good morning.

“Last night was amazing,” he murmurs.

I circle his neck. “Fucking amazing.”

“I wish Reece would stay with us,” I say as we move around the kitchen later. I want him with us like this. Doing mundane things like laundry and coffee and arguing over who forgot to take out the trash.

“Yeah. Me too.”

Asher goes outside for a smoke while I prepare our coffee. Reece’s cell is on the counter. It buzzes and then lights up.

I don’t mean to see the text come through on the ribbon. My eyes just fall there, and I take in the words.

I don’t catch the name before the message disappears, but my eyes catch the gist of the text: You’re just like your mother. Such a fucking disappointment.

His father? Who else would speak to Reece like that? I set it aside. Reece will talk to us if he feels it’s necessary. I join Asher outside. “Pippin told me something yesterday,” I say.

“What? Carlson is locked up in a prison somewhere?” he asks dryly. “Because that would be the best news.”

I shake my head. “She said Deliah asked Carlson if we’re getting a divorce because one of us is cheating.”

Asher frowns, the crease lines on his forehead becoming more pronounced by the second. “On the last day of school back in May, Principal Watson mentioned something too. Deliah said she saw you with someone – Reece, obviously – in the store.”

My turn to frown. “You didn't say anything.”

“Yeah. I put it out of my mind because, you know, it was something he heard from Deliah and who cares about what Deliah says. But . . .”

“You’re worried?”

“Maybe a little. But that was nearly three months ago. I told Watson you were with a coworker, who also happens to be a friend.”

“It’s an easy story to go with. Not that we have to keep it a secret. We’re not doing anything wrong.”

“Yeah.” Asher sighs. “I’d say fuck it but people are so fickle sometimes. We’re consenting adults and it’s not against the law, but I just don’t want any drama while we’re figuring things out, you know? I just want to keep it between us for as long as possible.”

“You’re right, babe.”

Reece steps outside, all bed hair and puffy eyes and a freshly washed face. He’s so gorgeous.

“Hey,” he says groggily.

Asher pushes off the porch railing. “Morning, beautiful.”

He grins. “Morning.” I pull him into my arms, turning him so his back presses into my chest and his front is facing Asher.

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