Page 32 of Finding Ash
“Yes, please,” Remy panted. “Touch me.”
The way they leaned across me, chest to chest, their backsides within reach. Dare I touch them?
Yes…
Smooth. Soft. A single finger trailed along each of their backsides at the same time McClain firmly gripped both their cocks and stroked them. Was this what I’d fast-forwarded through in the books? Watching it firsthand was the best show ever. I had the overwhelming urge to reread those books start to finish.
Remy threw his head back as he came and McClain wasn’t far behind him. A few shared kisses before both fell to the bed besideme, panting.
“That was,” Remy paused to catch his breath. “Wow.”
“Yes,wowis a great way to describe it. How do you feel about all of this, Ash?”
How did I feel? Excited? Curious? Like I’ve missed out on a lot in life? “Good, really, good,” was what I settled on.
“Can we do it again?” Remy asked, triggering our laughter.
“Yes but given my age versus yours, it’ll take me a hell of a lot longer to get a second wind.” McClain lay there for a few more minutes. I watched his chest rise and fall, slowing with each breath. “Let me wash up then we can get some shuteye.”
Remy and McClain cuddled up around me, cocooning me in, all of us were still naked. I was wide awake, my mind full of questions, evaluations really, as I quizzed myself on what this all meant. I had no regrets, and I still wasn’t sold on penetration, but I agreed with an earlier statement they made—acts of a sexual nature need to be between the three of us. Whether one of us participates or not, we should all still be in attendance for it.
Was attendance the right word for this?
Either way, we should all be present for these personal, bonding moments.
“Ash,” Remy mumbled. “Your brain is keeping me up.”
“Sorry, just a lot to take in.”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, this just kind of changed my whole perspective, you know.”
“How so?”
“I liked it. A lot.”
“Ah, yeah, me too,” Remy chuckled. “Maybe next time all three of us can do it at the same time.”
“Yeah, maybe.” While my brain did its best to dissect the logic behind how that would work, it ran through so many scenarios I was getting hard again. The human body was amazing, and it would be fun to see how it panned out. Or at least fun trying.
“My parents want to meet for dinner Sunday night. My mom promises it will only be family this time.” I’d had a couple days reprieve from her motherly guilt, but they were leaving on Monday so there was no avoiding it now. How had I never realized before how toxic my childhoodhad been?
“Sounds good,” McClain replied, far too easily if you asked me. “Isn’t Remy’s mom leaving tomorrow? Maybe we should have dinner with Lynn and Kara tonight.”
“Good idea,” the man himself said as he came from the back and greeted us both with a kiss. “We can grab my stuff after they leave in the morning. My monitors are a two-man carry. You up for it, McClain?”
“Absolutely. I’m just glad it didn’t take much to get the spare room cleaned out. Thank you for dropping the donation boxes at the thrift store for me. “Nice to get rid of all that.”
“No worries, they were happy to get new stuff in. I’ll text mom and invite them to dinner. What time and which restaurant?” Remy slid his phone out, poised and ready to message her.
“Pints right after we close.”
“Easy enough.” He fired it off and put his phone away. “Now, where are we at today? I’m here to help.”
It was gonna be so great having all of us living and working in the same space. Anytime Remy took a break he’d be able to come down and hang out with us, a change in scenery from the office walls. Today he’d been hanging his whiteboard and setting up the desk McClain had buried beneath a ton of boxes. Having his help made it so much easier to close the creamery each night, same reason I’dbeen helping out at Pints. Nate and Kit worked so hard, it was my way of giving back and thanking them for the free room and board these last few months.
Plus, anytime Remy had a meeting at Queen Gaming, he only had to jog across the street for it now. Not that the ten-minute walk from Pints’ back lot was much more, but this was better. His co-workers came in nearly daily for their ice cream fix, as did most of the town, it seemed. Come fall it would be nice, though given that McClain was closing on Mondays, and if that went well, he said he’d consider adding Tuesdays too, so that the three of us could have more time together.
