Page 101 of The Moon & His Tides
I closed my eyes as terrifying pleasure collided with every molecule of my body, breaking me apart on an atomic level. Everything went white, then black then came back to life in brilliant, eye-searing colour as I spilled every drop of cum in my balls into Savvy’s still grasping pussy.
Adam came seconds later with a roar of triumph, slamming into me one last time, hands with a steel viselike grip against myhips, breath in my ear as he filled me up with cum for the first time in my life.
We lay there shivering and shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure. I was pressed between them like flowers between the pages of a book—hot, sweaty, and bound to them in ways I would never want to change.
“Ti amo,” I said because the moment demanded it.
It truly seemed that we were one soul divided into three different bodies.
And at least for that moment, they must have agreed because almost in unison, they both kissed either side of my mouth, their tongues sweeping each other’s as they made to touch mine.
Each time we did this, I emerged a little bit different. A gradual process cut into segments with the same outcome as a caterpillar turning into some fire-drawn moth inside a cocoon.
And I wasn’t just in love with them for showing me this new side of myself.
I was falling in love with myself for the first time in my life, as well.
22
ADAM
It happened on a Monday, the perfect time to hit the news cycle.
TMZ was the first to report it, but it didn’t matter much. The other outlets followed in seconds.
I loved a lot of things about Britain, but the tabloids were not one of them.
In the months since my birthday, things had been good.
Good in a way I didn’t think it had ever been before.
Good in a way I should have known was too wonderful to last long.
I had just wrapped filming forThe Devil Careswith a bone-deep feeling that it was the best performance of my life. Freddie Bannerman was one of the most complicated characters I’d ever had to embody. I relished the challenge, but I knew without Savvy and Sebastian at home waiting for me every late night or early morning, I would have ended the shoot run down and miserable. Instead, I got to recharge my batteries and remind myself who I was every time I sat down for a meal with them or fell into bed with them at the end of the night.
The carriage house was Sebastian’s closet and occasional office, but for the most part, we’d all given up the pretense that he wouldn’t spend every night with us. Our marital bed felt empty without his warm, big body pinning Savannah and me close.
Sebastian and Andrea were deep into preproduction forBlood Oath, having finalized the storyboard, shooting locations in New York and Italy, and finally, casting. He was barely our driver anymore, but neither Savannah nor I said a word. They were due to start filming in New York next month, and while we hadn’t spoken about the logistics, I fully expected both Savannah and I to go with him for at least part of the scheduled shooting there. Consciously or not, we had left time carefully marked out on the calendar around those dates.
Whatever semblance of our original deal remained, it was that we’d promised Sebastian we would get his career off the ground, and it was a promise we both took as seriously as any work-obsessed industry people would.
It was our own version of a blood oath.
Neither of us would be happy, I knew, until Sebastian held his first Oscar aloft, the golden of the statue a perfect match for those beautiful eyes that seemed to see more of me every single day.
But it was Sebastian’s birthday, his nineteenth, which made both Savannah and I feel ancient. So we all took the day off and went to a King’s Cross United football match because they were Seb’s favourite British team. In fact, Iker Ferrera and Sebastian had become fast friends after I’d introduced them a few months ago, and he’d become a frequent visitor at our Chelsea home. We were less careful around him, but only because I’d met him at the Dionysus Club, and he had a few kinky secrets himself.
We’d surprised our lover with tickets to our friend’s private island off the coast of Spain for a full week whenBlood Oathwrapped filming in January, and the smile he’d given us had been worth every single penny and minute of time we’d spent on him in the past year of our lives.
There was no way we would ever be able to repay him for the way he’d healed our marriage. For the way he’d brought compassion and communication andloveto our lives.
For the first time ever, I had no idea what the fuck I was doing or where this was going.
I was justliving.
Enjoying.
Allowing the hedonist at the heart of me to thrive and imbibe and fucking love while I could.
