Page 31 of Hunk Sandwich
Ollie
What ought to have offered some comic relief had the opposite effect. Kaspar broke down.
His heaving sobs and the confusion and anxiety reaching us through the mate bond brought both Bo and me to tears. We hugged him between us, swaying and trying to comfort him through the tears.
“Shh, my little wolf, it’s all right. We are here.” Bo sniffed and rubbed his tear streaked cheeks over Kas’ dark fur. I raised my mouth and kissed him.
We will be fine.
“I never thought I’d have something like this. Afamily,” he added in a whisper, hiccuping slightly. “You are serious, aren’t you?”
“We are,” I affirmed. “Bo and I have been house-hunting. We want to show you a property tomorrow morning to see if you like it.”
Overkill, älskling.
Renewed sobs shook his body, and he curled in on himself. I bet he was overwhelmed by our emotions travelling through the mate bond. I didn’t understand howIfelt his feelings.
Is it Bo's magic?
I didn't care. I loved that I did, and loved these two beautiful men with all I had.
“Jag älskar er båda,” my husband whispered, brushing the tears off his cheeks.I love you both.
“And we love you.” I beamed at Bo.
“We do.” Kaspar’s voice was muffled.
If you had asked me half a year ago if I’d see us opening our marriage to someone else, my answer would likely have been a firm no.
But with Kaspar in my arms and both of us cocooned in Bo’s bulk, my heart almost burst with happiness.
This right here is everything I ever wanted.
A life with my two beautiful men, a home, a family. I knew together we would face everything life threw at us.
We’re ready as long as we’re together.
Epilogue
Ollie - the day before Christmas one year later
The scent of fresh pine needles greeted me when I entered the kitchen a few days before Christmas. A winter wonderland lay beyond the enormous glass doors leading out into the garden.
With a sigh, I pulled my cardigan closer around me and made a fresh pot of coffee.
I loved my life.
Furry arms coming around my waist and hugging me to an even warmer body startled me. Over the grinding of the coffee machine I hadn’t heard the footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Good morning, baby.” Kaspar buried his sleek face in my neck, kissing my skin and grumbling happily. “Did you sleep well? I didn’t even hear you get up.” He yawned. “You wore me out last night.”
I turned in his arms, stealing a peck, then a full kiss, his lips pliable under mine as he caged me to the kitchen counter.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” The pet name had stuck in the end.
It fits.
Kaspar brought sweetness into our lives. We’d had plenty before, but love wasn’t a finite thing. It felt like my heart had grown a new chamber just for him. He hadn’t taken anything away from Bo or me; he’d given us even more.
