Page 4 of Desiring an Angel

“Let’s cook breakfast together, I’ll fuck you over the kitchen island once we finish eating, then I’ll wash you from head to toe, paying extra attention to every crack and crevice on your body.”

My dick twitched to life at his rumbling tone and the promise of a good time. Rhett Stirling was a book boyfriend come to life, and I couldn’t get enough.

“I fucking love Saturdays,” I groaned and untangled from his body, ready to get on with the day even while wanting it to last forever and keep the following workweek from coming.

My smile faded as I pulled on the lounge pants I’d left draped over the foot of our bed.

Don’t waste the life you’ve been gifted. Carry on the family name…

The memory of my dad’s face etched with grief flashed in my mind as it always did when the anniversary of my brother’s death loomed mere days away.

My father was the only son of an only son—four generations back. Having twins, he had accomplished more than his ancestors, but that feat had crumbled down when my brother had fallen sick and a man instead of a woman had stolen my heart.

But there had been no stopping what had started that late night in the cemetery. Best friends connected at the hip, Rhett and I were both attracted to boys and girls…but our hearts had chosen each other.

I’d overheard my dad sharing his grief with mom later on the night I’d told them that Rhett was my future until death parted us.

While neither of my parents were homophobic, I’d been unable to keep my dad’s reaction from haunting my mind throughout the following years.

Rhett hadn’t been too keen on the idea of having children, but four years earlier, we finally sat down to discuss creating a family. His first idea had been surrogacy, but I desired more and had pushed for it—

“Maeve won’t be here until seven tonight,” Rhett said while climbing off the bed, pulling my mind back to the present, “so we have the day to ourselves.”

Maeve being our latest match on Missing Link, the polyamorous dating app Rhett and I had created after that conversation.

I kept my fingers crossed that she would possess the same sunshiny personality as Archer to balance my own, darker nature but also would be someone who would help Rhett express emotion, because after twenty-three years together, he struggled to reveal most of his inner workings to anyone.

Myself included.

While we had been content with each other, there were parts of us the other couldn’t fulfill. Fuck knew we’d enjoyed our fair share of hookups throughout our years together while searching out the perfect woman to include in our household, but we’d yet to meet the one.

We’d spoken with the latest, Maeve, via FaceTime twice, and she checked off what we had listed in our ML profile to a T.

If only those wants input when we’d created our profile had been my desires rather than Rhett’s.

Maeve seemed polished and proper, her character more in tune with my stoic partner’s than what I desired for my children’s mother. I hoped for someone full of happiness and positivity—since neither Rhett nor I could claim those traits, and I wanted that for our future children.

We had yet to find a woman we agreed on, one that clicked at first call or meeting, one that made my insides zing yet rest with that sense of rightness I had only ever experienced with him.

Hundreds of men and women had joined the Missing Link community in the first two days of its release into the world. Three years later, and thousands had uploaded profiles, seeking fulfillment of their dreams and fantasies.

Rhett and I fell into the category of looking for relationships rather than hookups, but sifting through women hoping for the same as we did had become more laborious than fun like it had been in the beginning.

Unfortunately, Maeve proved just as disappointing as the rest.

Even though Rhett and I both found her attractive enough, the woman writhing between us later that night felt…wrong.

No, no, no…

I wanted to deny yet another failure, but her breath panting over my face hinting at sweet cherries from wine shared over dinner didn’t entice me to kiss her or drink down her moans.

I kept my eyes on Rhett behind her, his parted lips, the lust in his dark eyes doing more for me than the wet pussy clutching at my dick. Our gazes clashed, and I imagined it was my ass he took rather than the woman between us.

Love you so damn much, I told him with my steady gaze, my heart breaking, and his eyes promised me the same without a word.

“Oh…” Maeve shuddered and came, her core clasping tight around my girth.

“Ash…” Rhett’s jaw clenched, and his tone, the need in his stare over her shoulder, took me to the edge. We fell together like we always did.

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