Page 111 of For Your Heart
Thirty-Five
SAGE
My house has beenon the market for a week now. The realtor says we’re not entertaining offers until the open house next weekend, but there’s been almost half a dozen showings each day since I listed it. There’s a lot of excitement about it and I’m assured that there will be multiple offers. There might even be a bidding war.
When Damon saw my stress over that, he shook his head. “No bidding war. Tell them all to come with their best offer because there won’t be any negotiation.”
I sighed in relief.
As for changing my name? Damon says that we will sell my house with my current name. That way, whatever I change it to won’t be able to be tied to the sale. At least, not as easily. Although we hadn’t talked about it openly until last night, there’d been hinting that I should wait until we get married to change my name. So I don’t have to go through all the paperwork with everything all over again.
It made me feel stupidly good to hear that. That he still wants to marry me despite the crazy in my life. Despite me always needing to run from it.
So what changed last night? Well, it seemed that Damon and Declan have been conspiring. I don’t know what their end goal is, but last night? We had a sleepover. With all six of us. In their little full-sized bed.
Marriage came up once while he was buried in my ass and holding Simon’s hand while his face remained buried in the comforter as his professor fucked him. I was very concerned, since he was clearly not aroused at all. On their other side, Declan was railing Zarek while also holding Simon’s hand.
Damon chose that moment to say something about me being his husband. My head was spinning as he slammed into my prostate for like the millionth time, so I’m not quite sure what he said.
And now, I’m wide awake wondering about it. Trying to recall his words.
“You know,” Simon says through a yawn. “This bed is fine for three people, but not six. If we do this again, we should talk about getting a bigger bed.”
“I’ll agree to a queen,” Declan says.
“King,” Simon argues. “Six big guys. A queen is not that much bigger than what we already have.”
“I agree with Simon,” Zarek says. “We’ll still be on top of each other in a queen.”
“That’s why we like small beds; that’s the whole point,” Declan says. I can hear the frown in his voice.
Simon laughs. A minute later, he extracts himself and slips from the bed. He’s a good-looking man with dark, sun-kissed skin and even darker eyes. I have no idea what color they are, even with as close as he was to me last night.
He’s not as defined as Damon or Declan, but he’s trim, skin taut over muscles that only need a little bit of encouragement.
“I see you checking him out,” Damon says in my ear as Simon disappears into the closet. My face heats.
“I was just…”
He chuckles. Quin grins at me as he gets out of bed too. He slips into his underwear and then a pair of sweats before leaving the room entirely.
Simon follows a minute later, and I release a breath.
“He is cute,” Zarek says. Begrudgingly?
Damon grins but doesn’t say anything. He moves me over, pressing me into Declan’s side. Declan shifts to wrap an arm around me and then Zarek’s falls across my chest, too. I smile. It feels so good to be like this.
“So, let’s talk about selling your house and what comes next,” Damon says, pressing his lips to mine.
“Then I find a new one,” I say.
“And your name? Your job? How far do you plan to move?” he asks.
I shake my head and close my eyes. “Not sure. I just don’t want to be found.” Damon blocked her number in my phone. And Sammy’s. But we also talked about getting me a new number. Maybe even a new cell phone carrier.
I really just want to disappear.
“Hear me out,” he says, pressing his body along mine. I nod as his lips feather kisses over my skin. I feel his hand trail up Zarek’s arm before it comes back and tangles in my hair. “Once your house sells, we’ll get married. Then you can change your entire name, just once. You move in here with us.”
