August presses himself against my other side, planting kisses along my jaw as he slides a couple of fingers inside my well-used, cream-filled hole. “Our Oliver,” he mutters as I writhe between them. “Our perfect little treat.”
My whimper must indicate to Tallis that I’m about to come. I’m not sure what signal he gives August, but suddenly they’re both kissing me at the same time. I didn’t really think that was possible, and it’s certainly clumsy and messy. But it’s also the most amazing, perfect feeling in the world as all three of our mouths clash and they use their hands to send me teetering over the abyss with what might be my most earth-shattering orgasm yet.
As soon as I’m able to catch my breath, I finally lose the battle I’ve been fighting since the sushi table and start sobbing, letting all my pent-up emotions free.
Tallis and August wrap me up in their arms, keeping me warm and safe as I tremble and cry.
“It’s okay, baby boy,” August promises me.
“Good boy, Oliver,” Tallis adds. “Everything was perfect.You’reperfect.”
“T-Thank you,” I manage to utter. “Daddy Tallis. Daddy August. Thank you being the best Daddies ever.”
Because I know no one stands a chance of measuring up to them after this. It’s been the most remarkable, transformative weekend of my whole life.
And now it’s all over.
CHAPTER 11
Tallis
I’m irritable.The fact that I know I’m irritable is only making me more irritable.
With a growl, I start stabbing the delete button with my index finger, erasing each letter one by one of the last terrible paragraph I churned out. I don’t get writer’s block. That’s something that happens to other authors. I am always in control.
Except when apparently, I’m obviously, painfully not.
A soft knock on my open door pulls me out of my storm cloud mood. I blink and swivel in my chair, smiling when I see my husband hovering in the threshold, looking sheepish.
“Busy?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Distressingly not,” I admit, beckoning to him. He relaxes a fraction and comes into the room. It’s obvious he wants a cuddle, so I move to the sofa I put into my office for that specific reason, drawing him into my arms as we lay down together. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he says with a sigh, then immediately shakes his head. “No. Maybe.” I laugh and he huffs. “I have a confession to make.”
I raise my eyebrows and look down at him, intrigued. “Oh?”
He squirms against me and folds his arms, frowning as he shifts his gaze away from me, having a tiny little tantrum. I laugh again. For such a large man, he still manages to be my sweet Augie Pie boy even after all these years.
“IboughtOliverapresent,”he mumbles, his cheeks going red.
I’m almost certain I know what he said, but I still give him a squeeze and a bit of a shake as well. “Once again in English, please?”
He grumbles and twists in my arms, so we’re face to face. His pout is adorable. “I bought Oliver a present,” he mutters, pulling at the collar of my henley. “I know I shouldn’t have, but…”
“No, I understand,” I tell him gently, cupping the side of his face so he’ll finally look at me. “He was extraordinary, wasn’t he?”
It’s been a few days now, but I can’t stop thinking about our weekend with a certain very special treat. After our final scene, it was clear the mood had shifted, and once we’d gotten cleaned up, I dropped Oliver home to his dorm room earlier than we’d initially anticipated. But we’d agreed on forty-eight hours, and I knew we had to stick to that.
No matter how much I wanted to move Oliver into our house instead and change the locks so he could never leave.
At least there was a part of me that recognized that would technically be kidnapping.
I was also aware that after such an intense time together, everyone needed space to see how they were feeling. As I walked Oliver back to his room with his gifts and groceries, I tried to be subtle as I reminded him that he had my number and he shouldn’t be a stranger.
Normally, I actively discourage subs contacting me again once the fun is over. August and I are always clear on the arrangement, and I find it’s best not to leave room for any lingering. But as usual, it’s different with Oliver. I’d alreadytexted him the photos of the sushi scene and told him he was free to call or text whenever he felt like it.
I guess that was my way of trying to let him know that August and I would both be very interested in seeing him again without being too overbearing.