“Let’s just see where things take us. How about that?”
“Yeah.” I snuggled up to his side and threw a leg over his waist. “You’re amazing. You know that, right?”
The left side of his mouth hitched up in a smile. “You’re the amazing one. I’m just glad I get to do this with you.”
“No regrets?”
“No regrets.”
8
JIM
Without Merry, the house was quiet. Luckily, his flights that required him to be away from home for days were rare, but I sure missed the heck out of him. That boy was the highlight of my day, period. When we’d discussed his job, he’d been willing to quit, but I’d forbidden it. Only a few times did I need to put my foot down, and then was such a time. He loved that job. And judging by the awards and recognitions he’d received, he was damn good at it. Taking that away from him was a no-no. I’d never wanted him to feel restricted. Not like he’d been with his upbringing.
Maybe I should have invited Cairo and Brandt over, but we’d only had sex on schedule. Merry and I were open to possibilities of forming something stronger with them, but given they kept extending our sex surrogacy sessions, we weren’t sure about their opinion. For sure, the sex was hot. We’d explored from voyeurism, watching the others fuck while we enjoyed the view, to testing the waters with a kinky roleplay scene of cucking. When they’d suggested it, I’d been surprised, but not quite. They’d been receptive to trying new things. Over the past monthand a half, they’d definitely opened up under Merry’s and my care.
The truth was, I had fallen for both of them. How could I not? They were both sweet, kind men who were thoughtful and tender with each other. Merry and I liked that.
My phone rang, and I picked it up from the table next to the lounge chair. I smiled. Thinking of the little daredevil.
“Hey, sweetheart. How’s London?”
“Rainy. Depressing. I miss you. I miss the sunshine. I miss our neighbors.”
“Now, Merry, remember what we agreed on? We’re acting in a professional capacity, so if we change our relationship, they have to be the ones initiating it.”
He let out a growl. “I know. I’ve never been this impatient. Don’t they like us? We practically spend all our time together. Why don’t they want us?”
The insecurity crept into Merry’s voice. He’d been full of them when we’d just met and he’d been in the early stages of his transition. That he was slipping back into that kind of negative thought showed me how much he liked Cairo and Brandt. What if our friends didn’t feel the same way about us? Merry would be crushed. We had an open lifestyle, but we’d never gotten close like this to anyone else.
“Baby, even if they don’t want to be with us, that is not a reflection on us.”
“Deep down, I know that.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“I’m going to take my two-week vacation next month. I need some time off from work. Maybe we can go to Fiji?”
“That sounds wonderful. I still have my leave saved up, so when you get back, I’ll apply for mine, and we’ll go to Fiji. We’ll have sex with all the gay and bi men on the island at night, sleep all day, and eat in bed.”
Merry giggled, and I smiled. Good. He was getting out of his funk.
“If you can get Cairo and Brandt to go with us, I won’t need all the men in Fiji.”
“I’m on it.”
“Awesome. I have to go now. I love you, big guy.”
“Back at ya, sweetheart. Call me when you’re in your hotel, and we’ll have phone sex.”
“Now I’m going to think of that all day. I’ll call you later.”
“Bye.”
I ended the call. The sunlight glistened off the water of the pool. Maybe a swim would clear my head. How would I convince Cairo and Brandt to go to Fiji with us? Would they buy it if I told them it could be a part of our sex therapy?
“Hey, Jim.”