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love your wife , and you both try to give each other what you can, but it’ll never be enough. Kat’s off playing sadistic reindeer games with your father’s cousin. Your husband is officially AWOL because he refuses to admit he’s bisexual, and Cort’s cock is pointing in one direction- at your father. Cort is losing his fucking mind. You’re all uncomfortably living in my house, and our lusts are rising out of control. You’ll either have to move or we can all give into temptation.”
“I’m working on that,” Ezra defensively says.
“You do that,” I say dismissively. “Take your time; that isn’t what this conversation is about , anyway. We’ve been friends since forever. I want you happy,” I murmur and place an affectionate touch to his shoulder. I smile when he relaxes into my caress.
“Cort’s only going to Marcus because he’s a pussy. Cort needs a strong top and you ain’t that,” I tease, and Ezra smirks at me without shame. “I happen to know someone who’s even stronger than that asshole who’s taking my wife away.”
“Oh, yeah…” he drawls, feigning a lack of interest. “And who might that be?”
“Me,” I say without a shred of arrogance. “I bow to no man. I will always be the man when it comes to sex- something Regina doesn’t like to accept,” I grumble.
“I can help you with that,” Ezra smugly offers, his eyes twinkling like stars through gray storm clouds.
“Do tell,” I purr , thoroughly intrigued. Regina’s mind is one that I’ll never crack even with a lifetime.
“After you,” he gestures for me to continue on my path.
“Fair enough,” I concede. “Right now your marital life is balancing on a knife’s edge. The only person holding you all back from being happy is Cortez. You can’t change it, so you might as well seek what you need. You’ll never be happy unless you’re in the middle. It’s why your marriage would work if only he’d come to grips with reality.”
“Don’t analyze my marriage,” the pissed off psychiatrist hisses. “Tell me s omething I don’t already know. You think I don’t breathe this shit with every breath?”
“I happen to know a very strong top that is a sexy beast,” I snicker while waggling my eyebrows , completely ignoring his furious outburst. “I also know a beautifully gay, bottom to a fault, man who will make your toes curl.” If Dalton isn’t ready for our happily ever after, maybe he’ll be happy fucking our way there.
Ezra grabs my shoulders in an unrelenting clench of his elegant fingers. “What do you need from me,” he says with an intensity that borders on madness. His eyes flare with a deep hunger I’ve never experienced and I’d do anything to feed.
“Get a pass, Ezra,” I state as if the answer to all of his problems is that simple, and it is. “Your wife has access to any female she wants and to our well-hung sadist. Cortez would defy nature just to be near Marcus. Yet you, Ezra, are denied. Don’t ask, tell them- tell them you’re taking a lover since they won’t feed your needs.”
“I can’t,” Ezra cries, his fingers raking through his blond hair- frustration leaks from every pore. “I can’t hurt them like that,” is gutturally torn from his chest.
“They don’t seem to have a problem hurting you,” I point out. I pat his hands in comfort because tears are welling in his eyes. Ezra holds his eyes wide to ensure that the surface of the moisture doesn’t break and blink tears down his cheeks.
“Get a pass,” I coax, just as much for me as him. “Let them know what they are throwing away without any thought. Push Cort into Marc’s arms. It’s the only way he will get over this insanity. Cortez is in love with you. Any fool can see that. But what will work the best is jealousy. Cort went postal about Dexter, and that was an accident. Imagine his reaction to you taking a real lover and asking for permission first.”
“It will kill him,” Ezra bites
“I’m working on that,” Ezra defensively says.
“You do that,” I say dismissively. “Take your time; that isn’t what this conversation is about , anyway. We’ve been friends since forever. I want you happy,” I murmur and place an affectionate touch to his shoulder. I smile when he relaxes into my caress.
“Cort’s only going to Marcus because he’s a pussy. Cort needs a strong top and you ain’t that,” I tease, and Ezra smirks at me without shame. “I happen to know someone who’s even stronger than that asshole who’s taking my wife away.”
“Oh, yeah…” he drawls, feigning a lack of interest. “And who might that be?”
“Me,” I say without a shred of arrogance. “I bow to no man. I will always be the man when it comes to sex- something Regina doesn’t like to accept,” I grumble.
“I can help you with that,” Ezra smugly offers, his eyes twinkling like stars through gray storm clouds.
“Do tell,” I purr , thoroughly intrigued. Regina’s mind is one that I’ll never crack even with a lifetime.
“After you,” he gestures for me to continue on my path.
“Fair enough,” I concede. “Right now your marital life is balancing on a knife’s edge. The only person holding you all back from being happy is Cortez. You can’t change it, so you might as well seek what you need. You’ll never be happy unless you’re in the middle. It’s why your marriage would work if only he’d come to grips with reality.”
“Don’t analyze my marriage,” the pissed off psychiatrist hisses. “Tell me s omething I don’t already know. You think I don’t breathe this shit with every breath?”
“I happen to know a very strong top that is a sexy beast,” I snicker while waggling my eyebrows , completely ignoring his furious outburst. “I also know a beautifully gay, bottom to a fault, man who will make your toes curl.” If Dalton isn’t ready for our happily ever after, maybe he’ll be happy fucking our way there.
Ezra grabs my shoulders in an unrelenting clench of his elegant fingers. “What do you need from me,” he says with an intensity that borders on madness. His eyes flare with a deep hunger I’ve never experienced and I’d do anything to feed.
“Get a pass, Ezra,” I state as if the answer to all of his problems is that simple, and it is. “Your wife has access to any female she wants and to our well-hung sadist. Cortez would defy nature just to be near Marcus. Yet you, Ezra, are denied. Don’t ask, tell them- tell them you’re taking a lover since they won’t feed your needs.”
“I can’t,” Ezra cries, his fingers raking through his blond hair- frustration leaks from every pore. “I can’t hurt them like that,” is gutturally torn from his chest.
“They don’t seem to have a problem hurting you,” I point out. I pat his hands in comfort because tears are welling in his eyes. Ezra holds his eyes wide to ensure that the surface of the moisture doesn’t break and blink tears down his cheeks.
“Get a pass,” I coax, just as much for me as him. “Let them know what they are throwing away without any thought. Push Cort into Marc’s arms. It’s the only way he will get over this insanity. Cortez is in love with you. Any fool can see that. But what will work the best is jealousy. Cort went postal about Dexter, and that was an accident. Imagine his reaction to you taking a real lover and asking for permission first.”
“It will kill him,” Ezra bites
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