those rough edges and without her steadying influence, Heath would have succumbed to his workaholic tendencies long ago.
They needed her and not singularly, but as a unit. This weekend had proven to him that there was no way in hell he could go back to a one man, one woman affair. He prided himself on being a red-blooded heterosexual male, but watching Heath and Kylie together had changed some intrinsic part of him and he knew he’d never view sex the same again. He was convinced that where this relationship was concerned, it was all or nothing and he desperately wanted it all.
Giving up on sleep, Colt pulled on some sweatpants and quietly padded to the kitchen. Maybe a midnight snack would cure his sleeplessness. Maybe it was an empty stomach and not his anxious fears keeping him awake. Yeah right .
Digging around in the fridge, he found some sandwich fixings. Pulling them out, he started putting the ingredients together without thinking.
“That looks good.”
He looked up to find a hungry-looking Heath eyeballing his sandwich.
“Get your own.”
Heath grinned at him as Colt pulled his plate closer as if to protect a precious treasure.
“I think you must be the only man on the planet who’s irritable after sex.”
Colt frowned. “I’m not irritable.”
Heath didn’t reply, merely lifted his eyebrows in disbelief.
“At least, it’s not the sex.”
“Hunger?”
“No.” He wondered if he should try to explain his worries. He’d already attempted to bring the subject up once and Heath had dismissed it.
Heath sat down across from him and started to assemble a sandwich for himself. “Worrying about Monday isn’t going to stop it from coming.”
He glanced up, surprised at Heath’s astuteness.
“We made a mistake. A fucking whopper of a mistake.”
Leaning back against his chair, Heath crossed his arms across his bare chest. “I’d call it a miscalculation, not a mistake.”
“Whatever you call it, wiseass, we’re in the shithouse now.”
Heath’s anger seemed to swell at the comment and Colt suddenly realized he wasn’t alone in his worry. “Damn it, Colt. Do you know exactly what it is you’re considering here?”
“A permanent arrangement.” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He’d expected Heath to be the easy one to convince. He knew Heath wanted this as much as he did, but if he rejected the idea, there was no way Kylie would accept it.
“Colt, people don’t live in ménage situations. It’s a fantasy, not a lifestyle.”
“Who says? If I’ve learned anything from Kylie these last few years, it’s that I’m not living my life to make other people happy. Besides, we’ve all lived together so long, nobody even blinks an eye at us anymore.”
“There’s a difference between platonic roommates and what you’re proposing.”
“Think about it. Kylie knows what she’s getting with us. She’s already proven she can handle the day-to-day living together aspect. She’s put up with our overbearing, sloppy asses for years.”
“There is also a difference between picking up a few dirty dishes and dealing with two Doms in bed. Right now, she can tell us to go to hell if we get over-possessive because we have no real claim on her.”
“And if I know Kylie, she’ll keep right on telling us where to go, lovers or not.”
“Colt, there’s no way she’ll agree to this. We promised her a fantasy weekend with a return to our ‘just friends’ status on Monday. How can we go back on our word?”
“All I’m suggesting is that we ask her.”
Heath rose and walked toward the kitchen window to gaze into the black night and Colt questioned his friend’s feelings. Heath certainly had more to lose if their unusual situation became public knowledge. His friend was next in line for a partnership at the architectural firm where he worked. If the powers that be at his office found out he was an active participant in a ménage a trois, he could be putting his
They needed her and not singularly, but as a unit. This weekend had proven to him that there was no way in hell he could go back to a one man, one woman affair. He prided himself on being a red-blooded heterosexual male, but watching Heath and Kylie together had changed some intrinsic part of him and he knew he’d never view sex the same again. He was convinced that where this relationship was concerned, it was all or nothing and he desperately wanted it all.
Giving up on sleep, Colt pulled on some sweatpants and quietly padded to the kitchen. Maybe a midnight snack would cure his sleeplessness. Maybe it was an empty stomach and not his anxious fears keeping him awake. Yeah right .
Digging around in the fridge, he found some sandwich fixings. Pulling them out, he started putting the ingredients together without thinking.
“That looks good.”
He looked up to find a hungry-looking Heath eyeballing his sandwich.
“Get your own.”
Heath grinned at him as Colt pulled his plate closer as if to protect a precious treasure.
“I think you must be the only man on the planet who’s irritable after sex.”
Colt frowned. “I’m not irritable.”
Heath didn’t reply, merely lifted his eyebrows in disbelief.
“At least, it’s not the sex.”
“Hunger?”
“No.” He wondered if he should try to explain his worries. He’d already attempted to bring the subject up once and Heath had dismissed it.
Heath sat down across from him and started to assemble a sandwich for himself. “Worrying about Monday isn’t going to stop it from coming.”
He glanced up, surprised at Heath’s astuteness.
“We made a mistake. A fucking whopper of a mistake.”
Leaning back against his chair, Heath crossed his arms across his bare chest. “I’d call it a miscalculation, not a mistake.”
“Whatever you call it, wiseass, we’re in the shithouse now.”
Heath’s anger seemed to swell at the comment and Colt suddenly realized he wasn’t alone in his worry. “Damn it, Colt. Do you know exactly what it is you’re considering here?”
“A permanent arrangement.” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He’d expected Heath to be the easy one to convince. He knew Heath wanted this as much as he did, but if he rejected the idea, there was no way Kylie would accept it.
“Colt, people don’t live in ménage situations. It’s a fantasy, not a lifestyle.”
“Who says? If I’ve learned anything from Kylie these last few years, it’s that I’m not living my life to make other people happy. Besides, we’ve all lived together so long, nobody even blinks an eye at us anymore.”
“There’s a difference between platonic roommates and what you’re proposing.”
“Think about it. Kylie knows what she’s getting with us. She’s already proven she can handle the day-to-day living together aspect. She’s put up with our overbearing, sloppy asses for years.”
“There is also a difference between picking up a few dirty dishes and dealing with two Doms in bed. Right now, she can tell us to go to hell if we get over-possessive because we have no real claim on her.”
“And if I know Kylie, she’ll keep right on telling us where to go, lovers or not.”
“Colt, there’s no way she’ll agree to this. We promised her a fantasy weekend with a return to our ‘just friends’ status on Monday. How can we go back on our word?”
“All I’m suggesting is that we ask her.”
Heath rose and walked toward the kitchen window to gaze into the black night and Colt questioned his friend’s feelings. Heath certainly had more to lose if their unusual situation became public knowledge. His friend was next in line for a partnership at the architectural firm where he worked. If the powers that be at his office found out he was an active participant in a ménage a trois, he could be putting his
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