while later in the warm stream of the shower, was really a breast man. He cupped, fondled and played with hers until she was almost frantic, and when Ran gently inserted two fingers into her already pulsing vaginal passage as Rick bent his dark head and suckled her nipples under the warm stream of the water, the pleasure was sublime, acute…perfect.
It was a journey of wicked discovery to have two lovers, and quite frankly, she thought as she rolled to her side once they’d all gone to bed, exhausted, replete and she was too tired to even regret what she’d done as she drifted to sleep. Rick’s arm was loosely draped at her waist and Ran’s rangy body sprawled on the other side of her, and she came to the conclusion that fantasies might be all well and good, but realities were even better.
Epilogue
Three months later
The house was quiet. Lacey frowned, letting herself into the spacious front hallway, the smell of polished wood faintly overlaid by a whiff of something else, a hint of oregano maybe and definitely a touch of garlic.
Neither Ran nor Rick could cook, and she hesitated a minute because it actually smelled pretty good.
The text she’d received had been pretty uninformative. Dinner at the house. We have your favorite wine and a little surprise.
She texted back. Like what ?
Hell, Lace, don’t you get the word SURPRISE.
She’d laughed, of course. Ran loved surprises because drama was his forte.
On the other hand, having her favorite wine was no doubt Rick’s idea—he tended to be thoughtful in small, sensitive ways. The first time he told her he loved her had involved a ridiculous amount of roses and dinner at an extremely romantic restaurant. His confession that he’d been feeling guilty ever since the first time they’d met because he was so attracted to her was something she could understand full well.
Maybe dinner was the surprise, because she usually did the cooking unless they just tossed steaks or chicken on the grill.
Waldo came around the corner then, galloping in clumsy joy. The puppy was already a monster at only about four months old. He completely misjudged the amount of time it took to stop, skidded right past her and then sprawled by the front door before he scrambled up and came to greet her, his tail wagging furiously. A pink tongue swabbed her leg and she bent to lift him off her foot—he was heavy already—and pat his head.
The little ruffian regularly stole her purse and he’d already chewed off one strap she’d had to pay a small fortune to have replaced, so she clutched her bag and took it with her toward the kitchen. She set it up high, out of his sometimes-inventive reach. “Hello?”
No response, but the kitchen really was full of fantastic smells, and on the polished granite countertop sat a bottle of wine along with a crystal glass. Propped against the glass was a small note, “Join us upstairs.”
“What does this mean?” she mused out loud to Waldo, who responded by running in an exuberant circle at her feet and then collapsing, panting, on the floor. “What are they up to anyway?”
They. It sounded odd but this dynamic worked. Two of them, one of her, but connected on a very compelling, elemental and yet also intellectual basis. Rick was ridiculously busy. Ran also worked long hours, and so did she sometimes. When they were all together, it was relaxing…comfortable. The two of them had dinner together alone now and then too, when she had other plans…just the way they always had. Surprisingly enough, their friendship might even be better.
It worked .
The puppy both Rick and Ran spoiled in a way that should embarrass any full grown man just propped his head on his paws and looked at her.
No help there, but she had a feeling she’d need the wine. Splashing a generous amount of the white Bordeaux into the delicate glass, she went out into the hall and to the elegant stairs, admiring as always the solid walnut banister, refinished and satiny
It was a journey of wicked discovery to have two lovers, and quite frankly, she thought as she rolled to her side once they’d all gone to bed, exhausted, replete and she was too tired to even regret what she’d done as she drifted to sleep. Rick’s arm was loosely draped at her waist and Ran’s rangy body sprawled on the other side of her, and she came to the conclusion that fantasies might be all well and good, but realities were even better.
Epilogue
Three months later
The house was quiet. Lacey frowned, letting herself into the spacious front hallway, the smell of polished wood faintly overlaid by a whiff of something else, a hint of oregano maybe and definitely a touch of garlic.
Neither Ran nor Rick could cook, and she hesitated a minute because it actually smelled pretty good.
The text she’d received had been pretty uninformative. Dinner at the house. We have your favorite wine and a little surprise.
She texted back. Like what ?
Hell, Lace, don’t you get the word SURPRISE.
She’d laughed, of course. Ran loved surprises because drama was his forte.
On the other hand, having her favorite wine was no doubt Rick’s idea—he tended to be thoughtful in small, sensitive ways. The first time he told her he loved her had involved a ridiculous amount of roses and dinner at an extremely romantic restaurant. His confession that he’d been feeling guilty ever since the first time they’d met because he was so attracted to her was something she could understand full well.
Maybe dinner was the surprise, because she usually did the cooking unless they just tossed steaks or chicken on the grill.
Waldo came around the corner then, galloping in clumsy joy. The puppy was already a monster at only about four months old. He completely misjudged the amount of time it took to stop, skidded right past her and then sprawled by the front door before he scrambled up and came to greet her, his tail wagging furiously. A pink tongue swabbed her leg and she bent to lift him off her foot—he was heavy already—and pat his head.
The little ruffian regularly stole her purse and he’d already chewed off one strap she’d had to pay a small fortune to have replaced, so she clutched her bag and took it with her toward the kitchen. She set it up high, out of his sometimes-inventive reach. “Hello?”
No response, but the kitchen really was full of fantastic smells, and on the polished granite countertop sat a bottle of wine along with a crystal glass. Propped against the glass was a small note, “Join us upstairs.”
“What does this mean?” she mused out loud to Waldo, who responded by running in an exuberant circle at her feet and then collapsing, panting, on the floor. “What are they up to anyway?”
They. It sounded odd but this dynamic worked. Two of them, one of her, but connected on a very compelling, elemental and yet also intellectual basis. Rick was ridiculously busy. Ran also worked long hours, and so did she sometimes. When they were all together, it was relaxing…comfortable. The two of them had dinner together alone now and then too, when she had other plans…just the way they always had. Surprisingly enough, their friendship might even be better.
It worked .
The puppy both Rick and Ran spoiled in a way that should embarrass any full grown man just propped his head on his paws and looked at her.
No help there, but she had a feeling she’d need the wine. Splashing a generous amount of the white Bordeaux into the delicate glass, she went out into the hall and to the elegant stairs, admiring as always the solid walnut banister, refinished and satiny
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