Chapter 34

Asher

Beside her support, my mother also gives me a few pieces of advice. "You'll get flack from the townspeople, be prepared for that" , was the first thing she said after she assured me that she supported me and Sawyer wholeheartedly. She also asked me to consider what this would mean for my career. The stigma associated with a polyamorous lifestyle is going to be a mountain we may not be able to scale, especially with the current political climate where anything that deviates from the norm is likely to be dealt with.

But the advice she needed me to adhere to was to keep things quiet for as long as possible.

It helps that we live on the outskirts of town and hardly have neighbors who would be able to monitor our comings and goings.

The fact that Reece works with Sawyer is also a convenient front.

As I make my way home now, I think about how we would maintain such a relationship publicly. Reece's father would just fucking obliterate him. And what about me? How would it fly with the school? Already, I'm an anomaly being in a marriage with a man.

But I can't give Reece up a second time. And certainly not over public opinion.

I pull up to the house, my heart leaping at the sight of Sawyer's truck already parked outside. Reece must be with him.

Inside, a soft murmur of voices carries from the kitchen. When I enter, a smile makes its way to my face. Setting down the food that my mother packed, I approach the two men I love endlessly, wrapped in each other's arms. They turn at the same time.

Sawyer's eyes light up. "I thought I heard you pull in," he says.

Reece looks up at me. His shyness touches me. "Hi," he says.

I press my lips to Sawyer's. "Mom sent the whole kitchen." His eyes dance even more, "Pecan pie?"

"Yep." While Sawyer busies himself with unpacking the food, I turn to Reece. "Hi," I say.

He smiles, but his eyes are red. "Hi."

I touch my thumb to the area beneath his eyes. "You okay?"

He nods. "Just . . . I was thinking about Abby today. And I was telling Sawyer about her and – and—"

I pull him into my arms.

"I'm okay now," he whispers against my chest.

Still, I hold him to me. I should've been there when it happened. I should've been there for him when he needed someone to hold him and tell him he'd be okay even after Abby.

He pulls away after a long moment, gazing up at me. "I'm okay," he says.

Leaning in, I rub my lips gently over his. He reaches up, takes my mouth with his, kissing me deeply. I shift so I'm closer to him, pulling him into my arms. Wrapped up in each other, we kiss tenderly. Oh, how much I love him. I want to give him everything, and everything, and more. I will. Now, I can .

Sawyer closes the refrigerator and comes to stand at my side. He slips his arms around my waist and places the side of his head on my shoulder, watching me kiss Reece.

Reece is the first to break the kiss, but only so he can move an inch closer to Sawyer. Their lips meet. He moves his lips between me and Sawyer, alternating kisses, and soon, it's a three-way kiss. First, Sawyer's mouth on mine. Then, my mouth on Reece's and on and on it goes. We won't eat dinner at this rate.

I pull back. "I'll grab a shower. Why don't I meet you upstairs?" I ask with a smile.

Reece's mouth drops. "Upstairs?"

Sawyer groans. "Fuck, Ash. Get that shower immediately." Then, he takes Reece by the hand and pulls him toward the stairs. They kiss on the way up, Sawyer engulfing Reece and burying him into his large frame. I follow behind watching them kiss their way to the bedroom.

While Sawyer and Reece kiss in the middle of the bedroom, I head for the shower, my cock hard and my balls heavy with need and lust.

I don't know if you're supposed to love people in this way. I didn't know I could feel this way about two people, that I could want them so equally and so desperately.

Right now, I don't care about the hows and the whys and the consequences and public opinions. Right now, I want Reece's body pressed between me and Sawyer, I want to take his body and make it mine again and I want Sawyer, my husband, to touch him and know, too, what it's like to know Reece like this.