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“If I said it was all too much and I couldn’t survive that kind of relationship? What would you do?” “I’d spend the rest of my life with you, happy and in love with you, no different from today,” I admitted honestly. “But you’d never be complete.” She whispered. “You’d never be whole without them.” I sighed, “No, I don’t think I would be. But I’d survive. The difference is, I wouldn’t survive without you.”
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A while down the trail, she gave in and broke the silence again. “I’m attracted to them.” She said it like she was confessing to murder in the middle of a police station and was expecting to be punished for it.
Dallin was bi-sexual. And polyamorous. And wonderful. And loving. And tender. And terrifying. And far more experienced than I was. And I didn’t know what the fuck to do with my hands.
“I promise you, I’m in it for life with you, baby. I just hope to add to our happy life, not separate and categorize it.”
“Because there are two of you and one of me. Two-thirds of the questions will be tame, leaving only every third question to be naughty. It’s the best I can offer at the moment.” He shrugged. “Because I’m horny as a frat boy and five of my seven favorite holes to stick my dick into are sitting right here in front of me, flirting with each other and making me so fucking hard I’m dangerously close to coming in my pants. Take it or leave it.”
“Poly relationships are all about gaining things, baby. Lovers, connections, allies, and freedom.”
“You let him go, long before I found him.” She challenged. “I came back for him,” I said, and then groaned in frustration and bit my tongue to stop myself from saying anything else. “What do you mean?” She asked, softening her tone. “When?” “It doesn’t matter.”
“You’re never rude to her. Never.” He looked into my eyes as he said it. “You want to treat me and Parker like emotional punching bags fine, but you treat her like that, and I’ll treat you like a physical bag and knock the ever-living shit out of you. Understood?”
Me: You’re both fucking grounded and in the doghouse. If she sucks the sauce off her hot wings like a cock, I’m done. I can only break so many noses in one bar on my own. Dallin: You can also get her out of there at any point and bend her over literally any surface she chooses on the way home and fuck her brains out for being such a naughty girl.
“There’s romance in creating something with your own hands for someone you love.”
I tried. I wanted it written on my headstone someday, that I did really, really try to keep my eyes above the waist as he stood unashamed and unobscured in front of me for the first time. But I failed. I was a failure. A dirty, pathetic, aroused, and horny failure that let my eyes fall on the thick cock swinging between his legs, not even hard, yet still intimidatingly thick.
“I’m choosing you,” D yelled loud enough for me to hear as he slid his nighttime glasses on. “Right now, right here, right this moment, I choose you.”
“I love you, Dallin. And I love Parker too. And believe it or not, I’m falling for Rey too.” Elation filled my system from his declaration. “But I’m not ready to run right back and settle it all.” He sighed, “I want to be selfish for a day or two.” “Selfish?” I asked, wondering what he meant. He nodded his head and slid back off my thighs before standing up next to the bed. “I want to stay here tonight, at least. I want to reconnect with you before I try to build this whole thing with her.”
“Daddy,” I growled, running my hand up the long line of her spine to her hair and grabbing a handful. “Right now, I’m your fucking daddy.”
“Do you have a God kink, baby?” I asked, pulling the toy out and pushing it back in. “You keep calling for him.” “Would you prefer I summon Satan?” She challenged, dropping her head between her arms as I started fucking her. “Now you’re talking about my people.” I smiled into the darkness.
“Reyna, my love,” Dallin swallowed. “Kitten,” I added with a smirk, as she let out a breathy giggle. “Baby Girl.” Parker inserted. “Will you do us the honor of committing the rest of your life to the three of us, promising to keep us a solid unit of four for however long the almighty deems us worthy of this life?”
“Yes!” She cried after a while, pulling back and kissing each of us before wiping away her tears. “Yes, a million times over.” “Thank God!” Parker cheered. “And Satan,” I added, drawing another giggle from her lips at our inside joke, before Dallin rose, pulling her to her feet and into his arms.
