Page 8 of A Long Time Coming

“Thank you, farm boy.” I leave to check on the dining table for no reason. It’s gorgeous as always. The woman is impeccable at everything she does.

The doorbell rings, and I yell out, “Got it,” as I pass the kitchen.

Swinging the door open wide, I grin wildly at our two best friends.

“Why are you just standing there smiling at us like that? It’s cold as fuck out here.”

I laugh and try to block Wyatt from coming in, but I’m no match for the former rugby player.

“Get out my way,” he says, laughing as he practically picks me up and moves me.

Alex hugs me, shaking his head. “My apologies for my husband, as always.”

“No apologies needed. We love him anyway.”

“Just him?” Alex asks, pretending to be offended.

I punch him lightly on the shoulder. “You know better.”

“Hello, my love,” Wyatt says, his voice booming through the open first floor.

“If the man didn’t love dick so much, I’d be a little concerned he’d leave me for your wife.”

I sputter out a laugh at Alex’s out-of-character comment. He usually only gets mouthy after we ply him with alcohol. “Well, let’s both be glad for that, then.”

“Solidarity,” Alex says. He catches my look of confusion and chuckles again. “No worries. I’m not drunk. Not yet, at least. It’s just been a day.”

“I hate to hear that, but let’s go see what Melly can offer as a solution.”

We’re close, the four of us. We joke about sex all the time, but tonight is the first time I’ve ever seen a semi-serious reaction out of either of them. A flash of heat blazes in Alex’s eyes at the mention of Mel so quickly I nearly miss it.

That’s interesting… not unlike the fullness in my ass right now. I decide to push back against the heat with a little banter.

“You’re not like your husband, though, are you? Not entirely, anyway.”

Alex’s eyes widen infinitesimally, but he recovers. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”

“Wasn’t laughing.” I smile at him, but I think he can tell I’m not joking. “Maybe you’re the one I need to watch when it comes to my wife, huh?”

I elbow him as we walk towards the kitchen, and he laughs off my question nervously.

“Get your hands off my woman, Bell.”

“Oh, Nathaniel. You know the only thing I’d ever want from this beautiful creature is permission.”

He winks at me, and I laugh, but something in his tone sounds different tonight.

Maybe it’s all in my head.

Maybe I’m reading into Alex’s expression and Wyatt’s comment, but it’s enough to make me wonder if they think about it. Or talk about it. Or… fantasize about it. About us.

Like we do about them.

Wyatt wraps me in a back-slapping hug, and I return the affection easily. I love these two. They’re easily our favorite people. Their sexual orientation never even crosses my mind.

At least not until now.

Until after our experiences in Mexico.

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