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Cooper didn’t last much longer. He felt Ivy stiffening in his arms and reached down to play with her nub as she had another ear-splitting orgasm. That set him off, and he bellowed out in relief as a colossal buzz of pure erotic delight launched through him. Bodhi took a bit longer as he relished the feel of Cooper’s tight backside. Pulsing with ecstasy, he thrust in and out in a frenzy until he filled Cooper with a stream of ejaculate. Bodhi saw stars behind his closed eyelids.

Cooper was the first to speak up. “Right now, I feel like ‘God’s in his heaven and all’s right with the world.’”

Ivy raised her head and looked at her men. “You guys are full of pithy quotes today,” she chuckled.

“Care to add one?” Bodhi asked with a lazy grin.

“Hmm… I can’t think of any right now, but I will say that that was more fun than a barrel of monkeys.” She giggled at their groans. “Let’s go take a shower, you guys. We’re all lube-y and cummy.”

Chapter 32

Ivy was so bolstered by their incredible sex-capades the day before, she asked over breakfast, “I’d like us all to get together with Casey and his husband and wife. Are you two up for it? I’m sure you guys will like them, and it would be interesting to visit with more people in a triad.”

“Sure,” answered Cooper.

Bodhi nodded and said, “Sounds great. See if you can set something up. And, by the way, you can both stop babysitting me now. I’m fine and I need to get back to work as badly as the both of you do. I have investments that need my attention, and I still have to extricate myself from the lease on the London apartment and get some stuff shipped here.” He looked fondly at Cooper then Ivy and added, “I can’t tell you both how much your help and support meant to me while I was a mess.” He reached out and grasped their hands. “I love you both so much. I guess I just had to leave and go through a bit of hell to fully appreciate what I had right in front of me all along.”

Cooper got a thoughtful look on his face and asked, “Do you think we’d have actually ever gotten here if you’d stayed, though?” He looked at their doubtful expressions. “I wonder if we’d have ever pushed the envelope or if we’d all have suffered in silence. I was so jealous of both of you, it was driving me crazy.”

“And here, all that time I felt awful knowing I was in love with Bodhi and desperately attracted to his hot best friend,” Ivy interjected. “I thought there had to be something wrong with me that I couldn’t control my… I don’t know… libido or urges or something.”

Bodhi smiled at them ruefully. “I didn’t have a clue how to deal with my feelings either. I was in love with two amazing people at the same time but instead of being honest about it—even to myself—I freaked out and ran away like an idiot,” he muttered. “Not my finest moment.”

“Well, we’re here now, and it’s great.” Cooper looked at Ivy and asked, “When are you going to talk to Casey?”

“I can call him right now, actually.” Smiling, she went to retrieve her phone. As she reentered the kitchen where they were all finishing their coffee, she was already on the phone with her friend, saying, “Oh! Um, well… sure. That would be terrific. Tomorrow night?” She looked toward her men with raised eyebrows and grinned when they both nodded. “Seven? Perfect.” She listened for a moment and widened her eyes. “Oh, you don’t have to do that, we can drive ourselves… Well in that case, I’ll text you the address. Thanks, Casey! I wasn’t calling to wrangle an invitation for all of us, but if you say your chef is as good as all that, we’ll bring our appetites.” She laughed and smiled some more. “We’ll be there. Thanks a lot. I look forward to meeting Willa and Jackson, and the guys are both anxious to meet all of you too.”

After she hung up, she explained that Casey and his family had moved out of their La Jolla beach house because it was being rebuilt, and they were living in his estate out in Rancho Santa Fe.

“They don’t all live together?” Bodhi asked.

“No, it’s not that. They do all live together, but Jackson and Willa were originally next-door neighbors in La Jolla, and now they’re tearing down those two houses and building one big beach house. Casey still has this incredible place in Rancho that they use when they want more privacy. He’s been raving about his chef Phillipe for the longest time, so he says he wants to show him off. Casey loves to be social, so as soon as I said the words ‘get together’ he planned the whole thing. He’s sort of like a force of nature. Oh, and they’re sending us a car and driver.”

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The next evening, they were delighted to see a limousine pull up to their house right on time. A uniformed driver climbed out and explained, “Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Melrose like to make sure their friends get home safely after a dinner party.”

“Mr. Mitchell?” asked Bodhi.

“Sorry, I should have explained, Bodhi,” Ivy said. “Casey’s husband and lifelong friend is Jackson Mitchell—you know, the inventor of Face-to-Face.”

“Oh…thatMr. Mitchell. Cool.” Bodhi’s grin was nearly ear-to-ear and his smile looked even more dazzling than usual because he’d shaved off his beard. His captivating chin dimple showed itself once again—much to the delight of his two lovers.

Admiring Bodhi’s handsome face, Ivy added, “Wait until you guys see this house. I went to a party there before I met you, and it was magnificent. Casey’s taste is impeccable.”

∞∞∞

Casey’s family proved to be as charming and welcoming to them as if they were all long-lost friends. Jackson greeted them with a toddler in his arms whom he introduced as Matilda. Willa, a gorgeous, down-to-earth blonde vision, who was visibly pregnant again, gave everyone a hug. And Casey seemed to be in his element entertaining everyone. They started with a tour of the grounds around the property. He’d been adding on lately. The acreage now included another beautiful—though smaller—house where he explained that Chef Phillipe and his wife Gabrielle lived.

“A live-in chef with his own house sounds like a pretty good deal,” observed Bodhi.

“Phillipe is more than our chef. He’s like part of the family now. Not… part of the triad,” Casey explained. “So don’t get the wrong idea. But we love having him and his wife around, and this way he doesn’t have to commute to work.”

After drinks and chatting, they all sat down at an enormous table. Phillipe joined them, asking them to excuse his wife’s tardiness. “She’ll be along soon. She got held up with an international call.”

Ivy blinked and asked, “What kind of work does she do?”

Casey snorted. “Monkey business!” The guests eyed him quizzically.

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