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While helping Bodhi pack up Blair’s belongings, Ivy pointed out, “This stuff is all knock-off designer junk. Not one thing is what it’s supposed to be. She really was a fraud through and through, wasn’t she?” Nevertheless, they donated every last item to charity—even the fake designer luggage.

Finally, the three of them had their own personal memorial at home, toasting one last time to Blair’s sorry memory. There hadn’t been anyone else to invite or notify as far as they knew. During their somber acknowledgment, the Telophase Cremation Society took her ashes out to sea for a water burial in the Pacific Ocean.

Chapter 20

Bodhi thought he ought to be feeling himself returning to normal, but although the idea of having lost a child no longer haunted him, he still felt seething anger toward Blair for all she’d put him through. On top of that, he felt guilty for being so angry at someone who was clearly unhinged, extremely sick, and probably didn’t know what to do with herself. What was it, he wondered daily, that drew Blair to me? Why was she so fixated on me? Am I just expecting a logical answer when one doesn’t exist? The woman was clearly not well mentally.

After their memorial of sorts, Ivy and Cooper tried giving him space at first and then they tried their best to cheer up Bodhi with interesting conversation, but he was like a shadow of his former self. Bodhi had always taken pride in his appearance, but now he stopped shaving, and combing his hair seemed like an inconvenience. At least he showered regularly. Often, he glared at the television all night and slept on the couch at weird hours. They attempted to get him out to the beach or out for a run, but he never seemed to have the energy.

Ivy even asked Bodhi if he’d like to teach her how to surf. He just shrugged and said, “Maybe. But not today.” Then he would ask the questions he repeated over and over. “Why did she have to target me? How did I miss that she was so sick? Why was it so important to lie to me? What kind of a sick-o pretends to be having your baby just to get health insurance? She knew I’d find out eventually! Didn’t she care?” And on and on it went. One of his favorites seemed to be, “How could I have been so stupid?”

Finally, Ivy and Cooper were sick and tired of Bodhi moping around looking angry all the time and decided to stage something of an intervention—their own style. One night after dinner, they got on either side of him, grasped him firmly by the arms, and took charge as they escorted him down the hall.

“You need this, Bodhi,” ordered Ivy. “Cooper and I want to raise your spirits in the best way possible. It’s for your own good.” She winked at him, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, Bodhi felt something inside himself coming to life. Or maybe it was just the beginnings of a boner.

Cooper shoved Bodhi down on the bed and unceremoniously began to remove his buddy’s clothes. Bodhi got an amused expression on his face as Ivy started removing her own clothing next to him.

“We’ll take care of you, Bodhi. You don’t need to do anything,” she purred as Bodhi ogled her glorious tits. He loved those tits. She began to stroke his body and massage his muscles as Cooper shucked off his clothes.

“We’re going to make you feel so good,” she crooned as she stroked his growing erection. She sat on one side of Bodhi, and Cooper sat on the other. They used their hands on him together and separately. As she leaned in to kiss his belly, Cooper kissed Bodhi on the mouth. Then they traded places with their mouths.

Cooper looked at Ivy, and they both scooted down to where they could use their mouths together on Bodhi’s now rigid dick. They licked it up and down, dueling for position as they mixed kissing each other with licking Bodhi. Ivy began to use her tongue to stroke the base of his shaft as Cooper engulfed the head with his mouth.

Bodhi let out a rasping growl of appreciation.Why have I been trying to deny myself this pleasure?he asked himself.How stupid. He reached down to stroke the heads of the two people most dear to him in his life. He didn’t want to feel like a pity fuck, but the fact that they took over was surprisingly gratifying and undeniably arousing.Maybe I don’t always have to take charge. I really kind of like this for a change.

“Bodhi?” Ivy asked, blinking up at him. “We have an idea of something that both Cooper and I love, but you and I never did it together. Are you game for an experiment? We can do to you what Cooper loves me to do to him, only this way it will be better.”

Bodhi’s level of arousal was reaching a colossal high, so he croaked out, “Sure. Do whatever it is.” He didn’t miss that his lovers smiled knowingly at each other and looked eager.

Cooper reached around and came back with a bottle of lube and a strange-looking dildo. Bodhi felt his insides turn into mush at the sight of it.

“Ivy likes the dick end, and I like the plug end. You can try both if you want. I can’t wait to use this on you,” Cooper explained softly. His eyes bore into Bodhi’s with shining intensity. He greased up the glass plug end first and commanded Bodhi, “Raise your knees and open your legs for us.”

Ivy leaned back down and sucked the head of Bodhi’s erection into her mouth. He let out a long, satisfied moan as he felt the silky warmth of her tongue and lips. She stroked up and down in time with her sucking.

Cooper, in the meantime, gently shoved Bodhi’s legs apart and lifted his balls. He stroked a lubed finger around and around Bodhi’s puckered hole, making Bodhi tighten up his muscles in surprise. After the lube was spread around, Cooper lightly pushed against the opening with the tip of his finger.

Bodhi gasped at this sensation that was completely foreign and yet exciting to him. His breathing sped up as Cooper exerted more pressure on his asshole. Then he felt the tip of Cooper’s finger entering him, and Bodhi’s eyes slammed shut as he muttered, “Fuck.” And then, “Don’t stop.”

He relished the feel of Ivy playing with his titanium erection while Cooper eased his finger in and out of Bodhi’s opening. Nothing could have prepared him for the strength of the sensations that swept through his tense body.

“Relax your muscles,” ordered Cooper. And as he felt Bodhi do so, he dribbled a little more lube onto his fingers and probed Bodhi now with two digits at the same time. Cooper smiled as Bodhi gasped and writhed. He stroked in and out with gentle pressure until he could feel the muscles softening. At that point, he said, “I’m going to use the plug now.”

Bodhi’s eyes flew open, and he watched with rapt attention as Cooper slicked the glass plug end with more lube. Cooper lowered it between Bodhi’s legs and pushed.

With a huge intake of breath, Bodhi tried to relax his anal muscles. He’d thought about what this might feel like, but only in vague terms. He kept his eyes on Cooper’s serious expression. Cooper seemed to be holding back—not wanting to hurt Bodhi. Suddenly the need to be filled overtook Bodhi with a vengeance and he shoved himself against the toy in Cooper’s hand. A slash of pain ripped through his body with alarming speed and intensity, radiating out from his core to his extremities, and his face went rigid as his jaw dropped and his eyes bugged. The pain was so all-encompassing, he felt reborn by it as it morphed into exquisite pleasure. The sensation drove away everything in his mind except the rhapsody of his exhilaration.

“Relax, man. Take it slow and it won’t hurt,” Cooper explained softly. He started to pull away with the toy.

“Don’t stop!” Bodhi ordered. “Fuck me with it, Cooper!”

Cooper’s expression went from concern to delight, and Ivy chuckled as she kept sucking and stroking Bodhi’s dick. Cooper thrust the plug all the way to the hilt and then began manipulating it in and out incrementally.

Bodhi let out a long moan and asked in a choked voice, “Can you try the other end? I need more.”

Cooper removed the plug, causing Bodhi to cry out as the widest part breached his sphincter. He watched avidly as Cooper now greased up the longer, phallic end of the toy. It was a beautiful piece of erotic art with a raised blue accent that swirled around a clear cylinder of glass. The entire piece measured about ten inches in length with a barrier about two-thirds the way down that separated the two elements.

Cooper placed the phallus against Bodhi’s hole and gently pushed it inside. This time Bodhi saw stars when he felt its length penetrating him more deeply than the plug end had done. He growled in pleasure when it bumped against his prostate and moaned when Cooper twisted it as he pumped the toy in and out. The textured edges played against Bodhi’s sensitive opening, and each time it hit his prostate, he wanted to explode with ecstasy. He held back with colossal effort.

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