Page 6 of Dying to Meet You

“You heard her. Move,” Keir says sternly.

The main bedroom in the house is Eden’s. Occasionally we’ll join her. Okay, I’m always in here unless she tells me to leave. The bed is the equivalent of two California king beds together. Lots of space to play with. I’d be happy if we all slept in here, but Hutton is antisocial to the tenth degree, Caleb tends to leave to check on kids or animals, and Keir has moments he needs to be alone.

Even though we each have our own rooms, Matt and I spend most of our nights in Eden’s. My bedroom down the hall holds some of my belongings, like a glorified closet and that’s it. Considering the house belonged to Matt long before we met him, the main room should be his, even if he has his things in one of the tiniest rooms of the house.

These stolen moments between Eden and I, are keeping me sane. When days like today strike; high school kids talking back, administration pulling rank over my decisions, even anxiousness over our children adjusting to life I have this to get me through. My fix. Thinking of it this way makes me think of all the replacements addicts find for obsessive behavior, and I hate it. Though it might be true; I could be hooked on sex with them.

Fuck it. I’m not changing anything about that.

Laid out on the fluffy white comforter, with little red marks on her chest, inner thighs, and above her pussy, Eden looks transcendent. She hooks a finger at us, leaning up on her elbows. “I need to feel you both.”

Keir and I glance at each other as we crawl onto the bed with indulgent smiles. “Fucking hell…Do you understand just how damn sexy you are? No? Let me show you,” I say as I straddle her. My dick rests on her stomach as I lean down to kiss her. No one knows how to kiss like this. How she manages to share breaths with me, massaging her tongue against mine; and suckling my lips just right, is a mystery.

Moving back until the tip of dick is nudging her opening, I swipe a thumb slowly across her nipple. Keir runs his hand down my back before dragging his teeth across my shoulder blade. Christ. The sleeping animal inside me that loves his rough attention is perking up. “Like that?” he asks before gripping my hips.

He knows damn well I do. Sexy, taunting motherfucker.

We’re nothing but shallow breathing and noises as I push inside our wife, her little squeak fucking satisfying as hell. Keir leans over to grab lube from the bedside table. He runs his lubed finger over my puckered hole, then drizzles more over my crack. His hand runs over my balls. Anticipation makes me lose my rhythm. “No more fucking with me. Are you doing this or not?” I ask impatiently. I’m not lasting long.

Looking over my shoulder at him, he playfully smirks at me. “Hmm...maybe not. It depends. Are you going to behave?”

A laugh comes from Eden. “Who’s not being nice now?”

My thrusts are getting wild when Keir doesn’t even bother to ease inside me. He plunges deep and fast. He takes over while I lean back into him. “Fuuuccckkkk. Fuck me.”

“That’s what I’m doing,” he huffs out before biting my back lightly.

Readjusting to take his thick cock, I hold Eden to me as she half sits up. Keir finds her mouth over my shoulder. It’s a feat keeping ourselves quiet knowing that the kids are home, but we manage. Barely.

Keir thrusts into me with force causing me to shout, “Fuuucck…Jesus fuck.” Eden presses her face into my shoulder as I feel her clenching around me, milking me dry. I’m surprised I held on this long as I join her. Seconds later, Keir wraps his arms around us both, his mouth pressed against my other shoulder as I feel him explode.

It’s fucking everything. Pressed together, spent.

While I get washcloths to clean up, Eden lays in Keir’s arms. He presses a kiss to her temple before sighing and closing his eyes. A strange passing thought occurs to me. He looks at peace. Much the same as when I’ve seen him with Matt. Why isn’t that ever the case with me? Why is it primal, almost angry with me?

Stop it. Fucking just stop analyzing this.

If I’m being used, it doesn’t matter. I have Eden and Matt-more than enough love and emotional support. I have my friendship with Caleb. I have the counsel of Hutton. I don’t need more with Keir. I don’t.

They’re both heavy-lidded when I get back with the warm dampened washcloths from the adjoining bathroom. I slide onto the bed next to Eden. Kissing her cheek, I wipe the inside of her legs. “What time is it? I need to talk to Zinnea. I wanted to catch her before supper,” Eden says in a sleepy tone.

Keir takes a cloth from me, helping me clean up. “It’s a quarter after five.”

She sits up abruptly, “I’ve got to get dressed. Shit…shit.” Up and rifling through her dresser for something to wear, she adds, “We need to talk collectively about Zin’s therapy, but I need to speak to her first. Shit.” She pulls a worn blue Belmont College T-shirt over her head before tugging on a pair of black leggings.

Keir collects the washcloths before picking up dropped clothing from the floor. My eyes track him in his glorious nakedness. Jesus, I’m getting fucking hard again. “That doesn’t sound good.” His tone is screaming“I told you so.”Eden pulls her hair back into a ponytail, not making eye contact with either of us.

It’s bad. She’s doing what she always does: deciding if it’s bad enough to warrant disclosing it. That requires her creating distance between the problem and the way we may react to it.

“Hey, you need to talk to Waverly when you get a chance.” Now is as good a time as any to bring this up. “She’s feeling pushed aside.”

Something I’ve felt a time or two in life. I can understand what she’s struggling with.

“Oh?” She furrows her brows at me. “By whom?”

God, she doesn’t want to hear this. “You.”

Tears instantly rise in her eyes. “Me?” Her finger presses into her chest. “Really?”

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