Page 199 of Saving Sparrow
“Who’s that?”
Quentin and I had addressed and come to terms with my mother’s suicide early on in therapy. But we’d only recently faced Dylan together, our final wound. It ended with forgiveness because doing so had been vital to our well-being, but we didn’t allow him back into our lives. For whatever reason, I thought it might have been him calling, looking for a way back in.
“Kayden. I’ll call him back.”
We’d also made amends with him and Rachel.
“Well, are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna come kiss your husband good morning?”
I smiled coyly at him. “You’ve gotta earn that kiss.”
“Must you and Elliottalwaysmake me work for what’s mine?” Mirth shone in his gaze.
“Haven’t you ever heard that nothing in life is free?”
“But I already own you, Guelly.”
“I’m not making you work togetme, Q. You’re working tokeepme.”
“Is that so?”
I nodded. “How badly do you want that kiss?”
Quentin narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re going to have to give me more than a kiss.”
“I think you’re getting ahead of yourself. We don’t even know if you’ll earn the kiss.”
“Oh, I’ll earn it.” He tossed the covers back, and I straightened. Seeing Quentin walk never got old. These games used to be important. Elliott and I would use them to motivate him. Now we continued it mostly out of fun, but also because seeing him move filled us with gratitude.
Quentin regained his muscle mass, and even from across the room, it felt like he hovered over me. He rose to his full height, ignoring the cane by his bedside, to prowl over to me, naked, confident, and fully erect.
“Show off,” I joked, backing away to drag things out. Truth was, he hadn’t needed to rely on his cane for a while now. He unleashed that cocky smile on me, and coupled with his morning scruff and stalking gait, he looked downright irresistible.
“Where’s my pretty girl?”
“Cooking you breakfast,” I breathed.
We ended up in the kitchen. Elliott shut the fridge, turning with the eggs and milk in his hand. “Oh,” he said in surprise, then“Oh,”after noticing Quentin’s bobbing erection.
“Breakfast can wait, pretty girl.” He took the eggs and milk, setting them down before leading us into the living room.
Intimacy had been on the back burner for a while. We’d been so afraid one of the alters would appear during sex that we’d waited longer than I’d like to admit before trying. When we finally did, we kept things light and simple, too nervous about Elliott getting overly excited or Quentin getting injured. Now, we fucked like we were making up for lost time, which I guess we were. I felt the strands of our love tightening further every time our bodies came together.
“Take your underwear off, Guelly,” Quentin whispered as he slipped my robe off Elliott’s shoulders. I stepped out of my boxer briefs, opening up for his kiss.
Thunder rumbled around us, and lightning struck. Rain battered at the windows, the tempo matching the rhythm of my heart.
Quentin took turns kissing us, wrapping his hands possessively around our throats. I stroked both his cock and Elliott’s, and Elliott took hold of mine.
The kissing turned frantic, desperate, and needy until we were whimpering, grunting, and pawing at each other’s skin.
The next strike of thunder made the earth shake, or maybe the explosion of our lust caused the ground to shift beneath us.
“I love you, pretty girl. So fucking much it hurts.” Quentin grabbed Elliott by his damp hair, kissing him while he slid his palm to the back of my neck, squeezing.
He left Elliott trembling and breathless, then turned his feral gaze on me. “I can’t live without you, Guelly. My heart breaks with all the love I have for you.”
“Quentin,” I panted, my eyes stinging with tears. I never thought we’d see this day, never thought we’d get to this point where all our secrets were laid bare, and our hearts were wide open.
