“When did you and Nathaniel start sharing women?” I snuggled closer to him avoiding eye contact, sighing a little when he brushed the hair off my forehead and stroked my face. My question didn’t come from a place of jealousy. I was genuinely curious about their dynamic.
“I think it was about three years ago. We tried dating women individually, but it always felt like something was missing from the relationship. Nat said the same thing. Like the ebb without the flow. Which, I know, sounds weird”—he gave a short, unabashed shrug—“but there’s a connection he and I have with a sub. It’s not sexual between the two of us. It’s just that a relationship doesn’t feel like it’s whole unless we’re both involved in it. Once we realized that, we stopped trying to find a woman for each of us and instead, concentrated our focus on finding the right woman for both of us.”
“I understand. Can I ask another question I’ve been a little curious about?”
Joseph tweaked my nose and smiled. “I already told you yes. There’s nothing we won’t tell you.”
I studied his expression. He was so earnest, so I forged ahead. “Why do you and Nathaniel live together? I mean, I know you’re best friends, but I would think you’d each have your own place.”
He nodded as if understanding my curiosity. “We used to live separately, but once we knew that only a ménage relationship would fulfill our wants and needs, it made sense to start making a home for when we found our partner. It works for us.”
The scent of coffee being brewed and bacon suddenly hit my nose and my stomach rumbled causing Joseph to laugh.
“Why don’t you head downstairs for some breakfast. I have a couple calls to make.”
He kissed me before I crawled out of the bed. I grabbed my robe off the chair and shrugged into it, belting it at the waist. Then I headed downstairs suddenly anxious to see Nathaniel.