Page 8 of Finding Their Place

“Where is Ash?”

He and his partner were usually connected at the hip. I rarely saw them apart, and every single time I caught how they looked at each other with undisguised love, jealousy stirred inside me.

They’d been together since middle school and still couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

My goal was to find that kind of a relationship.

“He’s on the phone with his mother,” Rhett answered.

I nodded as though it made sense even though I didn’t know the man well. The two of them had grown up back east, so I expected they didn’t get to see their families all that often.

My mom lived less than twenty minutes from me, and I still had to carve out a solid half hour every week for a chat over the phone, and that was atop the weekly Tuesday night dinners with her and Dad.

“She’s on her grandkid kick again, and Ash is just as determined to have a kid of his own.”

“Shit.” I chuckled and drank down the rest of my beer. “I haven’t heard that one from my mom yet, but I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been told it’s time to settle down with a nice girl or guy.”

“She doesn’t have a preference?” Rhett asked, sitting back in his chair, long legs stretched out.

“She and Dad don’t give a shit about my sexuality, and seeing as how I can’t decide which I prefer…”

My mind flitted to Blaine again, that damn jealousy creeping in. He had a man and a woman in his bed every night, the lucky fuck.

“Why not both?”

I glanced over at Rhett but couldn’t make out his eyes behind his sunglasses. Not that he could see mine either for the same reason.

“That’s what Ash and I created the Missing Link app for.”

I’d never considered a triad before, choosing to hook up with whatever sex I was in the mood for at the time.

“So, you and Ash…?”

“We’re both bi and have been together a long time, and although I don’t feel a need for more than him, he wants those children…and not from a surrogate.”

“And you would give him whatever he wants.” I didn’t need to ask that question. It was as clear as day with how Rhett looked at Ashton.

Ash was his person, his peace, his home.

“He wants an angel to pamper like I do with him, and you’re right. It’s the finding part that’s proving difficult.”

“High standards?” I asked. “Because I gotta imagine you’ve got women tripping over themselves to land between the two of you.”

Rhett snickered. “It’ll take a very special woman to make a permanent place in our bed. All I have ever needed is Ash. We’ve shared women in the past to spice things up a bit from time to time, but I’ll take his ass and mouth over a wet pussy any day.”

I chuckled at his blunt honesty. Rich as fuck, posh and suave, Rhett Stirling surprised me quite often.

“I shouldn’t admit this, but the app hasn’t worked for us—yet. But maybe you ought to give it a try considering the thousands who’ve ended up happily in polyamorous relationships,” he suggested and drank down a few swallows of his beer.

“Maybe,” I agreed without really giving it any thought while glancing over the placid surface of their crystalline pool.

“There are all kinds of people profiled. Couples seeking specifics, but the bulk of our customers are singles like you and wanting to explore. There are separate groupings according to needs and desires, filtered down until the best possible matches can be found.”

“So, I’m not the only greedy asshole who can’t make up his mind?”

Rhett smirked and lifted his beer in the air as though toasting. “Why choose?”

Why indeed?

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