Page 12 of The Partner Predicament

Chapter Eleven

Aspen

None of the books I have read ever explained the morning after. I mean, I knew there would be pain and if I was lucky, pleasure, but no one ever talks about the emotions and stuff. I wake in bed with both men I loved beside me as I relive everything we did last night. It was a lot. All good, but so much to take in.

“I know you’re awake,” Mason whispers in my ear as he runs a hand across my naked stomach. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know,” I grumble.

“What’s bothering you, sweetness?”

“Is there something wrong with me?” I ask, afraid to hear the answer.

He stares at me for long moments before kissing me deeply. “Not a damn thing.”

“I agree,” Jaxon says sleepily as he nuzzles into my neck. “You couldn’t be more perfect if you tried.”

“But it’s not normal,” I start.

“Fuck normal,” Mason growls. “All the normal people I know are living their best shitty life. No one is really happy.”

“Are you happy, little one?” Jaxon asks carefully.

I laugh and shake my head. “I didn’t know anyone could be this happy. I love you both and you love me. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“Then that’s all that matters,” Jaxon says and kisses me deeply.

“That and breakfast,” Mason jokes as he gets out of bed. “We need to feed her, Jaxon. She needs all her energy.” He smirks.

Jaxon laughs and pushes me out of bed where Mason is already waiting with a clean button-up shirt for me to wear. Everything is perfect.

Mason swats me on the ass as he passes me with a smirk. “Come on, sweetness. I am in serious need of some coffee.”

Jaxon follows us downstairs to the kitchen where we each grab a cup of coffee before sitting down.

“So, we are really doing this?” Jaxon asks Mason.

“We were already doing the relationship part, Jaxon. We just weren’t having sex.”

A blush creeps over my face and I know it will take some time getting used to Mason and Jaxon talking so openly about our sex life now.

“What will people say?” I ask softly.

“The same thing they say about Skye,” Mason says. “The women think she’s lucky to have more than one man who’s devoted to her and their children. And the men can’t understand how they can all share.” He says it so matter-of-factly that I stare at him in disbelief. “But that istheirproblem. As long as we know who we are and where we stand, their opinions don’t matter.

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Jaxon

“Fuck,” I grumble as I snap the laptop shut. This manuscript is kicking my ass and I only have a month left before it’s due to my publisher. I know what I want to happen and how I want my characters to progress, but my words are failing me. My muse has left and all I have is shit.

“Problem?” Mason asks from the doorway.

“Fucking novel,” I complain. “Why I ever thought it was a good idea to write romance novels I’ll never know.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks.

Since we decided to be a threesome, I have gotten to know a different side of Mason. He’s kind and considerate, even with me. He goes out of his way to make sure that not only is Aspen happy but I am too. He is the glue that keeps us together and balances us out well.

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