Page 41 of Sex, Lies, & Techy Guys (Love on the Sunshine Coast)

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that?”

“What are you ready for?”

“How about we stick to exploring the bedroom right now.”

“I’m game.” Kyle grabs her ticket and tosses them behind us on the couch. Then he lifts her and I crack up that he’s already sporting an erection. It is hard to control those things around her. I stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her, trapping her between the two of us.

I whisper in her ear. “Hey, if you’re not comfortable with that, we don’t have to do it. But we could set personal goals like have sex on every continent. Sex in every major city. Or defile every beach we visit.”

“Great, can we add getting arrested in every country? That does not sound like a good idea. I’ll be happy to keep our sexual explorations to hotel rooms. But you boys—”

“Can’t get enough of you.” I add onto her statement. “What do you think?”

“About what? We’ve got a lot of questions on the table right now.”

“What do you think about going to The Maldives?” I’m whispering into one ear even though we’re the only people in the house.

Kyle whispers in her other ear, “I think what he’s trying to say is, Penny, will you marry us?”

She squeals excitedly and throws an arm backward, pulling me in, kissing both of us.

“Yes, I’ll marry you and go to The Maldives. And we can try out the travel writer thing. But don’t quit your day jobs too soon if I’m going to have to quit mine.”

“Let’s not worry about all of that right now.”

“Do we need to pack? I didn’t check the dates on the tickets.”

“There will be plenty of time to pack. Right now we need to make love to our fiancée, make sure she remembers how much we adore her.”

I carry Penny to the bed and Kyle rushes ahead to pull the comforter back, then we make love to our future wife, not that we’ve thought of her as anything less since she agreed to let us stay.

epilogue 2

PENNY

Another month later

I’ve just gotten back from my doctor’s appointment that I was super careful to use my private time for, and I haven’t told Lance and Kyle our exciting news. We decided to let fate take its course on the first baby. We’ll find out who the biological father is later and the other one gets to father our second one.

“Hey, guys, there’s a problem in the guest bedroom. Do you think you could help me with it?”

They bolt out of their chairs so fast that they clatter to the floor as they rush toward me. I wave a finger and point, leaving them sulking as they pick up their chairs then hurry to my side.

“I didn’t notice anything wrong,” Kyle says. “Do you need me to fix something?”

“Yeah, I thought the rooms were good.”

I step inside the bedroom then turn around to face them where they’re trying to get through the door at the same time, shuffling around each other, huffing and grunting. Once inside, they stand beside each other, surveying the room then staring at me.

“It looks fine.” Lance says.

I lay my hands over my stomach, not sure if they’ll take the subtlety. “We need a new paint job.”

Kyle asks, “Do you have the color picked?”

“I’m not quite sure yet.”

“Do we want to run to the hardware store and get some paint chips?”

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