Page 2 of Twice the Love

“Essentially, I am asking you to take on a non-sexual caregiver role. I have a strict schedule for her. She’s on leave from her job. I’ve removed all social media. She doesn’t have access to her phone without me. I’ve only been allowing her to talk to people when I’m around. No texting because I can’t monitor what’s incoming as well. It’s not that I’m trying to be controlling. She is just too fragile to have anything else sprung on her right now.”

Maddox nodded. “I’ve read over the contract. I know what you’re asking for on paper, but let’s talk about some aspects of it a bit deeper.”

I nodded.

“Okay, so you’ve said I would occasionally give her baths. I understand what that means as a caregiver, but what if her body responds to me? Responses aren’t always emotional. Her nipples may get hard or her clit may swell. I may respond to her. Sometimes my cock does what it wants. What then?”

“In my mind, you just keep going. She may be embarrassed—she embarrasses very easily—but I think if we’re prepared for it, we can reassure her and keep going with her bath,” I answered. I was glad he asked. It was a good thing to have clarification on.

“Okay, I agree. I like that we’re not going to pretend nothing happened. I believe talking about these things as they occur will just keep everything from getting confusing for her.”

“Or us,” I added.

“Yeah, or us.”

“I know you’ve studied the paperwork, but I did want to make sure you saw the contact information for a few families that have taken this dynamic. I didn’t know if you would want to speak to them before making your decision.”

“I appreciate that. Did the families have anything to say about their dynamics? Did it help them? Did it give them what they were looking for?” he asked.

I thought back over my conversations. Though I hadn’t been certain if I should say anything, Maddox had been so open with me, I owed him the same courtesy.

“Most of them warned that their dynamic changed more than they’d thought it would. Often they wound up becoming romantically involved.”

“Like a throuple?”

“A what?” A throuple sounded like some kind of yoga move I wasnotinterested in trying.

“A throuple, It’s like a couple but with three people,” he explained.

“Oh, then yes. Like a throuple.” Was I too old for this? Is that why I didn’t know the terminology? How embarrassing.

“And you’re okay with that?” he asked.

I hesitated. “I don’t think anyone enters this type of arrangement for the exact reasons we have, but when you’re met with the choice of losing the person you love most or sharing her with a person who will love her as much as you do, you reevaluate things. I’m willing to do anything to save my baby and that includes sharing her if it comes to that.”

He nodded and reached for the pen. “She is madly, deeply in love with you—to the point I occasionally find myself jealous—so I don’t think we’ll ever have to worry about her developing feelings for me. I just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page,” he said as he signed the contract.

“If she did develop feelings, would you be interested in having a throuple?” I asked.

He processed my question for a minute. “I don’t love her like you do, but I think I would be willing to do anything to keep a smile on that sweet face, so yes. I would be willing to do that for her.”

We stood and shook hands. “Thank you, Maddox, I couldn’t do this without you. You can move in whenever you’re ready.”

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As the three of us sat down for dinner that night, I knew things were finally looking better for my Little one. Maddox couldn’t replace what Reagan had lost, but I was hopeful that he could help patch the hole in her Little heart.

Chapter One

Maddox

I finished pulling the limp, little legs through the holes of the pink sloth romper. I smiled at the sweet picture the Little made, sprawled out upside down in my bed. As soon as I slid the last part of the romper into place, her legs spread apart as far as they could reach. I called this her “drunk starfish” position. I gently stroked her face as I watched her sleep. She held a huge piece of my heart. She wasn’t my own Little one, but Reagan—or “Rae-Rae” as everyone called her—had worked her way into my lonely, broken life three-and-a-half years ago before her Daddy had become my employer, then my best friend.

I had seen her around the bar Travis—her husband and Daddy—owned. She was an anxious, jumpy little thing, but she was also a ray of sunshine and brought peace to any room she entered. She was so sweet and kind to the other members of the club and, despite her anxiety, she genuinely tried to make sure everyone felt included. I had just moved to Georgia and had left my family behind. At the time, I was angry and lonely.

Back home, I’d always surrounded myself with people, despite how awful they were. Leaving had been really hard, even with it being the right thing to do. I wasn’t used to solitude. My mother had done something vile, something I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to forgive her for, and I couldn’t escape my siblings’ bad choices. I left my job, my friends, and some of my dreams. I had come to Eastman to start over, I just hadn’t realized how hard starting over would be.

I frequented The Thirsty Turtle my first several weeks in town, but never spoke to anyone there. Just being around people helped, though. After a particularly hard day, a little blonde brought me an adorable bendy straw for my beer. “It’s a magical unicorn,” she had told me as she slid into the chair in front of me. I’d smiled at her because it was a very sweet gesture and I’d noticed the way she trembled. I admired her bravery.

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