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324 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 22, 2018
..Seriously? Am I actually considering being the third wheel to their marriage? I mean, easy escape when I’m ready to bail, but banging a married chick and dating a….dude? Am I really gonna give this shit a try?
.“Let me make something fucking clear for you, Blondie. Gwenny asks you to do shit. I’m telling you. Gwenny is your hot as fuck wife, and I’m the asshole whose cock you’ll be sucking between highlight reels on ESPN. She treats your ass with kid gloves because she cares about your feelings, and I’m the one here to tell you to man the fuck up.” The glare deepens yet he doesn’t say a word. “Now, you can make this easy for me and tell me where the keys to the van are and your shoes, or you can make this fucking difficult and be a bigger fucking pain in the ass. But let me remind you, one more time, I am not Gwenny. I’ve got the strength to force your ass wherever it is I feel like taking you, so if you wanna fucking box this shit out, just know I’m not holding back a damn thing.”
“You have a problem with me, with what happens between us, you fucking talk to me, Gwendolyn.” I watch her chest rise and fall a little faster. “You treat me like I’m your husband and not just the asshole in the wheelchair you tolerate.” She takes a couple steps closer and leans her face down to mine. “Then you treat me like I’m your wife and not just the doormat who was doing everything she could to make all of this easier for you.” My lips drift towards hers. “I don’t want easier, baby. I want what we had.” Just above a whisper she proclaims, “What we had is gone. But what we’re building…” Gwen’s fingertip trails along my jaw, “will be so much better.”
I try to smile at the genuine concern he’s displaying. “I’d kill to make love to my wife but-” “Ah-Ah.” He holds a finger to hush me. “We can make that happen.” “Did you lose the memo about my dick not being available to serve for duty?” Hudson cocks a smirk. “I got you a new dick.” “What?!” Gwen and I squawk together. After a small chortle, he explains, “On my way over this morning, I made a pit-stop. I swung by a sex shop and got you a strap on.”
“Why do we have to learn to cook?” Hudson whines as the three of us wander around the fresh produce selection of the grocery store. “We have you.” “I’m sorry, do I look like your mother?” He instantly frowns. “Thank fuck no. I’m not into that whole fucking chicks who look like my mom thing. It’s fucking weird. And disgusting.” Jason doesn’t bother hiding his laughter.
They are an adorably obnoxious pair. Somedays I swear there’s a Super Bowl party in my living room with the spread of beer, pizza, and sports blaring, not to mention the belching and farting. Other days…well they’re overwhelmingly thoughtful like when Jason will rub my feet while Hudson gently strokes my head. It’s been such a long time since I’ve had to balance the desire to pop the person I love upside the head for being too childish and drop to my knees to praise them for being so sweet. What makes it more complicated now is that there are two of them and they find humor in tag teaming in regards to who deserves kisses and who deserves kicks.
Gwenny peels her body out of my grip and busies herself with cooking. Once I’m out of the way of the both of them, I take a moment to adore how easy everything flows when we’re together. From the beginning it’s always felt like I just stepped into shoes waiting for me. Like he’s my best friend and she’s our girl. Like the connection we have is older than time itself.
Despite the fact I may never learn to walk again, I’ve learned to love again, and I think that makes me the luckiest bastard on the planet. Yeah, maybe it’s been two years since I could make love to my wife without assistance or drive or have a real job, but I’m still alive. I’m still capable of much more than some. Plus, I have the greatest two people in the entire world to love and support me. Being able to feel my legs or my dick again will always pale in comparison to that.
I’ve never felt anything this powerful. This intense. This…soul shaking. Every time we’re together, everything we do together feels like this is how we belong. Like it should always be this way. However, I can’t stop myself from wondering, if it feels this extraordinary when we’re together, how excruciating will it feel if we’re ever torn apart?