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“I’d be disappointed if we didn’t. I don’t even want to leave the bedroom,” I tease.

“This is the best week ever,” Scotty adds, and I hate that my mind immediately snags on the knowledge that this week has to end.

I already don’t want it to. We just got Scotty back in our lives, and even though I know he’s in New York now, this week feels like the only real promise of time we have with him. The last thing I want is for us to go back to normal life without him.

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My fingers dig into Scotty’s hip as I pull them both closer to me. I’m not ready for this moment with them in my arms to end.

Joey lets out a contented sigh as he nuzzles into my shoulder, and the sound fills my already impossibly full heart.

The sex was incredible. We’ve had thirds between us before, but it’s never been like that. Facilitating them fucking each other, prepping Joey for Scotty, then being the one to put on the condom, and covering Scotty’s dick with lube, was intimate in a way that was entirely new for me.

I’ve always enjoyed watching my husband with other men, getting to witness the confidence boost it gives him to be worshiped by someone other than me, to see his obvious pleasure, and to share the thrill of being with a new partner. I love thinking about the fact that Joey is my husband while I watch someone else enjoy having sex with him. I love knowing that after everything is said and done, I’ll be the one who goes home with him, the one he chose to spend his life with.

But this trip has been different.

Scotty has always been different.

I loved watching the two of them together, more than I do when Joey is with a stranger, because it’s Scotty. I know him, and I know what being with Joey means to them both. But unlike every other time I’ve watched someone fuck my husband, that sense of importance that I normally feel when I think about us choosing each other over everyone else wasn’t there. The idea of us going home and going our separate ways from Scotty actually has me feeling a little hollow.

Joey’s suggestion of staying in the bedroom indefinitely sounds amazing. Not even just to enjoy more sex, but because I want to soak up every possible moment with the two of these men as I can before our time in this cabin runs out.

When I was first planning this trip with Joey, a week sounded like so much time. But now that we’re here with Scotty, now that everything between the three of us has been so easy, fun, and full of joy, that imaginary countdown to our return feels more like a ticking time bomb.

Our checkout date is now the inevitable end of something really special we may never experience again, not just the final day of a fun holiday with our friend.

The word more replays over and over again in my mind. A relentless demand by my subconscious to not let go of the connection the three of us have, to fight for it, even though I have no idea what that would even look like or if it’s possible. Let alone if it’s something they’d be open to or want.

Someone’s stomach growls loudly, forcing my focus to the present. As much as I never want to get out of this bed, I do want to take care of my men. I don’t really have the right to claim Scotty in that way, but he said I could treat him like I do Joey this week, and the title feels like it fits.

“I’ll start dinner,” I offer as I give them a final squeeze before reluctantly getting out of bed. I lean down to give them each a kiss, then make my way over to my suitcase to pull on sweatpants. “Want anything specific or should I surprise you?”

“Surprise us,” Scotty answers immediately.

Joey meets my gaze with a content smile. “You know I’ll like whatever you make for us, babe.”

“Alright, I’ll have something ready in about twenty minutes.”

“Give me five more minutes of cuddle time, and then I’ll come down to help,” Joey offers, but I wave him off.

“Nah, love, don’t rush. Enjoy your cuddle time with Scotty; I’ll get everything ready and call you when it’s time to eat.”

Scotty grins, pulling Joey closer to him. “You heard your husband. Enjoy your Scotty time.”

They both laugh, and the happy sound is almost enough to quiet my worries about how little time we have. Almost.

I smile to myself as I descend the spiral staircase to the kitchen. I begin to prepare pasta, and while I wait for the water to boil, I start marinating the steak we got for tomorrow. They’re still not down here yet, so I try to examine my feelings more. A part of me wants to demand we all talk about extending the timeline right now. But Joey and I have learned over the years that there’s a difference between honesty and blurting out every little thought that pops into our heads.

As much as I want to know every single thing Joey and Scotty are thinking and to share my every desire with them, I also know certain conversations shouldn’t be jumped into without carefully examining my emotions. This is one of them.

Despite how distracted I am thinking about the future, I manage to prepare dinner and get everything set at the table before calling them down. I attempt to participate in their casual conversations without giving away how on edge I am, but I don’t think I’m doing the best job of hiding my concern.

Joey keeps giving me questioning looks that I shake off, but I can’t ignore the dread that accompanies the idea that things with Scotty might already be over if Joey and I aren’t on the same page. We agreed to a casual week of sex with Scotty. And I’m very aware that my desires right now are no longer casual.

When we’re all finished eating, Scotty picks up his plate before reaching for Joey’s and then mine, stacking them as he looks at me. “Dinner was amazing. Thank you, Patrick. I’d forgotten how much I enjoy your cooking.”

I can’t help but smile; the part of me that loves taking care of people is thrilled by the compliment. “I’m glad you liked it.”