“Okay. I’ll be gone by then.”
13
The new man
The next time I wake up, bright sunlight is streaming in through the windows, and I’m alone in the bed.
The aroma of coffee in the air and the sight of the rumbled bedding make me smile.
What a night.
It exceeded my expectations in every way, and I’m so glad I decided to take a chance on a new experience. Today is the last day of my thirties, and I can’t imagine waking up feeling any better than I do right now. The Hayes brothers have given me an amazing birthday gift without even knowing it.
I take my time getting up, stretching my legs and taking inventory of how my body feels. I’m a bit sore in a certain spot, but my limbs feel looser and more relaxed than they have in years.
Well fucked. I’d almost forgotten how good of a feeling it can be.
“Hey, you’re up.” It’s Corbin, looking and smelling like he just showered. He’s wearing shorts and a t-shirt that fits so well, it seems like it was made for him.
Leaning over the bed to kiss me, he says, “Thanks for spending the night with us.”
I feel like I should be thanking them, but I simply say, “My pleasure.”
“Can you come back again tonight?” He follows his question with a longer kiss that makes me wish I never had to leave.
Something nags at the back of my brain, and when he pulls away, I remember what it is. “Brendan said you had a friend coming today. Will he be staying with you?”
Another kiss as he crawls onto the bed. “He will, but this is a big place. We can have our fun behind closed doors.”
“What’s going on?” Brendan comes in, also smelling clean and looking freshly shaven.
“I was just inviting Christine to come over again tonight,” Corbin says.
“Excellent.” Brendan looks at me expectantly.
“I’m working tonight. It would be late,” I say.
“That’s fine. We’ll take you anytime we can have you,” Brendan says.
“It’s a date.” Corbin seals it with another kiss.
A giddy little bubble of excitement rises inside me as I climb out of bed. I never expected to have more than one night with them, but I’d be a fool to pass up the opportunity. My time with them has been wonderful in every way, and they’ve been nothing but caring and respectful. I may as well enjoy them — and all the sex — while they’re in town.
“Jonathan’s making breakfast,” Brendan says. “Would you like an omelet?”
“Sure, that sounds great, but can I get a shower first?” I find the clothes I brought in earlier and hug the stack to my chest.
“Of course,” Brendan says. “I put clean towels out for you.” He walks with me toward the bathroom. “What would you like in your omelet?”
“Anything’s fine except onions,” I say, as I head in. “Whatever you’re having.”
My quick shower prompts a highlight reel of images from the night before. They touched me here, and here, and here. They bit me here. And oh, I’m still a little swollen here.
Oddly, it feels like I just had a full body massage. Everything feels loose, limber, and alive.
To save time, I skip washing my hair. I’m standing in front of the mirror, finger-combing the long strands and debating about whether I should put it up in a clip, when there’s a knock on the door.
“I wanted to let you know that our friend got here early,” Brendan says. “He’s in the kitchen with us. I didn’t want you to walk out undressed or anything.”