Page 72 of Moto
“With what?” I play coy at first.
“Don’t, Kayla.” She’s having none of it.
Fuck, this is so awkward. I pull on the front of my coat uncomfortably. I’m so flustered; I want to strip down to my underwear just to cool off.
“Just ask what you want to ask.” I think answering will be easier than straight out explaining.
“Are . . . Are you dating both of them?” The expression on her face is mystified.
Dating is a mild way to put it.
“Yes,” I confirm.
I think for the first time in my life I’ve left Sam speechless. And that’s saying a lot considering my past.
“How does that work exactly? Do they share custody? One gets you on the weekend and one during the week?” She crackles with irritation.
I shake my head slowly, sadly. I’m about to blow my aunt’s mind.
“The three of us are together all of the time.”
She ponders this for an elongated while.
“Allof the time?”
I nod.
Don’t get me wrong. There are times I’m just with Dev or Reese alone, but those instances are few and far between. For the most part, sex always involves three.
“How…? I mean…?” She motions with her hands trying to articulate something. “How does it work?” She finally makes a circle with her pointer and thumb and shoves a finger through it.
I actually laugh. “You want schematics?”
“Not really.” She curls her lip, retracting her question. “What I really want is to make sure you know what the hell you’re doing.” She places her hands on my arms seriously.
“I do. It’s complicated and unusual, I’ll admit, but it works for us.”
Sam creases her eyebrows, indecisively. “Just as long as you know what you’re doing,” she reiterates.
“Does anyone really know what they’re doing?”
“No.” She pulls me into a tense hug, and I feel her skepticism. “I love you, crazy. Like my own daughter.”
“I know.” I hug her back.
“I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. No matter what happens.” She glances at the door behind me. I know what she’s getting at. When things with Reese and Dev go south, she’ll have a gallon of ice cream and a bottle of wine with my name on it. I really hope it never comes to that.
“Please, please be smart,” she implores.
“I will.”
I watch her cruiser pull away before I go back inside. I drop my coat on the banister then collapse between Dev and Reese on the couch. The fire is crackling, and the TV is on mute.
“Everything okay?” Dev asks, angling his body toward me.
“Ye-es,” my answer wavering.
“Did you come right out and tell her?” Reese probes.
