Page 441 of Seasons of Love
There was a short silence.
“Is that the guy you…” Griff didn’t finish, and I didn’t like that his voice had changed.
“Yes. Griff, I meant what I said three weeks ago. I’m yours and Mal’s. You have nothing to worry about, okay?”
“We trust you, Jake. We’re just going to miss you like crazy, that’s all.”
Sigh. So was I. My bed looked so empty and big. Too big just for me.
I’d gotten used to waking up in the middle of both men or cuddling with one of them while reaching out for the other.
I closed the bedroom door and sat on the edge of the bed.
“It’s going to feel weird sleeping on my own. Is that strange? I mean, we’ve only been together a few weeks,” I said.
“It’s okay to feel how you feel, baby. Maybe it’s good for you to spend some days back at Frank’s. Hang out with your friend.”
“I’ll still see Mal at work, but how about you?”
Did I sound too whiny? When did I become so desperate for someone’s company?
“How about I meet you at the resort tomorrow for lunch? Just the two of us. I’ll bring food from El Pancito.”
“Damn, you know the way straight to my heart.”
“I hope so, baby. I hope so.”
“And that’s why I need to exercise more. Griff is far too good at finding his way into people’s hearts…and waistbands.” Mal groaned
I laughed, knowing he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“By the way…um…there’s something I may have forgotten to mention,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“Um, next week…it’s my birthday.”
Griff gasped. “Why didn’t you tell us? Are you turning thirty? Oh, baby, we need to celebrate big time, and when I say big time, I mean—”
“Griff?”
“Yeah, sorry, I got excited. What’s up?”
“Zak, my friend, wants to throw me a party. I’m kinda scared about it, but…I think it’ll also be fun.”
“That’s great. Let me know if he needs any help with the preparations.”
He cleared his voice. “Will there be an…after party? You know…a more intimate affair for a couple of select guests? Maybe at an undisclosed location?”
The husky tone of his voice made my cock stand at attention. Mal was normally the one who could command my body with his deep voice, but fuck, Griff’s voice was like a caress. A teasing feather running smoothly over my body.
“Fuck, Griff,” I rasped, my voice thick with need.
“Are you hard?”
“What do you think?”
I heard a rustling sound and then a moan.
