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Jerome, who has tucked his junk back in and buttoned up, is opening the back door and getting out. Zach hauls himself off Sadie who then leans over that back seat to retrieve her clothing, tossing ours back to us as well. Within minutes, we’re all clothed and as modest looking as anyone else during January in New Hampshire.
It’s the best I can hope for. Even if it’s Sadie rather than Maxine who looks peeved.
“What she’s even doing here on the weekend?” she mumbles out loud, although this doesn’t seem directed at any one of us.
All the chemical satiation we’ve accomplished has evaporated, and I think we’re all on pins and needles as we file one by one into the main part of the residence. We follow Sadie in, and I’m anticipating some big knock-down drag-out to happen as she confronts her house manager.
Only that’s not what goes down.
“Why are you here, Max?”
“I realized I forgot to defrost those mini quiches for Monday, so I reckoned I’d drop by. I’ll be out of your hair shortly.” The lady clears her throat all stiff-like. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Oh,” Sadie says, any hackles she raised settling. “We’ll leave you to it then.”
I stand there for a sec, not sure if this is over or not. It’s like hearing thunder getting closer and closer only for it to dissipate into nothing when it was about to be right on top of you.
When no one else speaks up, I take the task on myself. “We good?”
Sadie peers at me through eyes that don’t seem stressed in the least and grins. Grins after all that. “We’re excellent.”
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FEBRUARY
After January dashed by in what my mother used to call dribs and drabs, February arrives both too soon and too late. Time will move at a snail’s pace anytime I’m missing Paisley, then lurch forward like a bat out of hell at other points.
As screwball as living with a client and two other dudes originally sounded, I’ve become used to their company. We all get along, and once our goal altered to gathering our resources together to bring Sadie whatever she wants or needs—meals, companionship, entertainment, orgasms—time at this place became... comfortable. Familiar. Cozy.
If we part ways, I might even miss them.
We sleep in her massive rigged-up beds every night. There’s enough mattress space for all of us but somehow we all seem to wake snuggled up. Even if I’m next to Sadie and she’s not against me when I drift off, she’ll be all tucked into my side when I roll over after sunrise.
She’s not the only person who migrates all over the bed while asleep. I had to drown my amusement one day when Zach apparently took Jerome’s back to be his pillow and woke up huddled over the man as if Jerome was his teddy bear. I wish I’d taken a pic of it. The look on the younger man’s face was priceless.
Mornings around here are always interesting, mainly due to the amount of wood tenting the sheets. Even if we conk out in PJs rather than nude, nature’s going to take its course. At first, Sadie wouldn’t notice any of this because of how late she sleeps in. But lately, we’ve all been rising and shining closer to the same time.
Especially the rising part.
Just today, Sadie went from what Jerome calls her drowsy grumpy face to lighting up like the pinball machine in the arcade.
“What do we have here?” she asks me tilting her head toward my obvious erection pushing up the covers before sliding her hand under there.
I take a breath when she does. I love it when she’s like this, all sleep-tousled and touchy-feely. I tuck her caramel-brown hair behind her ear, my thumb brushing the scarring on her left cheek.
“Something just for you.”
She grins. She’s doing that so much more lately. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I might have to do something about that.”
“He’s not the only one,” Jerome says from the other side of me, lying on his back to display his similar plight.
Zach, who often dozes face up, is hard under there, too. He opens his eyes, scrubbing a hand along his chin, and blinks at us all staring at his crotch.
“What’s going on?”