Chapter 12: Wyatt
Wyatt could not believe how easy his life had become. Waking up in the mornings was sublime. Two warm bodies—strong, hairy, intoxicatingly close—pressed up tight against either side of him filled him with a contentment he never knew was possible. Lively breakfasts spent talking about every possible topic had replaced quick, cold mornings with little interaction between him and his husband. Workdays were much more fun knowing he’d get to spend half of the day with a fun sexy man that had just passed the morning with his husband. And nights. Nights were the best of all.
Some evenings they didn’t even think to eat dinner. The second they were all three alone and without obligation, clothes came off and they flowed into a sweaty pile of limbs and need. His c**k in Cole’s as
