The moment I do, she moans, and I hear an answering noise from right behind me . . . and then I feel the warm press of Auden. He’s shirtless now, his trousers fastened once more, but a fresh erection still presses against my ass. He’s kneeling too, his knees on the outside of mine, his chest flush to my back, and his arms wrap around me as I continue to eat Rebecca.
His arms feel like possession and generosity all at once. Jealousy and encouragement. Like all he wants is to see me being shared, and also all he wants is to be the one who has the right to share me.
I’m too far gone to have any feeling about this other than: yes.
Everything is possible, right? That I might kneel for a selfish man.
That I might feel some measure of peace on the day I first saw the grass growing over
