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  “I think so too,” I said softly, kissing her on the nose.

  I slept well that night, knowing that whatever happened in my life, I could always go to sleep beside Whitney. Holding her in my arms instantly made me feel like everything was right with the world. Even though Ted and I had made an agreement to share her, I felt like we both received all of her heart. For a devil’s threesome, it sure felt like heaven.

  Chapter Twenty

  Ted

  “Good morning,” I croaked, rolling over in bed to kiss my girlfriend on the cheek. “Where’s Chad?”

  “He already left for work.” Whitney yawned. “We should get up too, or we’re going to be late again.”

  I laughed. “Your late is most peoples’ right on time. I’m going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?”

  “I showered last night,” she said, rolling out of bed. I grabbed her hand in hopes of being able to pull her back in.

  “You know it’s not about the shower.” I winked.

  “Of course I know that.” She giggled. “Go get ready. You promised you’d make me breakfast.”

  I groaned and climbed out of bed to quickly rinse off before starting on some scrambled eggs and toast. I always knew that single life was good, but I had no idea how great it was to live with your significant other. Plus, with my best friend living in the house with us, too, I felt like I had everything I needed right here.

  “You look beautiful,” I said, looking up from the frying pan. Whitney slicked on some pink lipstick, using the stainless steel toaster as a mirror.

  “So do you.” She smiled. “But you always do.”

  After our first night together as three people officially in a relationship, things got serious fast. Initially, we just wanted to have a bit of fun and not worry about anything else outside our relationship.

  Before we surprised Whitney at her house, Chad and I talked a lot about the pros and cons of entering into that kind of agreement. We both knew that there was a chance that it would become lopsided at some point, where one of us was getting more attention and affection than the other. Raised on monogamy, we figured that Whitney would naturally couple up with one of us, and the other would get left behind. We agreed that if that occurred, the odd man out would leave without too much of a struggle, for the happiness of the group.

  So far, that hadn’t happened. Just a few weeks after getting together, we decided that it was too hard to decide whose house we were staying at on any one particular night, so we moved in together. Whitney’s roommate, Maria, moved into her boyfriend’s place, freeing up an extra bedroom. While we all had our own bedroom now, most nights, the three of us found ourselves cuddled up on Whitney’s king-sized mattress.

  Things worked out pretty well with all of us under one roof. We all worked a lot, but at different times, so household duties were evenly split. I’d cook dinner for everyone and the other two would clean the house. Even Chad, whom I had always known to be a bit of a slob, pitched in.

  The schedule differences helped our sex lives, too. For the most part, when we got it on, it was with all three of us. But, when either Chad or I were away, we didn’t wait for the other to come back. One-on-one time with Whitney was a special treat, but as we discussed, nothing was as good as the threesomes we shared. When Whitney and I were alone, sex was sensual and romantic. When we were all together, it was more about fun and pleasure. Never in my life have I felt so sexually satisfied.

  Because our arrangement was still pretty taboo, especially in our social circles, we kept what we were up to on the down low. My friends and family knew that I had a girlfriend and that I was living with Chad, but they had no idea that he also shared my girlfriend. He told his friends the same thing but left out the detail that the girl was his stepsister.

  Before we moved in together, Whitney accepted a job at another hospital in the city. Shortly after, Chad found a new job too, at a different clinic. Luckily, neither of their new workplaces knew about what happened at their old job. They got the fresh start they needed and I couldn’t have been happier for them. For a while, they kicked around the idea of working at the same hospital, but ultimately, they decided that it was best this way if they wanted to avoid another incident.

  Sometimes, I wished that what we were doing were more socially acceptable, because then I wouldn’t have to worry about being found out by someone. As Chad and Whitney had experienced firsthand, a threesome is scandalous enough. A whole living arrangement built around one is even more shocking.

  But on the other hand, I liked having our own dirty little secret. I think that was part of what made it so much fun. In any other situation, I couldn’t watch my girlfriend having sex with another guy without it being a fetish. With us, it was just called waiting my turn.

  Chad and Whitney’s parents never found out that they were still seeing each other. I think Whitney still spoke to her mom on occasion, but after their falling out, they were never quite as close. I know she mentioned running into Chad on occasion, just to test the waters in case she ever wanted to break the news.

  I know for a fact that Chad hadn’t spoken to his father since he quit the hospital. Chad was the type to hold grudges, so I didn’t see them sharing a holiday meal any time soon. He said that he’d always choose our little family of three over his biological family.

  As for me, I told my parents everything except for the fact that Chad was having sex with my girlfriend on a regular basis, and I was perfectly fine with that. I figured that eventually, a time would come where I would need to give them more details, but for now, I liked how things were going. There was no reason to complicate a good thing by telling too many people what we were up to.

  “Don’t forget,” Whitney said, quickly hugging me before she walked out the door, “Maria and Mark are coming over for dinner tonight.”

  “Was I supposed to prepare something?”

  “We’re getting takeout.” She smiled. “I’ll see you tonight. I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” I told her, as I had every morning since we’d started living together.

  I dumped the rest of the dirty dishes in the sink. Chad would be home before us, so he could take care of them.

  Some nights, Whitney, Chad, and I would stay awake after a lovemaking session and talk about our relationship. We all decided that we wanted to keep things how they were for as long as possible. We weren’t sure if marriage could ever be possible for us, but we wanted to keep our special bond for life. When it came down to it, we didn’t need the ceremony or the legal papers telling us what we already knew.

  We had even talked about kids a few times. We all wanted some at a later point in our lives but figured we had plenty of time before we needed to discuss it seriously. I knew I didn’t have to worry about getting anyone pregnant, though. After a few pregnancy scares in college, I’d decided to undergo a reversible procedure that kept me from having kids until I decided it was time. We could take our time with that major life event.

  As it was, everything was perfect. I could spend my days as an accountant with a doctor for a girlfriend and my nights as part of a threesome with my friend from college and his stepsister.

  In the future, we hoped we could fill all of our friends in on our secret, but for now, Maria and her boyfriend were good company. They were very open and understanding of our situation. It was nice that other people didn’t judge us.

  Maria’s boyfriend, Mark, Chad, and I were watching hockey in the living room as the girls talked. I had a feeling they were talking about us, since I only heard whispers and giggles. I pretended to get another drink from the fridge just to listen to their conversation.

  “You’re so lucky,” Maria whispered. “Do you know how lonely it gets when Mark is away for work? I wish I had someone around at all times.”

  “I won’t lie,” Whitney replied. “It is pretty nice.”

  “So, who’s better in bed?”

  I leaned in a little closer, interested in her answer.


  “They’re both good.”

  “Ah,” Maria groaned. “That’s such a cop-out.”

  “It’s the honest truth. If I closed my eyes when we were having sex, I’m not sure if I’d be able to tell the difference. And they’re both so, so good at it too.”

  I smiled smugly. It certainly helped my confidence to know that I was fantastic in bed. Although, just by looking at her face every time we did it, I guess I already knew that.

  “Are you sure I can’t get in on the action?” Maria asked. “You have to admit, they’re both absolute babes, and I’d love to give group sex a go.”

  Whitney laughed. “That’s like me saying that I want to sleep with Mark because I think it would be fun. It just doesn’t work like that. They love me, and I love them.”

  “That’s so adorable I can hardly stand it,” Maria said dryly. “Do you think that Mark and I could ever find someone to try a threesome with?”

  “I’m sure you could, but I don’t think you’d have the same results,” Whitney answered. “I think you’d get too jealous.”

  “You’re probably right.” She laughed. “I would be furious if I wasn’t getting enough attention. Also, Mark doesn’t even like to have sex with the lights on. I can’t imagine he’d be down for adding another person.”

  “I never thought I’d be in a situation like this, but here we are. I have to say, it’s surprisingly great.”

  “I’m really happy for you,” Maria said. “I’m a little jealous, but you deserve to be happy.”

  “What are you ladies talking about?” I interrupted, wrapping my arm around Whitney’s waist.

  “Oh, nothing,” she said, giving me a peck on the lips. “How’s the game?”

  “It’s going into overtime. Do you want to watch?”

  “Of course,” she said, taking her seat on the couch between Chad and me.

  Everything felt so right with Whitney in our lives. Chad and I had dated and slept with a lot of girls in our time, but Whitney was really the missing puzzle piece that we never knew we needed. As I sat with her, watching sports as we did most evenings, I knew deep down that we were going to make it. We were an unconventional bunch, but we found that if there’s enough love to go around, then anything is possible.

  Epilogue-Whitney

  “I’m really nervous about this, Whitney,” Chad said, pacing back and forth in the kitchen. “I don’t want to do this right now.”

  “Ted’s not freaking out,” I said, pointing to Ted, who was busy seasoning raw steaks.

  “Ted isn’t having his parents over for dinner,” Chad said. “Aren’t you nervous to see them?”

  I shrugged. In fact, I was extremely nervous, but I didn’t want to freak him out any more. He was already at his most frazzled. I couldn’t stand to see him get any more upset.

  “Listen to me,” I said, cupping his face in my hands. “The sooner we get this over with, the better. We’ll have one dinner, and then we can figure out how to proceed from there. Can you stick with me?”

  He nodded slowly and took a few deep breaths.

  “Good,” I said. “Why don’t you set the table? They’ll be here soon.”

  I went into my bathroom to get ready. In all of the stress, I hadn’t even brushed my hair or washed my face yet. Those boys were stressing me out with all of their nervous energy.

  For the first time in over a year, my mom and her husband were having dinner with Ted, Chad, and me. I still kept in contact with my mom and occasionally visited her, but Chad wanted nothing to do with his dad. Chad was stubborn and said that if he promised his dad that he didn’t need him, he was going to stick to that. I tried to remind him that there was a difference between needing someone and having them over for dinner, but he wasn’t very receptive to anything I had to say on the subject.

  I hadn’t gotten into the specifics of the ins and outs of our relationship, but my mom knew that I was seeing both Ted and Chad. She was pretty confused and upset the first time I told her, but I think she’s coming around to it.

  The thing I wanted to emphasize most with her was that it wasn’t just some crazy sex thing we were having. While I could admit to myself that the sex was fantastic, there was more to our relationship than that. I was living with my two best friends who also loved me more than anything. When it came down to it, we were three people who managed to put jealousy and social norms aside to work out an agreement that was beneficial to all parties.

  It took quite a bit of talking for her to realize that my relationship with Chad wasn’t as icky as she’d previously thought it was. Once she understood that we got our start before we knew about her relationship with Paul, she became more reasonable. We didn’t grow up together, nor did we spend any time as stepsiblings before we got together, so it hardly seemed wrong. She even admitted that it wasn’t our fault that our parents happened to get married in the early days of our complicated relationship.

  Even though Chad didn’t talk to Paul, I knew that my mom did. My mom always got her way, so even if Paul didn’t like what we were doing, at least my mom made an effort to get him to understand. He didn’t like our agreement, but he wasn’t completely in the dark about it.

  “They’re here,” Ted said, looking out the window. I saw their black BMW in the driveway and swallowed hard. I was nervous.

  Ted and I exchanged knowing looks. It was one of our rules to never keep secrets between just two of us, but this time, it was different.

  Chad entered the room looking pale and sweaty. For someone so easygoing, he was really panicking. I hoped everything went smoothly for no other reason than for Chad to keep his sanity.

  “Hi, Mom,” I said, giving her a hug as she entered the house.

  “Hello, everyone,” she said softly. “Did you get new furniture? It looks nice.”

  I nodded. “It arrived last week.”

  Paul wandered inside behind my mom, clutching a bottle of wine in his hand.

  “This looks nice,” I said kindly, taking it from his grip. “I’ll put it in the fridge so we can have it with dinner.”

  We sat down around the table as Ted brought in piping hot food from the grill. It looked delicious, but I didn’t have much of an appetite. When I looked over at Chad, sitting next to his father, he was gripping his silverware until his knuckles turned white without even eating anything. Ted was a bit of a nervous eater and practically swallowed his steak whole.

  As we ate, or tried to eat, we made small talk about the usual subjects like our work and the weather. Paul had just retired, and he and my mother were planning some big sailing trip. Luckily, their plans brought us to the end of the dinner. Chad survived that much without having to say more than a few words.

  When we were finished, Ted cleared the table and I poured everyone another glass of wine. It was time to say the things that had been weighing on my mind for what seemed like an eternity.

  “Mom, Paul,” I started, my voice shaking. “I have something I need to tell you.”

  They both winced slightly, knowing that whatever was about to come out of my mouth would be shocking to them. I wanted to spare them as many details as possible, but it wasn’t the time to mince words.

  “As I think you might have figured out, Chad, Ted, and I are in a relationship together. They love me and I love them, and that isn’t going to change any time soon.”

  My mom nodded in understanding, and I took a sigh of relief. At least the first part of my announcement was over. Now it was time for the hard part.

  “Chad,” I said, taking his hand, “I’ve been waiting to tell you this, but I just found out that I’m pregnant, and the baby is yours, of course.”

  Chad’s eyes widened. I couldn’t tell if it was in surprise or horror. Finally, a tiny grin spread into a wide smile.

  “Why didn’t you tell me immediately?” he hollered, picking me up from my chair and twirling me around.

  “I wanted it to be a surprise. Are you okay with this?”

  �
��Of course I am! I’m so happy.”

  We embraced, not caring how our parents felt about seeing this firsthand. Once we settled down, we sat back in our chairs, our fingers still interlaced.

  I looked toward our parents. My mom looked shocked but still pleased. Paul looked shaken.

  “The reason I brought you here is because I wanted you to see how happy these two make me. I’ve already talked to Ted about it, and even though the baby isn’t his, he still wants to help raise it.”

  Ted and Chad beamed at each other. Ted clapped him on the back. “Congrats, Dad.”

  “Congrats to you, too,” Chad replied.

  “Since you two are this baby’s grandparents, I wanted to ask you if you would accept our relationship and be in our lives again. I understand if you don’t like it or it doesn’t make sense to you, but your support would really mean a lot to our little family.”

  They were silent for a moment, trying to process this information, before my mom reached over and gave me a big hug.

  “I’m so happy for you, Whitney. I only ever wanted you to get whatever you wanted in life. You know I just wanted whatever was best for you.”

  “I know,” I said, my eyes welling up with tears.

  “Paul?” my mom asked her husband. “Is there anything you’d like to say to the kids?”

  He gulped and nodded. “I’m sorry I’ve been so hard on you, Chad. I realize now that I don’t always know what’s best for you. If you’d let me, I’d like to have a chance at being a more supportive father and a grandfather to your little one.”

  Chad blinked rapidly before nodding his head in response. “I’d like that.”

  By now, the tears were freely flowing. I hugged everyone in the room about twenty times before I regained my composure.

  Things finally felt complete. I had a great job that fulfilled my professional needs, my parents were supportive of me again, and I had two amazing men in my life who gave me more love than I thought was possible. The only thing that could make the moment sweeter was the tiny life, created by love, developing in my belly.