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and Dee caught up, apparently quite close friends, and I understood her coldness toward me when she thought Adam was now with me.
    Talk turned to that Hartley developer guy and Dee

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    shook her head, suddenly fuming. I still didn't really know what was going on, but from what I could understand, someone had sold out to Hartley. He'd secured ownership of one gay bar, apparently. "I'll call you and tell you all about it," she told Simon. "But he's turning Key West straight, one development at a time."
    Dee got busy with other customers and we sat at a booth, Adam and Simon on one side, me on the other, facing them. They sat close together, their sides touching and Simon had one arm around Adam's waist. It was sweet.
    I loved seeing them so wrapped up in each other, so very happy. It truly was a pleasure to witness. Our sodas were delivered, and Simon held up his drink. "To a great day."
    I clinked my glass to his, then Adam's, and Adam did the same. Only when he tapped his drink against Simon's, he looked at him and spoke just for him. "I love you."
    And my stomach clenched. My heart rate took off.
    Simon grinned at him and returned the sentiment.
    "Love you, too."
    It was the first time I'd heard those words uttered between them. I wasn't surprised, not at all. Anyone could see they were in love… but to hear it…
    I looked down at the table between us, wanting to

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    give them their moment. I wondered why my heart thumped funny, why hearing those words, those very special three little words, made my heart rate spike, why my stomach was in knots.
    It wasn't jealousy.
    It wasn't jealousy at all.
    It was longing.
    I tried to squash the feeling. I tried to tamp down the yearning in my belly for what they had. And I tried to ease the aching realization that what I thought was love, what I had with Rod, wasn't love at all.
    It wasn't even close.
    "Wil, you okay?" Simon's voice startled me.
    "Yeah," I answered with a smile. "It's all good."
    Neither looked convinced. Adam tilted his head.
    "Sure everything's okay back home?"
    I shrugged. "As good as it's gonna get."
    "Wanna talk about it?" Simon asked.
    "Not really," I said quietly.
    Dee came to our table with her arms full of food. I was grateful for the distraction, and the morning's activities had given me quite an appetite. I started to eat, and when I looked back up at them, Adam was looking at me, his food untouched.
    Simon looked at Adam. "You know what?" he

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    asked, trying to lighten the mood. "It seems Wil needs some de-stressing too."
    Mental images of how we'd de-stressed Simon
    earlier today flashed through my mind, and I almost choked on some salad.
    Adam chuckled, then his smile died and his brow pinched. "But you were both going to take turns in fucking me! Wil said so!" He looked genuinely put out, but then tried not to smile. "You can't promise that kind of fun and then not deliver."
    I chuckled, a dozen shades of embarrassed, while Simon just laughed cheerfully. He patted Adam's hand.
    "Oh, we'll deliver. Don't you worry about that."

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Chapter 7
    Deliver, we did. We took turns at fucking Adam all right, but not one at a time. We did it together. Simon and I both prepped him, licking, sucking, and fingering him, stretching him.
    Adam was on all fours on the bed, while Simon and I knelt beside him, behind him. Simon slid into him first, slowly, deliciously.
    And I watched.
    I watched Simon's long cock slide in, then pull almost all the way out and then push back in. Again and again.
    "Oh, baby," Simon whispered.
    Adam moaned in response. "Fuck, you feel so good."
    Simon groaned, almost painfully. So I kissed him.
    Fucking hard. I held his face and thrust my tongue into his mouth until we needed air.
    Then he pulled out of Adam, his cock still hard as steel. He looked at me. "Your turn," he said gruffly. "Fuck him like you mean