"You had sex without exchanging names?" Carlos smiled and shook his head. "I don't believe it. I always thought you had such nice manners." He stopped stroking Guy's belly and began to concentrate on his cock. "It took me quite a bit longer than five seconds. But then, I admit, I was trying hard to resist."
Guy frowned. "Resist? Why did you want to do that?"
Carlos swirled his tongue around the tip of his partner's penis, and Trish watched the play of emotion across both their faces. "Because women are usually so bossy. Always trying to control everyone."
"Trish isn't like that. If anyone's bossy, it's you. You love telling people what to do."
Trish took off her robe and dropped it on a nearby chair as she stepped into the room. Just then, Guy opened his eyes and blew her a kiss, and suddenly there was no more doubt left for her to deal with.
"Is this a private party, or can I join in?"
Carlos looked up with a cheeky grin. "That depends."
Trish pressed one knee against the edge of the bed. "On what?"
"Are you going back to Canada or staying here with us? I can't stand the not knowing."
"Well…" Donning a serious expression, she sat down on the bed and stroked a hand over Carlos' short, dark curls. "Common sense tells me moving to Paris and playing house with you two is crazy, ridiculous and I should have my sanity questioned. We barely know one another, so it's all those things and more. I should probably be certified and locked up for even considering the idea. But I love you guys, I really do."
Guy didn't wait for any more. He reached for her, wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close to his body. "So your answer is yes?"
"You don't think we should all take some time to think this through properly?"
"Nothing for me to think about," Guy said in a husky voice. "Je t'aime, chérie. And that will not change. Carlos?"
Carlos was silent for a moment, then he smiled and reached for Trish's hand. "I love you, too. And if we all follow our hearts and stay true to one another, how can we possibly go wrong?"
Christiane truly believes that love makes the world go round, so she likes stories with both happy and bittersweet endings. Christiane has been writing romance for the past twenty years and lives near Niagara Falls with her husband and The Boys-two black and white Persian cats.