“I don’t really feel guilty about it,” you admit, after giving the question the consideration it deserves. “I feel bad that Ray got hurt, but it wasn’t possible to predict. Next time, though, I’ll make sure I tell you.”

“Then it sounds like you’ve learned from what happened.” Martin kisses you, a tender brush of lips against yours, and then pulls back. “Are you ready to go inside?”

“Yeah.” You shift a little, trying to ignore the impulse to jump Martin in the car, and then get out. You wait by the vehicle long enough for him to lock up and then follow him into the house.

Paul is sitting in the main room, in the middle of the couch, and he looks up at you both uncertainly as you enter. “Is everything okay?” He directs the question mainly at you, even though his eyes shift towards Martin.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You sit on the couch next to Paul and wrap your arms around him tightly, kissing his cheek. “Martin’s fine…you’re fine.”

“Okay.” Paul holds his other arm out to Martin, who joins in the hug as well. “Are we going to bed now?” he asks hopefully.

Martin wraps an arm around each of your shoulders and kisses each of you firmly before tugging you both to your feet. “There’s no reason not to.”

The three of you walk together to the bedroom, constantly touching and kissing. Inside the bedroom, the three of you strip each other of your clothes. Hands and mouths are everywhere and it’s a heady feeling to be touched and stroked by both of your lovers.

Afterwards, when the three of you are sprawled on the bed together, wrapped around each other, you feel more happy and contented than you can remember ever feeling in the past. You close your eyes and let sleep overtake you, lost in contented dreams until morning.