Who's Your Daddy? by Lauren Gallagher Page B

breath, Isaac turned his head toward me. “So you and Don must have discussed this?” He laughed self-consciously. “The fact that I had a little performance anxiety?”
    “He just said it was a bit overwhelming for you, and we both completely understood why it would be.” I shrugged. “That, and we both thought you might enjoy this, so…”
    Isaac grinned and moved closer to me. “You two know me too well, don’t you?”
    “We do, apparently,” I said. “But I have to say, I was surprised as hell when I found out you were curious. I always thought you were, you know…”
    “The word is ‘gay’, I think,” he said, chuckling.
    I laughed. “You know what I mean.”
    He nodded. “Yeah, I do. And I never really said anything about it to anyone except Don. We’d talked about it a little. Thought about maybe finding a third.” He absently played with a few strands of my hair. “I didn’t realize that third would be you, though.”
    “Surprise!” I grinned. “To be honest, I was kind of afraid it was just the wine talking, but…”
    “No, not at all.” He smiled. “I think the wine just lowered everyone’s inhibitions.”
    “So did you guys actually try looking for someone to join you?”
    “We talked about it,” he said. “But neither of us knew how the hell someone goes about finding a third. I mean, we thought about putting up an ad on a website, but…”
    “What would an ad like that say, anyway?”
    “Oh, you know. Something like, ‘Gay couple seeks to borrow a lady for an evening of adventurous sex’ or some crap like that.”
    I laughed. “Borrow? You make it sound like you’re asking the neighbor to borrow a cup of sugar.”
    Isaac wrinkled his nose. “I’m not borrowing a cup of sugar from that woman.”
    “Not your favorite person?”
    “Ugh, no. She’s psycho. I’d rather spend an afternoon with Ryan’s mother than five minutes with that woman.”
    I stared at him. “That bad?”
    “That bad. Anyway, we figured we’d probably have to sift through some really god-awful replies. As Don put it, the kind of women he wouldn’t touch with his ex’s dick.”
    “Now wait, when he said that,” I said, furrowing my brow like this required serious thought, “did he mean John’s dick? Or Trevor’s?”
    “Trevor’s.”
    I grimaced. “Ouch, that’s harsh.”
    “Yeah, it is.”
    I propped myself up on my elbow and watched candles flicker across the sheen of sweat on his skin. “So, do you guys experiment a lot, then? Threesomes, that sort of thing?”
    Isaac shrugged and reached up to play with my hair. “We like to spice things up a bit, but you’re the first third we’ve ever had.”
    “What else do you two do to spice things up?” I grinned. “Don’t tell me you boys have a closet full of whips and chains I don’t know about.”
    He laughed. “No, I’m afraid we’re not into any of that.” He pushed himself up onto one elbow. “We just, you know, try to keep things interesting. Different places in the house, different positions, stuff like that. We’re not too wild, though.”
    “I’m curious,” I said. “If it’s not too personal…”
    “Go ahead.” He traced the curve of my waist with his hand. “I think we’re well past ‘too personal’.”
    “I suppose we are.” I paused. “I’m just curious, when you and Don are…when you’re in bed, is one of you usually on top? I mean, one more than the other?”
    “To be honest, we’re probably about even,” he said. “But if I had to say one of us was on top more, I’d say Don.”
    I laughed. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, grinning.
    “Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “He just seems like the more…”
    “Aggressive one?”
    “Aggressive. Dominant. Something like that.”
    He nodded. “You’re right about that. He definitely has a dominant side. But sometimes he likes to let go and let me take control.” He watched his hand running up