“No. I will rent it out. I promise. But you don’t know what the future holds. Unless you’re packing crystal balls…” I smirked as my eyes stared down at his crotch.

“Get your mind off my cock.”

“But it’s a very nice cock and I think it wants me.” I grinned as my hand stroked his hardening member.

He laughed as he slapped my hand away. “Stop that. We’re trying to have a serious conversation here, and if you keep fondling me, I’ll say yes to anything.”

Two sessions of world-class fucking and one puff chore later, we Skyped Haven and Latch. They were excited for us. Latch offered to rent us his beach house with an option to buy. It was a generous offer since I knew he had it on the market for over two years and could sell it for millions. Latch had never been pretentious. He was nothing like his mother, who enjoyed flaunting her wealth publically.

His home was large, complete with privacy windows and secluded. Latch had purchased one mile of prime Malibu real estate so his view wouldn’t be hindered by neighbors. The interior was rustic and laidback. Extremely domestic. Keenan and I could convert it into our place. It didn’t have my tub, but it had an upstairs shower I’d heard could rival it.

We spent several weeks mulling it over. I told Keenan I planned to go ahead and list the condo. What I didn’t make him privy to was it would be a month-to-month lease. I tried to be optimistic, but things would radically change now. There was no negotiating. No variations. I couldn’t continue on my endless path of oral lovers. It was him or them. And I chose him. For as long as I could comply with his mandates. I loathed rules, especially those that revolved around my sexuality. But he was right. We had been together more than long enough for me to know.

Did I really want to play house with him? I was giving up my personal space and my pedestal bathtub. Keenan would still be traveling, so I would have my occasional solitude. I didn’t need the other men. I knew that. It had never been about need; it had always been about control. I enjoyed the power, and after being with Keenan, I’d adapted to letting him run the show.

We officially moved in together the following year. Decorators and contractors worked on the house for five months and the furniture had been delivered two days ago. I still had mixed feelings about what we were doing, but the view of the ocean calmed me. There was a sense of peace and serenity, no noise except the waves and seagulls.

I dragged my last bag up the stairs.

“Hey, you. You finally made it,” he said, meeting me halfway. “Let me get that. Come and see our new home.”

I followed him as he carried my bags through the open door. It looked really different. The floors that were once dark wood were now rich with thick, deep Egyptian-blue carpet. Carpeting the floors had been my idea. Wood flooring equaled splinters. I’d take rug burns over them any day. We decided to leave the kitchen alone. Latch McKay, besides being a famous video game designer, had loved to cook—or at least he tried. His kitchen could rival any master chef’s. Large and airy with every appliance ever created for cooking. We’d redone the bottom two bedrooms as well as the bathroom. The master bedroom suite upstairs, we’d given the decorators instructions on combining both our tastes. Not too masculine or feminine. They’d melded together coordinating colors of deep blue, which blended with the carpet.

Most of my things had already been moved in the day before. So now all I had to do was unpack my final belongings.

I ducked into the legendary shower. I’d snuck a peek when we’d gone through with the designers and decided to have the contractors tear out the Jacuzzi. We had a bath downstairs, but truthfully, nothing compared to the one I’d left behind. Now I wanted to check out its competition. Fuck me. Without the tub, the room was monstrous. It had been a large area to begin with, and Haven hadn’t been exaggerating. The shower was a freaking party room. Party of three? I snorted when I realized it would be Keenan, his cock, and me. Twelve fucking showerheads. Who needs twelve? Evidently the Scots.

This room was a pale blue with the same blue carpet as downstairs. The contractors had removed the wall behind the torn-out Jacuzzi and replaced it with beveled cut glass. Behind it were exotic plants and rock. It had the feel and look of being outdoors, but it was completely private. As with all the windows in the house, Latch had the shower designed the same. The frosted glass let you see out but not in. The fixtures were all slate gray. It made quite a stunning contrast against the Egyptian blue color.

I went back to unpacking.

We had a walk-in closet that was a house by itself. I’d almost had an orgasm when I saw it. Keenan just laughed. I rolled my eyes because clearly, he had more of a wardrobe than I did. We purchased a dual king bed with matching oak furniture. This was without a doubt our home. We furnished and decorated it together. We argued over what CDs and DVDs we should bring. What food should go in the pantry. How the toilet paper should go on the roll. We were so domesticated it scared the hell out of me. I let him organize the living room, and I got the kitchen. Keenan looked happy and content. At least for now.

Once the movie began filming, he was gone for weeks at a time. It was going to take almost a year to shoot in several locations. He came home on the weekends when he could, and occasionally, he dragged me to the set. It had been enjoyable the first three times. But once I found out about the two nude scenes he was doing with a costar twenty years younger than myself, I was livid.

“You’re being ridiculous. I’m only acting. It’s in the script. Jesus, I can’t tell them no. It’s in the fucking contract.”

“You never mentioned being naked,” I said as I stared at the floor. I hated behaving like a jealous girlfriend. Two words I thought I’d never use to describe myself.

He let out a big exhale. “Listen, I’m not going to be nude. It’s R-rated. Only my ass.”

“There’s a shower scene. You plan to wear pants?”

“Good God, are you listening to yourself? They have shit to cover us. I did this crap all the time for book covers. It will only look like I’m naked and fucking. You’re acting as if I’m doing porn. It’s not real, babe.”

“How are they going to cover—that?” I asked as my eyes narrowed on his cock.

“Baby, you can trust me. I love you. Come to the shoot that day. They’re filming it here because we need to do a few green screen shots.”

I pouted. “No, I don’t want to. You go have fun with your child costar.”

His arms circled my waist and pulled me into him. “Baby, my cock only wants you, can’t you tell?”

I nudged my body against his erection as he kissed the shell of my ear. “You never have to doubt me. My cock doesn’t recognize anyone else. I don’t see anyone but you. I find it incredible that no other man ever loved you. Is this why you are feeling insecure? You’re expecting the worst because you have no other experience to go on?”

“No, what makes it bubble to the surface is your child costar that’s twenty years younger than me. How can I possibly compete with her?”

Keenan sighed as frustration filled his voice. “There is no competition. You have no reason to ever doubt me or the way I feel about you. I’ve never once been with anyone but you since the night of the gala—no one.”

There. He finally said it. He didn’t realize it, or maybe he did, but he just called me out. He never asked and I’d never said, but it was evident he’d known. I had been with other men. Not many, just enough to make him wonder and worry how many there had been. He stayed because he loved me.

I went into the kitchen and began dinner. There was no more room for talking, and if I stayed locked with him, we’d end up having sex. I’d never turned it down before, but I was exhausted. We had no problems in the bedroom, just everywhere else.