The Lion’s Mail Order Menage

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“What can I get you boys?  I realize this is your apartment, Caleb, and it might be terribly presumptuous of me to play hostess, but it seems like the right thing to do, given the circumstances.”

“You don’t see us complaining, do you?” Tyler said with a grin, looking over at Caleb to decipher how he felt about the situation.  What he saw gave him pause.  Not enough to change anything up about their relationship, at least not yet, but still enough to give him pause. 

This wasn’t all just a good time for him.  That glassy look in his eyes, the way they shone and followed her around the room, he was in love with her.  Christ, he was really, honest to god in love with her and here was good old Tyler, supposedly his best friend, and he hadn’t seen it.  He supposed he should bow out, that he should leave the two of them alone, but something inside of him couldn’t quite let go. 

He had gotten used to it, that was all.  He had grown to rely on the comfort of her touch, grown to need the time the three of them spent together.  Never in a million years would he have expected to wind up in a relationship like this, sharing a girl with his friend.  He sure as hell hadn’t ever thought he would be bedding a girl at the same time as Caleb and yet, at this point, it didn’t even feel strange.

It felt like something they just did and the hell with anyone who didn’t understand it (although most people seemed to have accepted it with very little problem).  He was happy for Caleb and what this love could mean for him, he just wasn’t ready to give up his own part in things.  Not yet.  Not so abruptly.

“Um, boys?  Are you still with me?”

“Sh*t, sorry, babe, yes.  We sure are, aren’t we Caleb?”

“Yes, god, yes.  I want you to think of this place as yours, too.  I don’t want you to think of it as my apartment where you just happen to live.”

“So then you don’t mind me fixing you two a drink, then?”

“No,” all three of them laughing now, “I don’t see how that could be a problem.”

“Bourbons, right?”

Man, if there was a way to get to Tyler’s heart, it was through a big ol’ glass of bourbon.  And it sure as sh*t didn’t hurt when the person serving it to him looked like Meena.  She was a pretty little thing, no doubt about it.  She didn’t look like any of the girls from the neighborhood and the more he was around her, the more he thought of that as a good thing. 

Maybe that was part of why he couldn’t just let Caleb have her.  Maybe he was worried he wouldn’t find another girl who struck him quite the way she did.  It definitely wasn’t love, but he had a stronger admiration for her than he had ever mustered up for a woman.  That wasn’t nothing, at least not to him.

“Sounds perfect to me.  How’d you know?”

“What a silly question, Tyler.  Of course I know.  How could I not know my lions?”