Chapter 8: Gang of Three

"I heard what you said to Kerry, about pushing our envelope. I'm feeling a little pushed."

Moira snuggled in, throwing a leg over my hip, tugging the bedcovers back into place.

"Oh? How do you feel about that?"

"Remember that first night. You came at me with such overwhelming intensity yet..."

She shuddered slightly.

"It was like you were throwing your love at me. You know? A fast ball right at my sweet spot."

"Mm, yeah. I gave you a good pitch and you homered."

"You certainly have a good opinion of yourself." She scratched fingernails down my neck. "But it is true. I always knew there'd be another man for me, sooner or later. Probably later as I'd had a nice peaceful ten year plan until you leap into my life one day, and all that's out the window. It's not just me and Aly anymore. It's me and Aly and you and yours. It's like we're going to build a tribe."

"A tribe, eh. You comfortable with all this?" I felt a vague pang of worry for her.

"That's the surprise, I'm very comfortable with these recent twists and turns. Kerry told me a little about herself, her story is fascinating. Did you know she has an undergrad degree in genetics? She was planning on a Ph.D. when Paul came along and slowed her down a bit."

"Oh, really? I see what you mean by twists and turns. Then they immigrate to California, and her husband is killed in a plane crash. That's twisted enough for anyone."

"But she handled it, don't you see. What ever is thrown at her, she handles it, and she uses it as a growth opportunity, not a misfortune."

"Okay, power of positive thinking. What's your point?"

"I think we should merge, the six of us. It's so logical even if unconventional."

"Well, we Sili Valley guys don't live from convention to convention."

"Aii, I'll ignore that. When Kerry and Dave come back from their weekend in The City, let's talk seriously about this."

"Okay, that's good timing. We can think through the pros and cons between now and then." I hugged her and yawned.

"I have to say sorries for freaking out on you this weekend. I hope I didn't hurt you."

"I think I expressed my forgiveness this afternoon. Several times, you might remember."

"I remember, but I needed to say the words."

"Mm, hm." I was fading fast as she rolled to her opposite side, her butt squirming close to my belly.

I nuzzled her neck making her sigh softly.

"Gimme your stick." Moira raised her leg, and gentle warm fingers stretched my limp penis up against her soft pelt.

"Now it's nice and safe," she murmured.

Safe from what, I wondered as I faded into dreamland.

Almost.

The bed bounced slightly. I felt cool air on my naked butt as the blankets were lifted.

"Mmm?" I asked of the dark bedroom, feeling warm fingers on my shoulder.

The bed bounced again and warm legs and belly pressed against my butt.

"Mmm," I agreed.

"G'Night, Daddy," a soft voice whispered.

"G'Night, Punkin," I whispered back.

Aly gave my shoulder a friendly pinch before sliding her palm down to my waist and around to my butt. She patted it three times and gave it a squeeze. I slid an arm from mother to daughter and returned the favor. Three pats and a squeeze. She kissed my shoulder blade and sighed. I kissed her mother's hair and sighed. Last fading thought, this is how we slept in the caves.

Morning's soft light woke me. That and last night's beer. Moira's warm butt pressed against my hip, her hair a dark cascade on her pillow. Aly's leg, thrown over mine also warm and comforting. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the urgent bladder message. No thoughts came, my mind blank as I tried to be aware of feelings and sensations. Life is good, I thought. Damn good.