Something Even Better (It's All Good 2)

Something Even Better
Kate Douglas
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Copyright ©2013 Kate Douglas

This has to be an alternate reality, because it can't be real. My life has never been this good, so I'll be damned if I'm going to pinch myself. If it's a dream, I don't want to wake up. I glanced at Marc -- Marc Mirot, long O, silent T as he was quick to explain -- sitting across the table from me in the same classy little restaurant and bar where I'd first met him, and the guy winked. How the hell he made me feel that wink in my balls I'll never know, but he really has my number.

He has it, because I gave it to him. My number, my lips, my ass, my love. Hard to imagine I can say that after only a week, but it's true. I still can't believe I did what I did. Trying to get rid of a clingy ex-wife and an absolutely crazy ex-mother-in-law, I made a move I never would have thought I'd have the balls to do. Walked up to a perfect stranger, a good-looking guy sitting alone at the bar in the restaurant where my ex and her mother had chased me down, put my arms around the dude and whispered in his ear, "Help me out. Pretend you're my lover."

Yeah, it's pretty desperate when a guy who's a hundred percent straight lays a kiss on another guy to convince his ex he wants her to stay an ex, but Marc didn't even hesitate. In fact, he kissed me -- kissed me like there was no tomorrow, but for me, that kiss opened up a whole set of new tomorrows.

So tonight, we came back to the same restaurant where we met to celebrate our one-week anniversary. One week of the best sex I've ever had -- the best sex, and the best time. Marc's funny and smart, and so sexually free that he can appreciate a beautiful woman as well as a good-looking guy.

Which takes me back to that alternate reality, dream, I-don't-want-to-wake-up-from thing, because we'd both just experienced deja vu in a most amazing way. Sitting here avoiding the glances of a group of scrawny, overly-made-up man-hunters when a veritable earth goddess walked into the room. I commented to Marc that I thought she was totally hot, and he sort of gave me a weird look, but then the anorexic tribe gave her the brush-off when she waved at them, which really pissed me off. So I looked at her and smiled.

And she smiled right back, turned away from the skinny bitches and walked right up to me. I stood to greet her when she leaned close and whispered, "Please. Help me out. Pretend you're my lover."

So I looked at Marc and smiled at him, then said so softly only the three of us could hear, "How about if we both pretend we're your lovers?" Her eyes went wide, and I kissed her, and damn it if she didn't kiss me back. Her lips were so perfect, so soft and full that I could have kissed her for hours, but Marc was already on his feet, hugging her from behind. I gently spun her around to Marc, and he practically bent her over the table he was so into it. I was afraid we might have scared her, but when Marc finally ended the kiss, she looked at him so dreamy-eyed that I almost laughed.

"That's sort of the same look I have on my face after he kisses me," I said. And Ginny -- her name's Virginia Kalani, but she goes by Ginny -- said, "I can believe it."

So now we're sitting here and I've got Ginny beside me in the booth and Marc across the table and Lord, if I'm dreaming, I really don't want to wake up. Because this is exactly what Marc and I were just talking about. My feelings for him are so strong, but I like women, too. I'm still not sure if I'm gay -- Marc refers to it as being open-minded -- but as much as I'm beginning to love Marc, I'd been feeling as if there's something missing.

At least I felt that way. Past tense. Now, since Ginny's joined us at the table, not so much. Now it feels as if whatever we have, me and Marc, whatever the feelings are or where they'll lead, if Ginny's part of the equation, we've got exactly what we need. I don't know how to explain it and I don't know if Ginny is even interested, but I want her. And I want Marc. And I don't want to have to choose between one or the other.

So I'm not pinching myself. I don't want to wake up. I want this dream to last.