I don’t bother heading to the front door. Instead, I enter the pin to the keypad that keeps her side gate closed and then head to the back deck where I know they’re sitting. It’s where Nichole spends most of her time. As I approach, I hear their voices. I’m tempted to stop and listen to their conversation, but I’m also desperate to see my girl, so I round the corner and find them lounging together on one of the oversized loungers under a large black and white umbrella.

“Our cabana boy has arrived,” Nichole says with a wink.

Over the past month, my relationship with Nichole has grown to where we used to be before Myla’s dad passed away. It didn’t take much. We both found out we were rooting for one another after a serious conversation and, ever since, we’ve been a solid support for one another.

“I’ll be your cabana boy, but not free of charge. You’re going to have to tip me this time.” I walk up to them and lean down to give Myla a kiss. “Hey, baby, I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She smiles as I pull away.

“Enough with the heart eyes, can we please eat? I’m starving,” Nichole says.

“Can’t let the girl starve.” I bring over the food that’s in a take-out bag and set it on the lounger. While I divvy everything up, I ask, “How was your day, Nichole?”

“Good. Those binoculars you got me have been a godsend. I caught a couple behind some rocks today doing the old blow job. I learned a thing or two.”

“How could you possibly have learned something?” I ask in a teasing tone.

“Ask your brother. Not the greatest at a blow job, not like my girl here.”

I glance at Myla, who is smirking.

Yeah, she’s fucking good.

Really good.

Having her mouth on my cock is probably one of the best feelings ever.

“My gag reflex is too strong, but this girl was doing all sorts of wizardry with her hands.”

“Well, don’t be opposed to sharing, you know . . . that’s caring after all,” I say. I hand Myla a plate of food and say, “What about you, babe?”

“Well, besides the fact that I just learned my friend is a total voyeur and that my husband believes there could be improvement made on my blow jobs—”

“What, no, I didn’t say that,” I backtrack. “Just you know, if she ever wants to share information, that’s all. Babe, you know you give me the best head.”

She chuckles. “Wow, what an accomplishment. I should put that on my résumé. Gives best head.”

I take a bite of falafel and say, “I’d hire you.”

She rolls her eyes. “Anyway, while I was going over some designs with Kelsey today, I got an email from my professor. You know the design I did for my year-end project? Well, the company loved it so much that they want to use it. They’re commissioning me to assist with the project.”