Chapter 20

The weeks had flown by, Zach and Mike had sort of settled into a weird rhythm with me. While they each had their own rooms within the packhouse they often spent many nights with me, of course never at the same time. They would alternate or do days in a row; whatever they had worked out between them it was fine with me as I got plenty of time with them both. And when I said plenty of time I meant it, plenty of time in and out of clothes; I had never been so well loved and sexed in my life. Both with extremely different styles. Zach was dark, demanding, and rough, Mike tender and sweet but no less relentless. I had found that as of late, and mostly due to them I was sleeping harder and longer; something I welcomed. Things had sort of normalized within the pack, things had been mostly repaired, or at least in a functional sense. The newer members had become more and more comfortable in their roles, their hesitation long gone by this point. My dad had fin