Eric and Cole have been partners – both personal and professional – for several years. They have an open relationship, but lately it’s been more open than Cole is comfortable with. Eric has become distant, making no secret of his preference of partners. But what do you do when you’re so tied to the person who hurts you the most? What happens when it’s not just your relationship at stake—but your livelihood?

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I stood on the balcony with my morning cup of coffee, naked, but wrapped snuggly in my blanket. Looking down at the snow-covered courtyard, I watched as Eric made his way toward the main lodge. I'd gone to sleep alone and woke up alone as well. There had been a time when Eric refused to stay the night with his conquests. There had been a time when he'd have his fun and he'd come home to me. In the past year or so, I could probably count on one hand the number of times we'd actually fucked. Not for my lack of trying though.

I ignored his slight wave, a wave that he seemed to give me out of guilt more than anything. If I didn't know any better, the only guilt I think Eric felt was that he was with me and didn't have a longer leash.

I heard the bedroom door and steeled myself. I knew he'd come out to reaffirm to me how great his night had been. One of the hardest things I had to do was try to smile as he told me of how his escapades and flings had turned out. I swore to myself a few minutes later as I heard the balcony door click open. I didn't want to hear how tight anyone's ass was at this point—other than mine. I knew that wasn't going to happen though.

"Good morning Cole," Eric whispered into my ear as he slid his hands around my waist. "I didn't think you'd be awake yet."

"Um-humm," I sighed as I leaned into his warm body. "I'm always awake at five-thirty in the morning Eric. You know that."

Eric kissed along my neck as his hands went to my hips, pulling me closer to him. His hands skimmed down along my thighs as he pulled the blanket up over my ass. I tried to pull it back down with my one free hand. "Don't fight me Cole," Eric whispered.

"I've never fought you once," I snapped. "But I'm not going to stand out here, let you tease me, and then have to jack myself off when you decide you've had enough. That's getting old."

He took the coffee cup from my hand and set it down on the railing before taking the blanket from around my shoulders. I started to object, but he suddenly had his body pressed tightly against mine. The hair of his chest scraped against my back and his cock slid between my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes and sighed as I leaned back into him. I couldn't believe he'd taken the time to get naked or that he was actually wanting to fuck me.

"Come on," I whispered. "Let's go inside."

"No," he said firmly. "I want to fuck you out here." I heard something snap and I bit at my lip at the familiar, yet infrequent sound. His lubed fingers probed at my hole and he slid one inside of me, moving it around in a circular motion. I groaned and pushed back into his hand as he nibbled at my ear.

Gooseflesh covered my entire body, but it wasn't from the cold. It was from the heat that was radiating from behind me. "Please, Eric," I moaned. "Damn it, just…"

Eric shifted and his fingers left me only seconds before his lubed cock pressed into me. "Fuck you?" He chuckled. "Oh yeah, I'm going to fuck you right into a good morning."

I closed my eyes and gasped as he slid into me, burying himself balls deep in one swift stroke. He rested his head on my shoulder and his hands slid around my chest, his thumbs grazing over my nipples as he began moving his hips. I shook in his arms as he bit at my earlobe and the skin of my neck. "Brace yourself on the railing and spread your legs out." He whispered.

I did as he said and pushed my ass back against him. "Love it when you fuck me Eric," I moaned and reached back with one hand, pulling him deeper into me.

"God, your ass isn't as tight as…" he broke off. "God what was his name?"

I rolled my eyes and was about to pull away. "I don't need this, Eric. I really don't."

He grabbed my hips quickly and slammed into me. "Fuck him. He might have a nicer ass, but it's your ass I love. That's what counts."

His words stung deeply. It was like having ice cold water thrown in my face. No one had ever complained that my ass wasn't tight. No one but Eric, that is. Eric seemed to always have something to complain to me about. But I loved him, nonetheless, and he was honest about what he did outside of our bedroom. That was what really mattered to me. I pushed back hard against him. "Just fuck me Eric, no more words, just fuck."

He kissed along the back of my neck as his hands went to the railing. I pushed back and he pulled onto the railing, slamming his hips against me. His cock wasn't huge, but it wasn't the smallest I'd ever had either. There were times though, that when he fucked me like this, he got really deep and it drove me absolutely crazy. Every time he moved, even if it was a fraction of an inch, his cock grazed my prostate. Fuck, if that didn't feel so incredible, I'd have pushed away and gone to jack off.

My balls drew up and I began to shake as he pushed me closer to the edge. I cried out, giving him a string of nasty little words of encouragement as he fucked me. I didn't care who heard, who saw, who fucking joined. All I cared about—was getting off. "What a slut you are," Eric growled. "Taking my cock and demanding more. You like having that cock work your ass, slut?"

"Fuck yeah!" I cried out as my ass clenched around his cock. He pushed into me roughly a few more times and I nearly screamed as the come blasted out of my cock, coating the icy wooden railing. Eric bit hard at the back of my neck as he shoved into me one last time, coming deep inside of me.

He paused for a few moments trying to catch his breath, and then pulled away completely. He then grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders. "Thanks, I needed that. I'm going to go shower and head into the office."

I sighed and nodded. "Whatever Eric, glad I could be of service to you."

"What's your problem?" Eric snapped. "You bitch and you moan when I don't fuck you, and then when I do, you still bitch and moan. I don't know what you want from me."

"It never used to be this way," I said as I pulled the blanket tightly around me. "When you used to fuck me, like more of on a regular occasion rather than twice a year, you used to at least pretend that you loved me. It was at least something to make it more like a relationship than a business transaction."

"You know it's not like that, Cole." Eric sighed and shook his head. "You know I love you."

"In your own little way…yeah, I know."

"And we have an excellent relationship," he said sharply. "If you don't like something, you need to speak up."

"I want you to at least come home Eric," I knew the hurt was showing in my voice, but it was too late to stop it. "I don't care who you fuck," I lied. "But at least come home after you do it."

"That's all that's bothering you?" Eric chuckled.

I sighed heavily and closed my eyes tightly, fighting away the tears. "Yeah, that's it."

"Well, that's fine. I'll let you know the next time I'm staying the night somewhere." He kissed me lightly on the shoulder. "I need to get a shower. I want to get into the kitchen and have a talk with the boys before breakfast."

"Go on then," I said quietly. "We'll talk later."

"I'm meeting Chris and his partner for dinner and a little bit of fun later," Eric said as he put his hand on my shoulder. "You want to come along and join in?"

I shook my head and shrugged his hand off of my shoulder. "No, I don’t even remember who Chris is."

"He's the blonde body builder that came in three days ago. I know you remember him. I was with you at the front desk when you checked them in, and you even commented on how hot he was."

I shrugged. "I guess. But no, you just have your fun. I'll find something better to do with my time."

Eric sighed. "Alright then. But I don't want to hear you bitch and moan how you never get to have any fun."

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my cup of coffee and moving to one of the chairs on the deck. "Whatever."

Eric walked back into the bedroom and I a few moments later I heard the shower door slide closed. I took a sip of my coffee and sat back, hating the way his come felt as it oozed out of my ass. It was at that point, I wondered how I could both despise and love someone so much. And it was also then, that I wondered if I wasn't missing something in my life…something I thought I'd already found. I'd either had it and lost it, or never had it at all.