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sporting last year. Logan wasn’t sure if the others had lost any pounds, but they’d all lost the weight that had been dragging them down during their previous trip. They stood taller, smiled wider, and not one of them looked enviously at the young guys strutting on the lake’s beach.
There was no reason for envy when they had everything they wanted.
“Maintenance spankings, huh?” Faris asked curiously.
“They’re working better than I ever expected,” Logan said. He’d just finished explaining how he and Felicity had gotten things working again, everything from admitting he’d put too much on her shoulders to going to the Outlands to how they balanced their real life and their kink life. “Saying ‘maintenance’ and ‘schedule’ sounds boring, but they’ve been fun. It also helps to set up the expectation and gives us something to look forward to through the week.”
He leaned back in his camp chair, finishing off his beer and bent over to pick another out of the cooler. There were actually quite a few left in there. None of them had been drinking during this year’s trip. They’d also gotten more exercise than ever, joining Ray on his morning run. Logan huffed and puffed at the end of the line, but he was starting to think he might get back into running when he got home.
Just not at six in the morning and not at the grueling pace Ray set.
Henry’s phone dinged, and he pulled it out, quickly reading, then shooting off a text. The rest of them all watched him curiously. Last year at this time, he’d been worried about his marriage and in a job he hated. This year, he was a hell of a lot happier, and Natalie had become famous. Felicity had become a bit of a fangirl, actually. The women had always gotten along well when they’d all gotten together as couples, but now, Felicity was feeling a little starstruck.
It had been interesting to watch from afar, and watching was most of what Logan had done since Henry had been incredibly tightlipped the few times they’d talked on the phone, other than to say he’d been ‘efficient.’ Logan didn’t think Ray or Faris had gotten much more than that, either. Actually, all of them had been pretty tight-lipped, other than to report success… they’d wanted to share the full stories in person.
And after pouring his own guts out, Henry couldn’t keep holding out on them, right?
“All right, Henry,” Logan said. “Spill. I’ve gotta know. What happened with you and Natalie? She’s all famous now, and you’ve barely said a word about what went down between the two of you.”
Instead of answering right away, Henry took a long sip of beer, trying to gather his thoughts. Maybe he was hoping someone would let him off the hook if he was quiet long enough, but they all just stared at him and waited.
As usual, when he did finally say something, it was completely blunt and to the point.
“Well, I came home from our camping trip last year to a Dear John letter,” he said. Logan’s eyes widened in shock. Damn, that was rough. It was nothing compared to what Henry said next, though. “I might or might not have kidnapped her after her debut show.”
Holy shit. That crazy fucking bastard.
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Henry
“The Dad Bod Doms,” we chorused, doing a male fist bump thing as we prepared to leave for our respective homes after our yearly camping trip. Our cars were packed, and I was itching to get on the road.
It was a pact. An agreement between four old friends. Maybe more a challenge to recapture the lost spark that used to make our marriages so successful. At least Ray, Faris, and Logan were talking to their wives. After years of failed fertility treatments and demanding careers, my relationship with Natalie needed some help.
Whole days went