I snort. “So romantic.”
He grins. “I thought that’s how this was going to be when we moved here. I was cool with that. Now that we have Noah, we can’t just be picking up women who are practically strangers, no matter how sure we are that they understand the situation. Before Noah, we could take some risks. We could have handled a little stalker, or getting robbed, and if there had been an accidental pregnancy, we would have dealt with it. But now, things are different. I won’t put Noah in any kind of danger, and I won’t put our amazing situation in jeopardy. I really didn’t think we could do the woman-sometimes-too thing again. Now though…” He trails off meaningfully.
Cas is so protective. He’s also pragmatic. He doesn’t make suggestions off the cuff and he doesn’t do things spontaneously, even if it seems that way.
“Caroline isn’t a risk?” Of course she isn’t. But how is Cas so sure? They just met.
“Caroline was your first love. There is still a spark there and still real feelings. She’s awesome. I really like her and we can trust her. And she’s not staying long term. It would be great if she wants to come back between jobs and we could have a couple of months of fun once in a while, but we don’t have to worry about adjusting our life in any way, we don’t have to worry about hiding anything, or making any permanent changes.”
See? He always thinks it all through.
And he’s always right.
I nod slowly. “That all sounds really good.”
His smile is wide. He tips Noah back from his shoulder. Our baby is fast asleep again, his face sweet and content. Cas kisses one chubby cheek. I lean in and kiss the other.
Cas carefully lays Noah back in the crib, then turns and slips an arm around my waist, steering me out of the room.
He pulls the door shut, then turns me, pressing me into the wall. His big hand cups the back of my neck, his breath ghosts over my mouth. “Fuck, you and Caroline would be so hot together.”
I can’t help the small groan that slips out. Yes, it has a little to do with the image of Caroline, naked, in our bed with us. But it’s also my husband’s lean, muscular body pressing close, one big hand holding me in place, the other running down the outside of my thigh, then up to cup my cock.
“That idea makes you hard, babe. You can’t deny that you want this.”
“I do,” I admit. “You would fuck her so well.”
Cas is an amazing lover. Honestly, sharing him with Caroline would be the nicest thing I could ever do for her.
“Yes.” He squeezes my cock. “I would.” He leans in, kissing me, stroking me through my jeans. Then he drags his mouth along my jaw to my neck. “Can you imagine her between us? You deep in her pussy, me fucking her ass?”
I shudder as lust snakes through me. “Why do you get her ass?” I manage, my hands sliding down his back to his ass, squeezing hard, pressing his cock against mine.
He chuckles, soft and rough. “Thought maybe you’d want to revisit that sweet pussy that you had so long ago. But if you want her ass, I’ll happily fuck that tight little cunt.”
“Jesus.” I fist his hair and kiss him hard, our tongues stroking hungrily. Then I pull back. “Why do you make it sound like it’s one and done? We can each have both. More than once.”
“That a boy,” he praises. Then he steps back, reaching over his head and grasping his shirt, yanking it over his head. “Let’s go to bed.”
“This has you all riled up, huh?” I ask with a smirk. I like that. A lot.
I want Caroline, for sure, but I want Cas to want her too. Ineedhim to want her. And vice versa.
For all the reasons he laid out, she’s a great choice. But also because the sex could be better than anything we’ve had with anyone else. I know her. I care about her. Sure, that sounds like it could complicate things, but not with Caroline. She’s not staying in Honeysuckle Harbor. She’s too independent, has her life all mapped out exactly as she wants it. She’s not going to let two guys come along and make things messy.
This can be very hot, very fun sex, that’s next level because there’s true respect and affection and history between us. Friendship.
That will make it so fucking good.
“Very,” he confirms. “We’ll have to discuss how to approach it with her.”
“I could?—”
“Later.” He cuts me off, nudging me toward our bedroom. “Take your clothes off and get on your knees.”
Fuckingyes, sir.
I strip on my way to the bedroom. Cas kicks his shoes off and shucks off his pants the second he crosses the threshold. We crash into each other, our mouths fusing, our bodies pressed together, rounding the bed as one.
