“We love you exactly as you are. We love how hard you work, how hard you play, and how big your heart is. And the rest…we’ll sort that out together. This is new for all of us.” She tugged at his soaking wet clothes. “Please take this stuff off. I need you to warm up.”
He let her baby him, get him out of his clothes and wrapped in the towel on the couch. Then she did the same for her husband. “Do you know how exhausting it is to love this guy?” She squeezed Brent. “I mean that in the best possible way.”
“I’m a lot.”
“You’re a mess,” she said gently. “And I’m happy to have someone beside us who gets that, and loves you because of it, not in spite of it.”
“We’re assuming he loves us back,” Brent said, his eyes dancing.
“Get over here,” Evan rumbled, and she was immediately sandwiched between her loves. Her lover behind her, her husband in front.
Evan reached around her and grabbed Brent tight, his hands squeezing her husband’s biceps hard. “I love you both so much it confuses me. So much it arouses me, and frustrates me, and fills me with an impossible amount of joy. I want to come home to you both. I want to walk into the kitchen while he’s fucking you, Jess. I want him to find us in the bathroom, my cock in your pretty little mouth.”
“We were talking about emotions,” she whispered, heat sweeping through her. “And you went and made it dirty.”
“The best emotions are the dirty ones,” Evan said. “You taught me that.”
“Oh. That’s right, I did.” She squirmed between them. “And what about when I come home, and I find you making out on the couch? Two big, strong men wrestling for control, clothes undone?”
“That’s up to you,” Brent said. “What would you want to happen next?”
“I’d want to watch,” she whispered. “I want to watch right now.”
26
“If you want to, that is,” Jess whispered, her eyes wide. “It’s been a wild night.”
Evan’s heart pounded. He looked to Brent, who reached for him. She slid out from between them, and Brent crawled on top of Evan. Kissing, touching. It was painfully, beautifully intimate, and Jess was right there with them, holding them, urging Evan on to love her husband.
But tonight, he wanted Brent to be the one on top. He grabbed the back of Brent’s neck and held on tight. “I want you to fuck me.”
Brent’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open. “Are you sure?”
“I want you to. Tonight.”
Jess was already in the wooden box. Evan heard a clatter, then she delivered a lube packet and a condom to Brent before moving back, out of the way to sit on the ottoman. That wasn’t right, either.
Evan was shaking with need, his cock drooling. “Jess,” he said quietly. “Hold on. Not here. The bedroom. And bring another condom.”
He watched, hungry, as she unwound her shaky limbs and stood like a new foal.
Then he took them both to his bed for a long-overdue moment of the deepest kind of intimacy. Brent sprawled out, his cock heavy, his gaze lusty.
Jess hovered a few feet from the bed, watching.
“Closer.” Evan caught her around the thigh and tumbled her onto the bed. He turned around, getting on top of her. “I want to fuck you while he fucks me.”
“Oh!” Her eyes went wide.
“I don’t know about the, uh, choreography of this, but we’ll figure it out.” He grinned. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she breathed.
He looked back over his shoulder at Brent. “Lots of lube, fingers, take your time. Got it?”
A slow, are-you-kidding-me smile spread over his lover’s face. “Got it.”
Taking a deep breath, he moved down the bed a bit, settling between her thighs, and then he curved his back, presenting his ass to Brent.
