Brent’s head fell back as he groaned, his cock heavy and leaking as he imagined what that would be like.
Jess slid into his fantasy, too, and he gasped as she wrapped herself around him, urging him on. To suck and lick and swallow as she pushed her breasts into him, as she ground her hips into him and told her how ready she was.“Want Evan to fuck me? Want to watch that?”He grunted, shoving that idea way.
Yes, and no. His fantasy twisted now, and he was on top of Jess, pinning her down. Showing her how muchhewanted to be the one fucking her.
But then Evan was behind him, snarling, and touching. Invading.
Brent came with a shout, his orgasm ripping from him in a blinding series of spurts. Fuck, where did that go? He’d have to scrub the whole thing down. Later. Weakly, he rinsed the walls down with the shower head, then turned the water off.
When he stumbled to the futon in nothing more than a towel, he thought there was nothing left in his tank.
But then he saw a group text message from Evan, to him and Jess.
Evan: Interested in dinner at my place tomorrow night? All three of us.
That was all it took for his cock to thicken and rise again, thumping against his belly.
Dinner. The three of them.
Holy fuck. That escalated quickly. Jess would be all over this. Sure enough, her reply popped up immediately.
Jess: Sounds great. I can’t wait.
Neither could Brent. Whatever would happen next, he was game. Oh, he was the most willing game.
19
Brent: Do you mind if I come down early and hang out before dinner? There are guys banging around my apartment today, giving my landlord quotes on a new HVAC system.
Jess: How early? I’ve got a couple of meetings.
Brent: I’m already in my truck. Two hours?
Jess: Sure, but you’ll have to come find me in between meetings to get a key to my place.
Brent: I don’t want to be inconvenient. I can go shopping.
Jess: Come shopping here! I’ll introduce you to the coolest outfitter you’ve ever met. Promise.
Brent was pretty sure she was humouring him, but he took her at her word and headed straight for Wardham.
He parked right on the main street, in front of Wardham Grocery, the one place in town he’d been before with Jess, when she’d moved in and needed to stock her pantry.
Then he walked down the street to A Bun in the Oven, a bakery Jess had talked about more than once or twice. She promised they had amazing coffee.
As he waited in line—which was longer than he expected—he sent a text letting her know he’d arrived in town.
Everyone in front of him was ordering baked goods, not just coffee, and with each enthusiastic request, his stomach growled. By the time he was at the front of the line, he found himself order a half-dozen muffins and a delicate looking pastry collection to take to Evan’s for dessert. “And a flat white, please.”
He paid, then moved over to the coffee bar at the side. While he waited, he checked his phone, and as he was looking at it, a message popped up.
Jess: I’m just finishing up. Meet me at the outfitters store. I’ve got a surprise for you.
He dropped a loonie in the tip jar for the barista, grabbed his coffee, and headed down the street.
Of all the surprises he’d considered—rope climbing gear as a host gift for Evan, a cool local kayak connection for himself—Brent could not have imagined who he saw when he pulled open the door and stepped inside a surprisingly high-end and well-stocked outfitters shop.
Behind the counter was DeShawn Williams, someone he knew from watching on TV.
