Evan took Brent’s face in his hands, his attention locked entirely on her husband in this moment, and brought their mouths together. His thumb stroked along Brent’s jaw, then down his neck and onto his arm. Hard, commanding holds, so different from how he kissed her.
It was beautiful.
“Your wife is watching,” Evan growled against Brent’s mouth.
He groaned, and Evan swallowed that, kissing him again before turning him, sliding behind him so they were both facing Jess.
“Ask her what she wants.” Evan kissed the side of Brent’s neck, and Jess shuddered.
His gaze grabbed hers and held on. “Ask her,” he repeated, his voice low.
Brent raised his head and looked at her. “What do you want, babe?”
“You. And him.” She swallowed. “I want you both. Together.”
20
Evan could feel Brent’s heart pounding as Jess approached them. She wound her arms around Brent’s neck, sandwiching her husband between them, and Evan felt him convulse as she initiated a kiss.
He’d had threesomes before. His first menage—with Evie and a guy in his dorm, when she visited him at university—had also been his first same-sex encounter, more than twenty years ago, but he remembered moments from it clearly. It had been a powerful, wonderful night.
He wanted to give Brent the same kind of gift.
Of course, Evan’s first threesome had also spelled the end of his relationship with Evie, but that had been for the best.
Tonight would not be the end of anything for the Dorans. He felt that fiercely inside, that they loved each other and needed to find their way back together. From the way they were looking at each other, they were probably already on the way.
Evan would just help them along.
It would be an honour. And when they were done with him, he’d have this night to remember forever.
Jess slid away from them, her fingers trailing over both of their bodies as she moved into the living room and stretched out on the couch. Evan took Brent’s hand and followed her. His blood coursed hot and fast through his veins as he pulled the other man into another embrace. He loved the feel of Brent in his arms, solid and lean, all muscle and warm flesh.
And a cock. A hard, heavy cock between them, just like his own. A cock he’d rubbed against twice before, and was ready to hold and taste and play with.
When he rubbed his hips against Brent, that got a big, growly reaction, so he did it again. They grappled and stumbled, which made Evan laugh, and that made Jess laugh. Somehow Brent ended up on the couch, and Evan reached for Jess next, but she stopped him.
“Can we see you naked?” she asked. She was brazen and beautiful. How could he deny her?
“Sure.”
She wrapped herself around Brent, and Evan held her gaze as she talked to her husband.
“Isn’t he gorgeous?” Jess buried her face in Brent’s neck for a second, then lifted again to take a voyeuristic little peek as Evan slowly peeled off his shirt. “And we get to share him.”
Fuck, that promise was like fire inside him.
Brent’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “You should get naked with him, babe. I want to see you with him.”
“We’ve got all night.” She stretched languidly against his body. “Pull him closer.”
Evan was down to his jeans now, his shirt discarded on a side chair. Brent hooked his fingers into Ev’s pocket and tugged.
Evan didn’t miss that his hand was shaking, and he dropped his own fingers to circle Brent’s wrist. Roughly, he guided him to touch Ev’s erection through his jeans.
With his other hand, he reached for Jess, stroking his fingers through her hair.
She smiled up at him, her eyes liquid and her mouth swollen and pink. “Can we see your cock?”
