And that’s it. I fall. Hard, fast, forever.
I love her. The feeling’s huge, wide open, painful, like Blade said, because it can be taken away, but also, unbearably light. Unbearably good.
I glance at her mouth, flush hot all over, start to lean in and—
“What time is it?” Blade asks, coming awake on his side of the big bed.
With a groan, I sink back down, flush with nerves and adrenaline. Fuck Fuck, I want to kiss her.
I turn and she’s still watching me with the sort of naughty, secret smile I want to see every morning for the rest of my life.
“Don’t know.”
Blade sits up, one hand casually set on my wife’s naked thigh. I don’t say anything, though I can’t stop staring at it. He turns, catches my look, and lifts it off with a huge grin. “I see how it is, bro.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Nah, I like a little jealousy. Just that extra dose of spice.” His grin softens. “Y’all wanna be alone or are we going for a second round?”
We both look at Twyla, who stills, her eyes huge on me and then him and back to me. “I’m a little hungry, but I could, um…”
We wait. She bites her lip and pulls the sheet up to her shoulders, eyes wide.
“What, baby?” I whisper.
“I could do that again.”
My cock pulses.
“What part?”
Her smile is full-on. “I liked it all.”
All three of us grin.
“But I still have this…thing in my butt and…”
Oh, fuck. Both Blade and I tense up like we’ve been electrocuted. I’m guessing his excitement’s not quite on a par with mine, but a glance down tells me that the man is ready.
“How do you want it?” I ask. “Want to feel used again? Or just…”
She shrugs. “Maybe a little. It’s pretty…” A shy smile. “Satisfying.”
Blade and I laugh low. My stomach muscles tighten as I let myself take in her body, then his. He turns to give me a better view of his cock and, damn, the man would give me a complex if I weren’t naturally confident.
“Want to get dinner together with me, Blade?” I ask, swinging out of bed.
“Sure.”
Naked, we head toward the kitchen area, leaving Twyla sputtering on her own in the bed. “Hey!”
I point at the other door. “Bathroom’s in there. Get washed up and join us in the kitchen.”
“Yes, sir.” She salutes, sashaying off with an extra dose of wiggle in her walk, and I grin and the easiness of the whole thing seems like a dream. Too good to be real.
A shiver of unease runs through me. I do my best to ignore it.
In the kitchen, the two of us pull out a cheese plate and a half-bottle of champagne. Most everything’s ready, but I suddenly like the idea of being busy while she services us. I’m unnecessarily rewashing grapes when she appears in the doorway.
