“Helmet. Now, Big Boy. We’ve got plans.”
The breakneck speedMaddox is driving with me on the back of his bike shouldn’t be safe, but when it comes to being in Maddox’s presence, I always feel like he’s got me. That’s why I decide to make the first move this time.
My hands are bracing on the tank while my front is pressed to his back, and as we pull up to the red light not too far from my house, I let my hands find his thighs. I slowly drag them up his leather pants, easily finding his rock-hard cock lying against his left thigh. “What do we have here, Mad Dog?”
Marley’s glowing, pink devil horns turn toward us as she pulls up beside us, and the moan that comes through the commsfrom her is almost enough to have me bust in my pants. “Oh, please fucking tell me your hand is on my husband’s cock.”
Yep, I’m going to come in my leathers.
CHAPTER
SIX
MADDOX
“Fuccckkk, Zan, please not while I’m in these tight pants,” I plead with him, but he continues gripping me tightly.
“Shh, we’re almost back to my place.”
“And what’s going to happen?” Because I sure as hell want shit to go down between the three of us, but he’s never seemed interested in the slightest—well, besides the joking…
Maybe it wasn’t teasing after all.
Marley purrs into her helmet’s comm, “I can tell both of you what I want to see happen…” I don’t even need to see it to know there’s a devilish grin lining my wife’s face.
When my eyes find Marley beside me on her bike, she’s shamelessly grinding side to side on her seat. Knowing the view of Zander rubbing me through my pants is exciting her, I can’t help but growl, “And what is that, Starburst?”
When the light turns green I shift into first, causing Zander to wrap his free arm around my stomach. Being this close to him is like a high I didn’t know I’d been chasing all these years. Then I’m stuck in my head, wondering if the guys I’ve been with previously had been nothing but mere placeholders—me trying to fill the hole in my heart that Zander was always meant to be.
As men, society pressures us to keep a distance from friends, never getting too close or too in-depth with one another. The slurs will start rolling off tongues more easily than most could imagine. But at this point in my life—entering my forties—I can’t find it in me to care what other people think about me and my sexual preferences. There’s no option to only have surface-level friendships and relationships; they’ll never be enough for me.
Especially with my best friend.
Zander’s hand continues massaging my cock while his other hand drifts up my stomach, quickly finding my one pierced nipple and working it over with his fingers. I tip my head back for just a second, soaking in his touch, but still keeping my hands steady to steer. I hiss, “Fucckk, we could’ve had this for so long…”
Zander’s response is immediate. “Well, we have it now. So, shut up.”
It’s like he’s racing me, but instead of him being on his bike beside us, he’s racing to have me come in my pants before we get back to his house.
I refuse to come until I can carry out my plan.
We pull into the driveway right on the tail end of Marley. She swings off her bike, and her body language alone looks ready to jump both of our bones. Barely above a whisper, her voice cracks through the comms, “Keep the helmets on.” Then she’s walking over to us as she pulls hers off.
Zander stands, but before he’s able to get off my bike, I reach behind me and grab his equally pulsing cock. “I’m getting my lips around you tonight, Big Boy.” And “big boy” is ringing true with the amount of cock filling my grip.
The cold that wracks my body when Zander shifts is short-lived when I swing my leg over my bike and am immediately hit with the sight of my wife dropping to her knees in front of Zander and me.
I look over to Zander but can’t read his expression behind the blacked-out visor on his helmet—and I know he can’t see what I’m thinking either. Then I remember the comms, and it hits me that this is about to be better than I ever could have imagined.
With the deceiving doe eyes that will get her absolutely anything she wants, Marley purrs, “Zander, baby, say red if it’s ever too much.”
“Red light, green light… got it,” he answers her, the nerves lacing his voice heavily. I know the power my woman holds while she’s down on her knees, and it brings me sick joy when I see her take that power from other men.
Even if that other man is my best friend.
In slow motion, Marley reaches up and undoes my belt and the button on my pants, but instead of watching her, my eyes flick to Zander, first landing on his helmet—fuck, I want to see his reaction to this. But the bulge in his pants only growing in size is enough to ensure he’s still having a good time. Plus, he hasn’t run for the hills yet.
I test the waters with him since we’re outside his house. “The neighbors could be watching…” I know a little exhibitionism gets Marley all sorts of worked up, but this is Zander’s house. The last thing I want is the possibility of him having to deal with shitty neighbors.
