“She’s sweet,” he said, staring at the amber liquid in the heavy crystal tumbler. His gaze slowly lifted to mine when he added, “And so fucking hot.”
My cock was already semi-hard, had been throughout dinner. I found I couldn’t be around Emily or Kieran for any length of time and not get hard. I wanted them both with a passion that often surprised me. I prided myself on my control, had even been touted by the media as the iceman on occasions. Yet when it came to the two most important people in my life, I couldn’t imagine locking these feelings down. And now that I’d introduced the two of them, now that Emily was in my life again, I wouldn’t be able to control my desires.
Not if I was expected to function.
“Like I told you, we talked a little about school. I think she’s leaning toward quitting.”
I agreed with that assessment, although I knew anything was possible with Emily. She was a practical woman, and with some time alone, she would weigh the pros and cons. I wouldn’t deny I hoped to see her in my office first thing in the morning, but I wouldn’t be disappointed either way. My sole objective, aside from giving her as many orgasms in as many different ways as physically possible, was to make Emily happy, and if that meant enduring another two to four years of her being in school, then so be it.
“So it was afriendly conversation,” I said, emphasizing the friend part.
“It was a bit more than friendly.” Kieran’s eyes were hot and bright. I suspected he was remembering what had transpired between them this afternoon.
Curiosity had me glancing down at his crotch. His cock was tenting the front of the charcoal-gray slacks he had changed into for dinner.
“Tell me,” I growled, tossing back what was left of my drink before getting up for a refill.
“She told me she wouldn’t give you up.”
I paused mid-pour, my gaze darting to his face. “What prompted that?”
He chuckled softly. “If I’m not mistaken, Emily’s enjoying the threesome aspect of our relationship. Said she wants to be with both of us. Separately and together.”
The relief I felt was palpable. I set down the decanter, returned to my seat, waiting for Kieran to continue.
I knew that this aspect of my relationships was not the norm. I was openly bisexual, another thing the media enjoyed hassling me about, and I’d known from an early age that I would not be able to settle for one or the other. I had this intense desire for women and men, and while my feelings for Kieran were strong, I’d even go so far as to say they were unbreakable, they weren’t enough to satisfy me completely. I wasn’t entirely sure he felt the same depth of need and desire for a woman that I did, but it was pretty damn close.
If the saying wasthe heart wants what it wants, then mine needed the love of a man and a woman, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it.
“I take it you approve?” I asked Kieran.
“Wholeheartedly.”
I set my glass on the side table, rested my hand on the arm of the sofa. “Now I want the details.”
Kieran lifted his glass to his lips, took a fortified sip before lowering it. “Perhaps we should try that show-not-tell method of yours.”
I gave him a curt nod. “Brilliant idea.”
Kieran set his glass down, then stood. I watched him, my cock stirring when he reached behind his head and tugged the black cashmere sweater over his head. He tossed it aside. My gaze zeroed in on the hard planes of his chest, the rigid muscles in his abdomen. His broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, the cut lines that V’d downward into the waistband of his slacks always drew my eye. From the very first time I’d seen Kieran shirtless, I’d wanted to lick every delicious inch of him, to memorize the angles, to explore the ridges and planes. And I had numerous times. I just didn’t think I’d ever get enough to sate me fully. Never had I seen another male specimen that excited me as much as he did.
The belt was the next to go, unbuckled slowly, then pulled through the loops and tossed aside. His thick fingers went to the button, freed it before lowering the zipper. His slacks slid down his legs, revealing that he’d gone commando this evening, something I found sinfully fuckable.
Kieran toed off his shoes, then discarded his slacks and socks. When he stood tall, he was gloriously naked, his thigh muscles contracting as though it took effort for him to stay in one place. My attention shifted to his cock as it bobbed proudly out from his body, his balls hanging heavily beneath. I suddenly wanted him in my mouth, but I knew better than to alter the narrative here. Kieran was a man on a mission, and I wasn’t about to stand in his way.
“Keep in mind, she was wearing those boots.”
Oh, those boots. Yes, I’d been particularly fond of the outfit she wore today.
“Andonlythose boots,” he said on a gruff chuckle.
Kieran took one step toward me and my cock jerked, every drop of blood in my body detouring south in preparation for him.
When he was close enough, Kieran planted his hands on my thighs and eased down to his knees on the hardwood.
I stared down at him, loving the sight of him like that. Naked, kneeling. There was something insanely erotic about having this proud, powerful man on his knees. More so because I knew it wasn’t something he did for just anyone.
“She said she wanted to do something to me,” Kieran relayed.
