Barely able to breathe.
Stefan's lips left mine, and he peppered my face with kisses.
I giggled at what he was doing.It felt nice.And loving.
And slightly goofy.
“I love you, wife,” he whispered against my lips.
“I love you, too, husband.”
One more kiss, and he pulled out of me and rolled to the side.I moved over and snuggled into him, laying my head on his chest.
“There's a very real chance Francesca might have a concussion after that,” Nick said as he moved in behind me.His hand touched my head, and he kissed the side of my face.
Stefan and I laughed quietly.“Perhaps you should hand her back over to me, and I'll check her out.”Nick's hands grabbed my waist, and he tried to pull me away.
“No fuckin' way, man.She stays here.”Stefan's tone was lighthearted, but it was obvious he still meant what he said.
“All right, then.There are other things I can do from this angle.”Nick's fingers dragged down my back, over my behind—and—
“Ohh,” I gasped as his fingers grazed over—that.
Stefan immediately swatted his hands away.“Are you kidding me?We haven't even done that yet,” he scolded Nick—but in a friendly way.Also—Stefan had said, “yet.”Which meant—we would be doing things—there?
Yikes.
“Ah, I see.No assplay at all?”
My eyes went wide, and I lifted my head.“What?Is that an option?”I asked, my voice sounding more than a little shocked.
Stefan chuckled and rubbed my arm.“It's 8.b.Didn't you read that on the spreadsheet?”
Nick's voice interjected, “Spreadsheet?There's a spreadsheet?”
Stefan nodded and looked at his friend.“Color-coded.Francesca's idea.”
There was a short silence until Nick asked, “Can I get in on this spreadsheet?It sounds like a lot for one man to accomplish all by himself with you, Francesca.I think my friend needs help.”Nick laughed quietly and kissed my back.His lips felt nice there.
“The spreadsheet is just for me and my wife.Thanks for your offer, though.”Stefan chuckled at his friend.
Nick continued kissing my back, and I sighed, laying down on Stefan's chest again.Nick's kisses got lower—
And lower—
And lower.
Until he was—right—at my behind.
“That's fine.But one day—” Nick spread my cheeks with his hands and licked—right there.“I'll be here.Inside your tight little ass.”
Stefan sighed and shook his head.“Stop.You're scaring her.”
Nick kissed my cheeks and let them go.“Fine, but she should know and be prepared.”
Stefan's lips touched my forehead, and he put his hand on my behind.“She'll be ready for you, Nick.Don't worry.”
Double yikes.
