It was hard to miss the way Vi tensed at hearing the thickness in Shaw’s voice. But I found it hard to focus on her when Shaw was doing something with her hips that made my head spin. Her cream coated Jagger’s cock. I licked my lips, curious about how she would taste. Would she have a different flavor compared to Vi? Unable to stop myself, I wrapped my hand around my shaft and stroked myself. My balls were already tight, ready to spill again.
“Fuck, dimples. Fuck. I can’t think straight. I can’t. You don’t get to play games with me like that and expect me not to want…”
“I’m okay with that, though. I never would have started it, not even back then, if I weren’t okay with it. Remember what I said? I’ll share with you.”
“Gods!” His bellow as he came hard ripped through the air. Shaw dropped one hand, her fingers rapidly fluttering over her clit until she cried out. Seeing the pleasure that rolled over her face, clenching through her entire body, I felt my own release rush up, spilling come all over my stomach and lap again, making a mess of me and Vi’s legs.
I dropped my head back, wondering what the fuck had just happened to my life. I’d thought it was pretty damn perfect until I witnessed Vi and Shaw kissing. Now, I realized that maybe something had been missing. I should have paid more attention. Maybe whatever this was would have happened sooner.
“Shaw?” Vi whispered. Something in her voice had me sitting up straighter. She was looking at Shaw with her brows scrunched together, as if she didn’t know what to do or say.
Struggling to catch their breaths, Jagger and Shaw turned their heads. Their gazes drifted over Vi, hunger darkening their eyes.
Vi was solely focused on Shaw. “You never said that you missed us. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Shaw ducked her head. Shy had never been an adjective I associated with her before, but she had a vulnerability about her right then that had nothing to do with the fact that she was naked and had an audience while she fucked Jagger.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” she finally said after a few moments of tense silence passed.
“Why not?” Vi demanded.
“Because you don’t need me anymore.”
Tears filled my wife’s eyes. “That’s not true. How could you think that? You mean everything to me.”
Shaw swallowed hard. “It wasn’t supposed to be like that. I never meant to…”
“Love me?”
“Yeah.”
“I love you too.”
I smiled at that. Those words had always calmed something inside me. I’d been possessive as fuck over my girl when we were younger. But now, I could see all too clearly that Vi’s love was too damn special to keep just for myself. Shaw had always been inher heart. Maybe I hadn’t let myself acknowledge it fully, but it was hard to miss now.
Shaw would have to kill me before I let her have all of Vi, but sharing had never sounded more fun in my life.
Relief filled Shaw’s face. “Really?”
“I’m mad that you don’t already know that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say that. I just wish you would have said something sooner.” Vi huffed.
I stroked my hand down her back, pulling her attention back to me. “Well, you know now. What do you want to do with that new knowledge, baby?”
She stared down at me for a moment before her eyes brightened. “How do you feel about an experimenting era 2.0?”
Luca
I did not,in fact, get the vasectomy in time to start football camp. My coaches were grumpy as fuck about the delay, but they didn’t argue. Remington still had my back from the grave. I’d been with Nashville my entire career and they treated me like royalty, but I was planning my retirement.
Not this season, but soon. My body was at peak performance. I was still a beast on the field. Continued to scare bodily fluids out of the opposing team’s offense from the first Monday in September all the way up to the last week of January—and sometimes lasting until the first full week of February.
Every time my team had won our championship and moved on to the Super Bowl, we’d won. Like most players, I wanted one more shot before I walked away and focused on my family. Vi and our kids deserved my full attention without me being half crippled from one too many hits on the field.
It was with a pulse throbbing in my ball sac the day after my vasectomy that Vi gave me that sweet, innocent smile and informed me that she was pregnant.
