Page 273 of A Song for You

Is he fucking serious right now?

“Take off her dress,” Jay says. His attention is on me, but the command is for the man at my side.

Frank’s nose finds my neck, and his breath tickles as he inhales. Goose bumps pebble my flesh, but my eyes remain on Jay, transfixed.

He’s not angry. There isn’t even the normal look of possession in his eyes. Instead, I find want, desire, and pleasure in the set of his jaw and the way his irises flicker as he watches my brother’s best friend undress me.

Frank’s fingers are gentle as they slip the neckline of my dress over my shoulder, much like the scene I witnessed only moments ago in the playroom.

As the fabric slides down my body and pools at my feet, Jay holds out a hand. I take it, and he steadies me so I can step out of my dress. When I’ve kicked the garment aside, I stand before him in a black bra and panty set. Both pieces are comprised of straps that crisscross my body. When I dressed for the evening, I imagined him pulling on each one while he fucked me.

“The fuck is this outfit, Kitten?” Jay growls, his eyes eating me up.

I clear my throat, finally gaining some semblance of control. “I had plans of my own tonight.”

Frank chuckles as he kisses my neck. “Don’t let us get in the way.”

I shake my head fast. None of my plans hold a candle to the scene before me. I want this. Them.

“I think she likes my plan better,” Jay pronounces with a knowing smirk.

I gulp down a niggle of discomfort.

Is this a test? Should I tell him I only want him? That he’s enough?

If my husband is only doing this to please me, because he thinks I need it, then I will gladly step away.

My nerves must be written on my face, because Jay taps on my thigh, pulling my attention to him.

“I want this. I want you to have this. Nothing changes. I promise.”

“Swear it?” I mumble. Because fuck, I want it. Maybe it’s wrong, maybe I should only want my husband, but if he’s offering me a night to escape with him, to play with him, I’ll take it.

I’d do anything with him. And tonight, he’s proving that he feels the same. The depth in which he understands me is what makes him the other half of my soul.

Jay nods and presses his face to my stomach, his nose skirting the line of my panties as he inhales. “I can smell how ready you are, baby. You want us both. Be honest.”

Finally, with my lip caught between my teeth, I nod. I turn to Frank, whose hands have been lazily roaming up and down my arms. “Are you okay with this?” I don’t want this to change our friendship.

He smiles that easy smile, and my body melts beneath his touch. “One last time,” he says, his green eyes teasing as he slips a hand beneath my bra and tweaks my nipple.

Moaning, I arch into his touch.

Jay’s laughter hits between my legs. “Already so needy for us.”

The heat of his breath so near my core, mixed with the sting of Frank’s fingers pinching my nipple, has my mind spinning. I’m going to pass out.

Frank pulls my face to his and devours my mouth.

My husband’s low growl is all I hear as he tears my panties down. Then his tongue is sliding between my other lips.

Despite the moan that works its way from me and into Frank’s mouth, my determination falters. Should I push him away or hold him closer? In the end, my tongue makes the decision and tangles with his, tasting him, spurring him on.

And as my hand finds Jay’s head and I pull him closer, his laughter reverberates against my clit.

“You like his tongue inside you, wife?”

I pull back, breathless, and study Jay. He’s running lazy circles around my clit, but he’s watching me, studying me, looking at me like what he’s doing right now is his favorite thing in the world.