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Gifting Me To His Best Friend A Touch of Taboo Novel Katee Robert Trinkets and Tales LLC Copyright © 2020 by Katee Robert All rights reserved. Cover art by Katee Robert Copy Editing by Lynda M. Ryba Ebook ISBN: 978-1-951329-08-2 Print ISBN: 978-1-951329-09-9 No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book without permission is a theft of the author’s intellectual property. If you would like permission to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), please contact firstname.lastname@example.org. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights. 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A tradition that I inherited with my marriage to Grayson. Every time Christmas rolls around, it’s an additional a complication I don’t need, a temptation I know better than to even consider. He’s my husband’s best friend. Bromance doesn’t begin to cover it. They’re closer than brothers, close enough that I get jealous sometimes. How can I not when sometimes I catch Grayson looking at him like that? I stare out the window at the pristine white mountain. Normally, we travel somewhere warm with a beach during the holidays, but Grayson’s been feeling nostalgic for a “real” Christmas with snow and nature, so this year it’s Colorado. He and Derek spent all day skiing, but throwing myself down a mountain and hoping for the best isn’t my idea of a good time, so I bundled up here in our cabin with my e-reader and enough tea to outlast a siege. Cabin. The descriptor is laughable. This building, tucked as it is into the slope, is as much a cabin as our penthouse is an apartment. It’s outfitted in high-end appliances, the towering vaulted ceiling is made of real logs, and all the furniture is mountain chic. It’s not a beach resort, but even I can admit that it’s cozy and beautiful. And I’m doing a poor job of distracting myself. I watch Grayson and Derek out of the corner of my eye. They couldn’t be more different. Both are white but that’s where the similarities end. Grayson is built lean, courtesy of his hours spent running as he trains for one marathon or another, and he’s got a head of curly black hair. Derek is built bulkier with lighter brown hair and a full beard. Every time I look at him, the word that comes to mind is thick. Add in his penchant for wearing flannel, and he looks like a lumberjack that can rip down trees with his bare hands. They’ve both showered and changed and are wearing what passes for relaxing clothing. Jeans and a knit sweater for Grayson. Lounge pants and nothing else for Derek. As if he doesn’t care that the lines of his body draw a person’s gaze down, down, down to the faint trail of hair leading from his navel to the drawstring of his pants. I jerk my eyes to the window again, but the fading light turns it into a mirror, reflecting the living room back to me. I can see myself, curled on the couch with a throw blanket, and the men standing farther back in the kitchen. “Emma?” My skin gets hot with embarrassment, even though I haven’t technically done anything wrong. “Sorry, I was mentally wandering.” Grayson comes and leans over the back of the couch to press a kiss to my temple. “Would you like a drink?” “Yes.” He chuckles at the strength of my response. “Thought so.” I give in to temptation to twist and watch him walk back to the kitchen. The first thing I noticed about him when we met seven years ago is how nicely he filled out a pair of jeans, and nothing much has changed in the intervening time. Grayson’s ass is biteable. Derek barks out a laugh. “You sure you want a drink? If Emma was looking at me the way she looks at you, I’d be hauling her back to our bedroom.” “You’d haul my wife back to your bedroom?” Grayson asks it mildly, and even from here I can see his lips twitch. “Fuck, Derek, tell me how you really feel.” Derek looks at me. I can’t see the brown starbursts in his hazel eyes from here, but I know they’re there. He’s smiling like this is a joke, but there’s an awareness there in the depths of his eyes. The same one that heats me up on the inside. We’re attracted to each other. We have been since we met at my and Grayson’s wedding. We might joke about it with my good-natured husband, but there’s just enough truth for it to sting. I wish I had a drink in my hand, because my laugh comes out a little strained. “Don’t I get a say in this?” “Definitely not.” Grayson grabs a bottle of wine and pours three generous glasses. “You’re my wife, which means my property. I’m pretty sure it says that in the marriage contract.” I roll my eyes. He might deliver his jokes drily enough for someone who doesn’t know him to take them at face value, but they are jokes. Really terrible jokes. “I knew I should have read the fine print.” “Your loss, my love.” He returns to the couch with two glasses of wine and sinks down next to me. “You sure you don’t want to come skiing tomorrow? We can take you on the bunny hill.” I smother a sliver of disappointment that we’ve moved on from the conversation of passing me around. It’s only ever been joking. Grayson and I get freaky in the bedroom, but adding in another person is a fantasy we’ve never actually followed through on. If we did ever go that route, doing it with his best friend would be a terrible idea. Because I’m not the only one attracted to Derek. I take a sip of wine and try for a smile. “I’ll take a pass. There’s a really cozy chair next to the fireplace with my name on it, and half a dozen books to work through while I’m on vacation.” Not to mention the fifty others that are sitting unread on my e-reader. I keep meaning to stop buying new ones until my reading catches up to my purchases, but it never happens. Derek drops into the chair across from us. He really should put on a shirt. It’s distracting as hell to watch his muscles move beneath his skin as he sits forward and back. The man is all restless energy, and always has been. He catches me looking and skates his own perusal down my body. I’m suddenly achingly aware of how my black leggings cling and the fact that I didn’t bother with a bra under my slouchy sweater. Derek grins. “You two are almost a matching pair.” I glance from Grayson’s sweater to mine. They’re both gray, though mine is light and his is dark. “That happens after being married for a small eternity.” “Seven years last summer.” Derek sips his wine, watching us with his witchy eyes. “The seven-year itch is a real thing.” I give a nervous laugh. “Right. As if you’d know with all the long-term relationships you’ve been in.” In all the time I’ve known him, I haven’t met a single significant other, though I know there have been a scattering of both boyfriends and girlfriends because Grayson told me. “We’re not talking about my relationships. We’re talking about yours.” He leans forward, expression intent. “How are you spicing things up these days?” His willingness to ignore any and all social niceties is something I love and hate about Derek in equal measures. I can’t count on him to back off from asking questions no polite person would ask. He and Grayson are too close, too willing to share things. Neither are particularly good at boundaries. I very carefully don’t look at Grayson. “Our sex life is fine.” Better than fine, really. Even after all this time, we can’t get enough of each other. At least a few days a week, he stops by on his lunch break and we bang like a pair of horny newlyweds. We meet in bars and pretend to be strangers and fuck in the bathroom, in the parking lot, in the car itself. The games just get more elaborate as time goes on. “Fine,” Derek repeats slowly. He glances at Grayson, and I don’t miss the fact that he gives my husband the same thorough once-over that he gave me. “That sounds depressing as hell.” Grayson laughs. “So we’re back to you being jealous.” He finishes his wine and sets the glass aside. Both Derek and I have most of our glasses left, but there’s a new tension in Grayson that wasn’t there before. I recognize it even before he looks at me. “You finished?” There’s only one answer to that question, and I’m already nodding, my body flushing hot in anticipation. “Yes.” I set my glass aside and take his hand as he rises. He moves quickly, scooping me up and tossing me over his shoulder. My exhale whooshes out in a breathless laugh. “Grayson!” “If you’ll excuse us, I’m going to go have fine sex with my gorgeous wife.” “Well, fuck you, too.” Derek laughs. “Have fun, kids. I’ll be in my room with my hand to keep my company.” I catch sight of him through the long fall of my blond hair as Grayson hauls me away, watching us with a visceral heat in his eyes. I can’t tell whose ass he’s most intent on, mine or my husband’s. In the end, it doesn’t matter. I’ve survived yet another conversation with him, yet another round of teasing that isn’t quite teasing. Grayson carries me into our bedroom and drops me on the bed. I barely get my hair out of my face before his mouth is on mine. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve done this, he kisses me like he might never get another chance. I’m already going for the front of his jeans, desperate to purge the uncomfortable thoughts, the forbidden desire that I have no business feeling. It doesn’t matter where it originates, only that I slake it with my husband. Unfortunately, that reasoning feels flimsy at best. Especially when I’ve fantasized about Derek more times than I care to count. Grayson breaks the kiss long enough to pull my sweater over my head. He huffs out a laugh. “No bra.” I shake my head and grab his hand, pressing it to the apex of my thighs. “No panties, either.” He curses and goes to his knees between my legs, kissing his way down my stomach. “Tell me the truth, Emma. You finger yourself while you read those dirty books, don’t you?” He knows I do. He’s caught me more than once. I gasp out a breath as he dips down and kisses my pussy through my leggings. “They’re called one-handed reads for a reason.” “Mmm.” He keeps kissing me there, until my leggings are soaked from his mouth and my desire. “I should send the author a thank-you note for always having my wife hot and ready for me.” He finally tugs down my pants slowly, trailing kisses and licks over every bit of exposed skin. “Tell me about the one you were reading today.” Another of our games: playing out some of the dirtier scenes in my favorite books. Except this time, I don’t want to tell him. I lace my fingers through his hair and tug him back up toward my clit. “Just eat my pussy. Please.” He exhales against my clit, but he’s watching me with those dark blue eyes. “You’re dodging my question. Why?” Because it’s too close to home, too close to speaking the forbidden. I give his hair another tug, but he doesn’t move. “Grayson, please.” His brows draw together. I have half a second to brace and then he pushes to his feet and strips out of his clothes. Even as weirdly guilty as I feel, I catch my breath at the sight of him naked. Lean and strong and a big cock just for my pleasure. I reach for him, but he catches my hand and uses his hold to flip me onto my stomach. “What—” His weight presses against my back, pinning me in place even as he wedges his legs between mine, spreading me. Grayson slides a hand down my stomach to stroke my clit. “Tell me.” He doesn’t give me a chance to deny him, sliding into me in a smooth move and kissing the back of my neck. He exhales against the damp spot and my toes curl. “Indulge me, Emma. Tell me about your book.” I can’t deny him, not as he starts fucking me slowly. Not when he’s kissing that spot on my neck that turns me molten hot and mindless. Not with his fingers creating a delicious friction against my clit. I gasp. “It’s a ménage.” “Mmm.” He keeps up his sexy assault, and it’s hard to remember why I didn’t want to tell him this. “Two men?” “Yes.” I moan, trying to arch back onto his cock, but he has me too effectively pinned. I am fully at his mercy, and he seems to be in no hurry. He grinds into me, rubbing my clit against his fingers with the movement of his hips, and words spill from my lips. “It’s a husband and wife…and his friend. The wife and the friend fuck, a lot.” I fist my hands into the comforter, my body shaking as he works me toward orgasm. “And there’s this scene…” I shouldn’t keep going, but I can’t stop. “Her husband fingers her under a blanket while the friend is in the room. I keep going back to it because it’s so hot. I touched myself to it today.” He shifts up a little until his low voice is in my ear. “Do you want me to play with that pretty pussy while my friend is sitting in the same room?” Yes, oh god, yes I do. Chapter 2 I can’t catch my breath, can’t figure out what answer I should give. In the end, I can only tell the truth. “Maybe.” Maybe I do want Grayson to finger me under a blanket while Derek is in the room with us. My husband keeps up that slow fucking. “It won’t work. If he thinks I’ve got my fingers inside you while he’s right there, he’ll take it as an invitation.” His voice goes lower yet. “Derek would rip off that blanket just so he could watch.” I can’t believe he just said Derek’s name while he’s inside me. It doesn’t matter that he’s not saying it like that. It feels like he brought the other man into the bed with us. I am not even remotely opposed to the idea, terrible though it is. “Would you stop?” I whisper. “No, baby. I wouldn’t stop until you come.” He shifts my legs wider and uses his hand to urge my hips up a little. The angle allows his cock to sink even deeper into me. “You’re so wet. I think you like the idea of him watching.” I press my face to the comforter to avoid answering. It doesn’t seem to matter. My body is telling on me, because I do like the idea of Derek watching. Grayson isn’t done, though. “Maybe I’m feeling generous. Maybe I’d let him have a little touch…A little taste.” His words drive me over the edge. I come so hard I shriek, every muscle in my body going tight as pleasure cascades over me in waves, on and on, driven by the way Grayson fucks me, by the image he’s created. He follows me over the edge, holding me close. He rolls us onto our sides, his cock still inside me, and presses another kiss to the back of my neck. “You like that idea.” I can’t tell what he’s thinking with him behind me. His tone is dry, but it’s always dry. Even after seven years of marriage, I sometimes need facial expression cues to know if he’s being serious or joking. I try for a laugh, but it comes out forced. “I like you fucking me. You always make me come.” “Mmm.” He trails his fingers up my stomach, making me squirm…and then moan when I feel him hardening again. “Again?” “Call me inspired.” He cups my breasts, but seems content to stay seated deep inside me. The way he plays with my nipples is almost idle, distracted, and somehow that makes it even hotter. “Grayson.” “I like it, too,” he says abruptly. I freeze. “What?” “The fantasy. Having my fingers in your pussy while he watches. Watching his fingers in you, his mouth on you.” He hesitates. “Watching you ride his cock. I think I’d like that. I think I’d like it a lot.” I can’t stop myself from clenching around my husband’s cock in response to his admission, my body once again telling on me. “What are you saying?” Grayson hooks one hand under my thigh and lifts my leg wide to hook over his hip. He starts moving slowly, fucking me deep and thoroughly. “We play games all the time, act out fantasies. How is this any different?” “I don’t—” I gulp in a breath. “I can’t think with you doing that.” “Doing what?” He starts stroking my clit again and nips the sensitive spot where my shoulder meets my neck. “Doing this?” “Grayson, I’m serious. What are you saying?” Except I don’t sound serious. I sound like I’m asking him for permission. I don’t even know for what. “A new game, Emma.” He thrusts deep, and I can’t stop myself from moaning, loud and wanton. “I want to give you to Derek. One night. I want to watch him eat your pussy, make you come, fuck you.” He keeps driving my desire higher with his movements and words. “I want to wrap you up like a gift just to watch him rip the ribbons off you.” And then I’m orgasming again. My body screaming yes, yes, yes even as my mind is shouting of danger ahead. This time, Grayson doesn’t follow me over the edge. He pulls out and shoves me onto my back, and then he’s inside me again, stroking hard and deep. “Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll drop it.” I can’t think through the pleasure, can’t do more than cling to him as he stares down at me, demanding a truth I’m not sure we’re ready to have between us. “You’re buzzed. Lust-drunk. It’s a terrible idea.” Grayson stops moving and looks down at me. There’s something like vulnerability in his eyes. “Tell me the truth, Emma.” I open my mouth to lie, to send us veering back into safety, but I can’t look him in the face and speak anything but the truth. Not even about this. “It sounds hot as hell,” I whisper. “I could get off on being his gift alone, because you’re the one directing it.” He starts moving again, rougher this time. “And because you get off on being bad.” “Yes.” There’s no use denying that. We have too much history of playing that particular game. I love pretending I’m doing things I shouldn’t, love it when Grayson indulges me, letting me play the dirty little slut. It’s always worked for us, because it’s us. He drives into me one last time and buries his face in my neck as he comes. I stare at the ceiling and mentally prepare for him to take it all back. Dirty talking, playing out fantasies, anything said during sex doesn’t have to hold up to the light of day. We’re just playing. That’s all. Except as Grayson pulls out of me and arranges himself at my side, it doesn’t feel like playing. It feels like we’ve taken the first step down a road that could lead to the ruin of everything I hold dear in this world. He reaches up and cups my jaw, gently guiding me to look at him. “I meant what I said.” I lick my lips. “It sounds really sexy in theory but…” “If you don’t want to do it, we won’t.” He doesn’t move, doesn’t seem to breathe. “But I think you’re a hell of a better Christmas gift than the watch I got him.” “You can’t mean it.” When he just looks at me, I continue. “Grayson, even if I were reckless enough to say yes, this is the kind of thing that makes his visiting our house in the future weird. You’ll resent me. It will change things.” “Emma.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “How many times have we played strangers to each other?” I know where he’s going with this, but I answer honestly. “More times than I can count.” His blue eyes are oh so serious as he studies my face. “We’ve talked about you fucking a stranger while I watch almost as many times.” “Yes, a stranger.” “You aren’t safe with a stranger, baby. That’s why we’ve never done it. You’re safe with Derek.” My body might be, but there’s so many strings attached to this scenario, I’ll be entangled before we ever get to actually having sex. “He’s your best friend.” “Yes. And you’re my wife.” He brushes his thumb across my cheekbone. “You’re the two people I care most about in this world.” “But—” “Tell me you’re not attracted to him.” He’s still holding me frozen with his direct gaze. “Tell me you haven’t been eye-fucking him every time he walks around without a shirt.” “That’s not fair.” Not when Grayson does the same damn thing. “I’m not condemning you. I’m offering you a chance to play out a fantasy we’ve both wanted for a long time.” I sit up. I feel too panicked to hold still, but a selfish part of me wants to say yes and damn the consequences. It’s just sex, right? Derek and I have seven years’ worth of pent up desire to work out on each other; surely no matter what it’s like, fucking him can’t hold up against what I’ve built up in my head. Maybe it’ll be a good thing. Get it out of the way, rip off the bandage, take away the element of the forbidden. Or maybe I’m looking for an excuse. I take a slow breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “How will it work?” Grayson’s eyes light up. “I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow while we ski. Tomorrow night after we get back, I’ll put you under that giant Christmas tree in the living room and let him unwrap you.” He licks his lips. “It’s Christmas Eve, so the gift lasts through Christmas.” “Is that one night or two?” He studies me. “Two. Christmas Eve and Christmas. We leave the day after Christmas anyways.” “Right. I knew that.” I give myself a shake. “What happens if it changes things?” “We’re all adults, Emma. We can handle it.” I’m not so sure he’s right, but he’s offering me something I’ve fantasized about for years. One day, two nights. What’s thirty-six hours in the grand scheme of things? A small eternity and no time at all. Despite the fact that he just made me come twice, my pussy gives a pulse of need at the thought of going through with this. “Yes.” Chapter 3 I spend the entirety of the next day a hot mess. I can’t concentrate enough to read, so I go a full pampering route, bathing and shaving and lotioning and primping until I feel moderately more in control. And I masturbate. A lot. Who can blame me? In a few short hours, my husband is going to gift me to his best friend and then watch us fuck. It’s the stuff dirty fantasies are made of, and knowing that it’s going to happen only drives my chaotic desire hotter. I’m in the middle of one such session, laying on the bed and teasing myself with slow strokes of my fingers, when Grayson walks into the bedroom. He closes the door and leans against it, raising his brows even as his gaze zeroes in to where my fingers move between my spread legs. “Getting started early?” “I was missing you.” I pull at the ties of my robe so that it will part and expose my breasts. “Come here.” He undresses slowly, layer after layer of his winter gear, until he’s standing naked before me with his cheeks still pink from the cold. “You look good enough to taste.” “Come taste me then.” He’s tall enough to reach my spot on the mattress without climbing up and yanks me down toward him. “Derek’s taking a shower. We don’t have much time to get you ready.” My body thrills at the reminder of what’s coming next. “Better hurry,” I whisper. Grayson goes to his knees beside the bed and then he kisses my pussy. His cheeks are cold and his mouth is hot and I squeak a little as he sucks on my clit. There’s no teasing. He goes after me like he wants to remind me who I belong to, like he’s staking his claim before handing me off to another man. It’s so fucking hot. I sift my fingers through his hair and lift my hips to grind against his tongue. “I’m going to come too fast if you don’t slow down,” I gasp. He doesn’t. He just shoves me into an orgasm, fast and dirty. I’m still shaking when he lifts his head and presses a quick kiss to my mouth. “I got you something.” I reach for him. “Come here. I need you inside me.” “Nope.” He gives me another kiss. “It’s in the living room. Go get it while I’m in the shower and be back before I’m done.” I barely wait for him to walk into the bathroom to fix my robe and hurry out into the living room to see what he’s got me. I love presents as much as I love surprises, and Grayson indulges me shamelessly. I make it three steps into the room before I realize I’m not alone. Derek leans against the kitchen island. He’s down to his bottom layer, a skin-tight layer of pants and a shirt that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. His lower half is as thick as his torso. Thick thighs. Thick calves. An ass just as biteable as Grayson’s, but in a different way. And his cock…Yeah, it’s pressing against that thin layer and letting me know he’s thick there, too. I jerk my gaze back to his face, suddenly remembering that my short silk robe leaves nothing to the imagination, either. We stare at each other for a long moment. I don’t know what to do. Do I pretend everything is normal? Do I ask him if he’s okay with this? Do I— He moves before I can decide on a path forward, pushing off the island and crossing to me. “Grayson said the damnedest thing to me today.” I start to cross my arms over my chest, but it just reminds me that I’m naked under the silk. “Oh?” “He said he wants to give me a special present for Christmas this year.” Derek stops close enough to touch. “A very, very special present this year.” His hazel eyes take me in. “You on board with that?” “Yes,” I whisper. He catches the tie of my robe with a single finger. We both watch as he tugs it loose and lets it drop. “I won’t touch you, Emma. Not until it’s official.” He doesn’t move, doesn’t seem to breathe. “But give a man something to look forward to.” I shouldn’t. I really, really, really shouldn’t. But then my hands are moving of their own accord and I’m running my fingers along the edge of my robe, letting it fall open. Derek sinks to his knees, his face right at pussy level, and inhales. “Fuck. He had his mouth all over you just now, didn’t he? Came in that room and showed your pussy how much he missed her today?” My legs are shaking nearly as badly as they did when I came against Grayson’s mouth. “Yes.” “Thought so.” He’s so close, I can feel his exhales against my damp flesh. Distantly, I can hear the shower still going. I should stop this, would never have done something as wanton as stand naked in front of Derek if Grayson wasn’t intent on us doing a whole lot more than looking later. “Have you been good this year, Derek?” He looks up at me, mirth lingering in his eyes. “Not even a little bit.” Then his hands are on my hips and he’s nuzzling my pussy. His tongue flicks out and strokes my clit. “I’m bad, Emma. You know that.” I grab his hair, but I don’t pull him away like I should. I just hold him still. “You should stop. It’s not time yet.” His grin has my heart flipping in my chest. “Don’t you want your present?” This is my present? I don’t stop to think. Don’t ask any more questions. Because that’s my secret. I want to be bad, too. “Yes, give it to me.” “I’ll give it to you, baby.” He backs me up to the couch and topples me on it, spreading my thighs wide. And then Derek’s mouth is on me for real. He holds me down and explores my pussy with his tongue as if we both aren’t listening to the sound of my husband in the shower a single room away. Even though it’s dark outside, the light of the kitchen and the lights on the tree chase away any thought of pretending I don’t know exactly who is between my legs. As if he can hear my thoughts, Derek holds my gaze as he stiffens his tongue and slides it inside me. I dig my fingers into his hair and spread my thighs wider. “Suck on my clit.” He moves up to where I urge him, but he’s not going fast like I want. He’s playing with me. “You taste good, baby.” I don’t stop to think about how weird it is that both he and Grayson have called me baby while they’ve had their tongues all over me. I’m too needy to question this. “You feel good.” “Yeah.” I’m gasping, writhing, trying to make him do exactly what it will take to get me over the edge. “Don’t stop.” Derek moves, griping my thighs and shoving them wider yet. He keeps looking at me as he sucks and licks down my pussy and back up again. As if he’s trying to gather up every bit of my taste. “Fuck me with your tongue again, Derek. Please.” He does it, covering my pussy with his mouth as he shoves his tongue deep. And that’s when I look up and find my husband leaning against the doorframe. Watching his best friend eat my pussy. I frantically try to yank Derek off me, but he’s not going anywhere, and I’m going to hell because I fucking love that he refuses to stop. “Grayson,” I gasp. He walks toward the couch, his gaze glued to where Derek is inching me toward an orgasm despite my best efforts. As I watch, Grayson leans down and picks up a white package with red ribbon. My eyes go wide. “Oh no.” I look down at Derek in horror and the bastard has the audacity to wink at me. Grayson stalks to the couch and sinks down next to me. Derek gives him a long look and then flicks my clit with his tongue. “You know I always like to take a peek at my presents before Christmas.” “Mmm.” Grayson shifts my hair off my shoulder and presses a kiss to my neck. “Does his mouth feel good, Emma?” My body can’t tell if I’m in trouble or being rewarded. “You—you’re not mad?” “No, baby, I’m not mad.” Grayson cups my face and presses a devastating kiss my mouth. He nips my bottom lip as he retreats and his next words aren’t for me. “Make her come before you go take your shower. Then you can enjoy your present properly.” Derek’s chuckle reverberates through me. “If you insist.” And then he stops fucking around. He holds me down and circles my clit as my husband sits next to me and watches. It’s that as much as Derek’s expert mouth that has me panting, on the edge of orgasm. “Please. Oh god, don’t stop.” Grayson shifts closer and kisses my neck as he palms one breast. Having both of their mouths on me… I cry out as I come, as I keep coming, orgasm rolling over me in wave after wave, spurred on my Derek’s tongue. Grayson gives Derek’s forehead a nudge. “Go get showered, troublemaker.” “Not sorry.” He grins at us and pushes to his feet. I get a close up of a truly impressive cock creating an outline against his tight thermal pants and then he’s walking away. Leaving me to deal with the mess we made of things. I swallow hard and start to pull my robe back around myself. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.” “Emma.” Grayson catches my face and waits for me to calm down enough to actually look at him to continue. “You have nothing to apologize for.” “You sent me out here to get a present, and it took all of fifteen seconds before I was naked and riding Derek’s face. I thought that was the present, but it wasn’t, which means I cheated on y—” “No.” Grayson shakes his head adamantly. “No, fuck that. You were not cheating. I gave you permission. I gave both of you permission. And in case you weren’t paying attention, I was only too happy to join in.” I open my mouth to argue, but I can’t seem to find my words. “But, that’s not what it feels like.” Grayson presses a quick kiss to my lips. “And wasn’t it hotter thinking you shouldn’t?” My face flames, answer enough. “If you’re not okay with this—” “Emma.” His blue eyes search my face. “Are you okay with this?” Now’s the time to put a stop to it, but I’m selfish enough not to want to. I want to keep my relationship with Grayson preserved and indulge myself with Derek. I want to have my cake and eat it, too. I lick my lips. “I’m afraid at how much I want this.” He smiles. My saint of a husband smiles. “Baby, I’ll always give you whatever you need, no matter how unconventional. Sounds to me like you need Derek’s cock.” He stands and tugs me to my feet. “It’s time for your other present.” I laugh a little. “You are heavily invested in me fucking someone else.” “Yes. But not just anyone else. I’m invested in you fucking Derek in particular.” He pulls me along behind him and scoops up the present as we pass it. It’s only when we’re back in our room that he sets it on the bed. “Now. Open it.” I obey, pulling the red ribbon from the box and carefully lifting the lid. I part the white tissue paper to find a lingerie set the same red as the ribbon. It’s intricate and gives the impression of being bondage made of ribbons. I stroke my finger against one band. “This is beautiful.” “He’ll have a lot of fun unwrapping you.” Grayson tugs on my robe, easing it off my shoulders. “I’m going to have a lot of fun watching.” I take a breath and put away the guilt lingering from letting things with Derek get out of control. If Grayson isn’t bothered by it, then I’m being silly for continuing to whip myself over it. Without the guilt, pure lust rolls over me, rivaled only by my anticipation for things to come. Thirty-six hours of hedonistic indulgence and fucking. This Christmas is going to be one for the record books. Chapter 4 I look stunning in the lingerie. Truly like the present Grayson’s turned me into. While I kneel next to the Christmas tree, he putters around the living room, dimming the lights and building the fire back up. He’s wearing lounge pants and nothing else, and I lick my lips at how good he looks. He’s not actively training for a marathon right now—he’ll start another circuit after the holidays—but he’s in some of the best shape of his life. His muscles aren’t carved in stone or any of that nonsense but I know firsthand how much lean strength he has coiled in that body. More than enough to haul me around for some sexy manhandling. I press my thighs together. “Come here.” Grayson gives a dry laugh. “Not with that look on your face. I’ll smudge your lipstick.” Lipstick a perfect red to match my lingerie. “Good. It’s not going to last the night.” Long-stay lip color has nothing on the things I hope we’re going to get up to. “I’ll wait my turn.” My body goes tight at the reminder of the game we’re playing. His turn. Footsteps draw my attention to the hallway leading to the second bedroom. Derek is wearing lounge pants, too, nearly an identical pair to Grayson’s. He drags his hand through his hair and looks at us, all feigned innocence. “What’s this?” Grayson’s lips curve into a slow smile. “We’ve been friends a long time. I thought we’d celebrate Christmas a little differently this year.” Derek’s gaze tracks to me and the hunger in his eyes has me fighting not to squirm. It doesn’t seem to matter that he had his mouth all over my pussy an hour ago. He looks at me like he isn’t sure he can control himself. And then the power of his gaze is gone, turning to Grayson. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d wrapped up your wife as a present for me. She’s under the Christmas tree and everything.” Grayson strides to me and digs his hand into my hair, tilting my head back a little and arching my back. “I’ve seen the way you watch her.” “She’s beautiful.” He shrugs as if that’s excuse enough. “And funny and smart and dirty as fuck. I’d have to be dead not to want her.” “Merry Christmas.” If Derek had questions, they were asked on the ski slope, because he stalks toward us, expression intent. “That’s one hell of a gift, Grayson.” “You can thank me later.” Derek’s gaze doesn’t lose its heat as he looks at my husband. “Oh, I will.” Grayson guides me to my feet, catching me under my elbows when my knees nearly buckle with anticipation. I’m standing between these two men, closer than we’ve ever been before. Soon we’re going to be closer than we’ve ever been. Grayson presses a kiss to the back of my neck and releases me. “Have fun.” And then he retreats, walking to the chair next to the fire and sinking into it. It gives him a full view of the room. Of us. I don’t know what I expect, but Derek just studies me, his gaze tracing over me so slowly I think I might die from it. It doesn’t seem to matter that he saw me naked earlier. He’s looking at me like this is the first time. He reaches out and slowly runs his fingers through my hair. He’s not touching me anywhere real but I still feel the contact through my entire body. My breath escapes in a shudder and I have to fight not to lean into him. I won’t touch him first. My pride refuses to allow it. Besides, I’m a gift and a gift doesn’t unwrap itself. His hand drifts down to my shoulder. A relatively innocent thing, somewhere he’s touched me before, but the intention is so different. Derek presses his hand to my upper chest, his fingers brushing my collarbones. “I like how you’ve wrapped my gift, Grayson.” I glance at my husband, watching us with so much heat in his gaze, I’m surprised the room hasn’t been engulfed in flames. He leans back in the chair, all studied relaxation. “I thought you might.” Derek drags his fingers lightly down the straps that crisscross my chest, pausing between my breasts, which are barely covered in lace that showcases my nipples. He keeps going, tracing the straps creating a pattern down my stomach and over my hips, to the panties that tease at more than a glimpse of my pussy. The whole thing is complicated and took Grayson’s help to get into. And it looks amazing. He moves, circling to stand behind me. No doubt studying the way my ass is on display and bared completely of straps. I jump when he brushes me there. He chuckles. “Nervous?” “No.” I’m a liar, but it’s the least of my sins right now. Just like that, Derek stops the tentative teasing. He grabs my hips and pulls me back against his body, pressing himself to me tightly. I gasp at the feeling of his cock against my lower back, but I don’t have a chance to figure out what he’s doing before he bands one arm around my waist and turns us. To face Grayson. Oh god. Derek backs up, taking me with him, to sit on the couch across from Grayson’s chair. He arranges me in his lap, guiding my legs to the outside of his and spreading us both. Putting me on display. He slides his hands up my sides and then takes my wrists and moves my hands to either side of his hips. Baring me further. I’m not exactly helpless, not being held down, but the feeling is there all the same. Like I’m a toy for him to play with, a doll here only for his amusement and pleasure. At the thought, desire lights me up like the lights on the Christmas tree. “Do you know how jealous I was at your wedding?” Derek’s voice sounds perfectly normal despite the massive dick pressing against my ass, proving that he’s just as affected as I am. He brackets my hips with his big hands and coasts them up to brush his thumbs along the underside of my breasts. “Not the ceremony. Not even all the random shit at the reception.” He keeps up that steady motion, idly touching me in a way that was forbidden just a single day ago. “It was when I saw you fucking in the bridal suite.” Grayson snorts. “Peeping in windows, were you?” “I went for a cigarette. Not my fault you left the windows open and decided to fuck your bride right there where anyone could see you.” He moves his hands up slightly, stroking along the scalloped top of the lace bra cups, finally dipping in to drag the fragile fabric down and bare my nipples. “I stood there and watched and knew I’d never be allowed to touch.” I know his words aren’t for me. Not really. They’re for Grayson. I’m just the method of communication. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m nearly panting with desire as he circles my nipples until they pebble to hard points. It doesn’t change the fact that my husband watching this only makes it a thousand times hotter. Derek pinches my nipples and I jerk back against him, fighting down a moan. “Now it’s your turn to watch.” Grayson raises his brows. His cock is creating a tent in the front of his lounge pants, but my husband manages to lock down the lust on his face, if only barely. “Tit for tat, is it?” “Think she’ll scream my name when she comes or yours?” He cups my breasts fully now, his palms rasping against my increasingly sensitive nipples. I bite my lip to keep from begging for more, but I can’t stop myself from rolling my hips a little, grinding against his erection. Derek releases one breast and lets his hand drop to cup my pussy. He hisses out a breath against my neck. “She’s so wet I can feel her through the lace.” I draw in a shaking breath. “If you don’t start unwrapping this present, she’s going to unwrap herself.” Derek laughs against my neck. “Impatient.” “Only a little.” No point in denying it. Not when we’re poised on the brink of something. We’ve had seven years of teasing. Seven years of denial. Up until this point, I didn’t consider it a great trial to ignore my attraction to Derek. I didn’t magically become immune to desire just because I’m married, but that doesn’t mean I ever would have acted on it. Not with him. Not with anyone. “All good things are worth the wait, isn’t that right, Grayson?” I love that he keeps bringing my husband into this. I hate it, too. Tonight really isn’t about me. Oh, Derek wants me, but that’s not enough for him to be going through this slow tease. That’s all about Grayson. My husband shifts on his chair. “Yes.” Right then and there, I make the decision to drag Grayson into this with us. Not yet. We have to work him into a frenzy before he’ll forget himself, forget the rules he’s built up in his head to make this work. No one has self-control better than my husband. No one knows how to break it better than me. Except maybe Derek. I settle back against him, still rolling my hips a little. “Just a little touch, Derek.” He ghosts the tips of his fingers up the center of my pussy. I’ve long since soaked the lace, and it feels good but I’m desperate for actual contact. So desperate, I toss out words designed to prod him into action. “Do you think it only works when we’re not supposed to?” “Baby, we’re not supposed to.” He reaches the top of my panties and dips his fingers in. “You’re married to that man over there. To have and to hold, one and only.” Slowly, oh so slowly, his fingers descend until he’s cupping my pussy, his entire hand wedged into my panties. “And yet it’s my hand in your panties right now.” His palm drags against my clit as he pushes two fingers into me. “My fingers fucking you right now.” I look at Grayson. I can’t help it. I’m sure that Derek’s words will sting, but it’s not regret on my husband’s face. It’s pure lust as he watches his best friend’s hand move in my panties. Derek presses an open-mouth kiss to my neck, keeping his pace agonizingly slow. “This pussy is just for him, but I’m playing with it right now. Can’t call that anything but wrong, can’t you?” “No,” I whisper, spreading my legs wider. “You get off on that as much as I do.” He laughs hoarsely. “Someone says we shouldn’t and it’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull.” Pleasure builds in slow waves, each spiking a little hotter inside me. “I don’t want to want you.” “But that doesn’t stop you from clenching around my fingers, does it?” He wedges a third inside me and I can’t quite stifle my moan. “It didn’t stop you from demanding I fuck you with my tongue earlier.” “That’s not fair.” I’m bracing myself on the couch on either side of him now, trying to lift my hips to ride his fingers, to drive him deeper. Derek bands his free arm around my waist and pins me down. “So fucking shameless. You’d ride my hand to orgasm right in front of him, wouldn’t you?” His words feed something dark and hungry inside me. This is just a game. We have permission. But he’s right; it doesn’t make this feel any less wrong. Deliciously wrong. “Maybe we should stop.” But as I say it, I take my hands off the couch and stroke them over his arm. I’m touching Derek. “In…just a minute.” He withdraws his fingers. I have half a second to make a protesting noise and then Derek topples me onto the couch. The couch is wide enough for him to lie partially at my side and he wedges himself between me and the back of it. Just like that, we’re kissably close, and this feels a whole lot more intimate than just sitting on his lap. His gaze drops to my lips. I half expect him to ask permission, but we’ve blown past that several times today already. Derek kisses me like he has every right to. No hesitation. No reluctance. He takes my mouth like it was his all along, cupping my jaw to angle my head exactly where he wants it so he can plunge deep. He tastes like whiskey, and I’m suddenly afraid that I’m going to get drunk off him. I shouldn’t be too eager. I should display some reluctance. But then, I’ve never been that skilled at being good, not when I can be bad. I kiss him back with all the pent-up longing I haven’t allowed myself to feel. He’s nothing like Grayson. My husband is controlled in everything he does, even being wild. His kisses reflect that. Derek’s is consuming in a way I don’t know if I’ll survive. Like he’s snapped his leash and he’s not going to stop until he’s exhausted, which will take a hell of a long time. I can’t wait. Chapter 5 Derek finally leans back, and we’re both panting as we stare at each other. His eyes contain something that’s almost like amazement. “The things I’m going to do to you, Emma.” “Do them,” I whisper. “I don’t know if thirty-six hours is enough.” He shakes his head, looking dazed. “It’ll have to be.” As if the deadline spurs him on, he kisses me again and snakes his hand down my stomach to slide into my panties again. This time, he’s not teasing. He tries a few different motions out of stroking my clit before he finds the one I like, a soft back and forth that will get me to the edge in no time. He keeps kissing me all the while, drawing my pleasure tighter and tighter, until I’m moaning and would be begging if his tongue wasn’t in my mouth. Derek shifts down to kiss my jaw, using his touch to turn my face to the side. “Look at him, baby.” He murmurs. “You’re about to come on my fingers. Not his.” I meet Grayson’s gaze as my orgasm takes me, catching a glimpse of something almost tormented before the pleasure becomes too great and I have to close my eyes. Derek draws it out, sending wave after wave coursing through my body until I feel positively boneless. He moves, shifting back to kneel between my legs, and running his hands lightly over my body, following the path of the lingerie. “As much as I appreciate the wrapping, how the fuck do I get this off?” Grayson answers before I can, his voice gone low and hungry. “It’s stretchy. Start at the top.” Derek takes him at his word. He carefully fists the straps holding everything in place and tugs it down over my shoulders. The lingerie clings, and I half expect him to jerk it, but he moves methodically, easing it over my body inch by inch, freeing my breasts and then tugging it down my stomach and over my hips. A few seconds later, he’s got my legs free and I’m completely naked. Somehow this feels a thousand times dirtier than wearing the extravagant lingerie. No one but Grayson has seen me like this, without a single bit of clothing and flushed from orgasm, in nearly a decade. Derek smooths his hands up my legs. “Oh yeah, I like the present a lot, Grayson.” He reaches the tops of my thighs and parts my pussy with his thumbs. “So pretty and pink and wet just for me.” He licks his lips. “I want your mouth.” I hardly sound like myself. “One last order of business.” He doesn’t stop touching me, doesn’t stop exploring me with his thumbs as if he didn’t have his fingers inside me a few short minutes ago. “Grayson said you’re on birth control.” I blink. I don’t know why, out of everything, it surprises me that my husband talked about my birth control with the man he wanted me to fuck. “Um, yes.” “I’ve been tested recently.” His expression is painfully serious. “But if you’re not comfortable with me going bare, I won’t.” H “She’s comfortable with it,” Grayson says. eat flushes through my body at the idea of Derek’s cock inside me without a condom. “It’s reckless.” I reach down and hook the top of his lounge pants. “I’d have to be so reckless to let you fill me up.” “That’s Emma’s way of saying she’s comfortable with it,” Grayson says drily. Derek’s eyes darken as he watches me work his pants down his hips, making no move to help or hinder me. “Do you like the idea of going back to him while you’re all filled up with my come, baby?” I have to pause because I can’t catch my breath. It’s like he’s tapping into my filthiest fantasies. “Sounds like you’re trying to make this pussy yours.” Derek’s grin has my heart skipping a few beats. “For the next thirty-six hours, that’s exactly what it is. My pussy.” He braces one hand next to me and runs his other possessively over my body. Pussy, stomach, ribs, breasts, finally settling against my throat for the barest moment. “My Emma.” I give his pants another shove, and he finally decides to help me, both of us engaging in a quick awkward shuffle that results in him naked. And holy shit. I prop myself up on my elbows so I can take him in, and Derek stays kneeling to let me look my fill. He’s breathtaking. I’ve seen him plenty of times without his shirt, but seeing his thick torso leads into a thick cock framed by thick thighs… Perfection. He’s fucking perfect. Grayson’s gifted in the cock area, too, but they’re shaped different. Derek’s dick has a curve that makes my whole body go tight. Or maybe I’m just going out of my mind at the idea of another cock inside me. At Derek’s cock inside me. I reach up, distantly noting that my hand is shaking, and run it down his broad chest and rounded stomach. A simple touch, but one I’ve never allowed myself. Touching leads to other things, and that was always a place I’d never allow myself to go. Now it’s a nonissue; at least until the morning after Christmas. I finally reach his cock and wrap my fist around him. Derek hisses out a breath, and I love that he’s enjoying my hands on him as much as I am. I give his cock a tug, towing him gently down toward me. He lowers slowly, letting me lead. Wicked. This is so incredibly wicked. I drag his cock through my folds and up over my clit. “This is your pussy?” He’s staring intently at what I’m doing, his body one long line of tension. “It’s about to be.” I dip his cock inside me, just the tiniest bit, and then guide him back up to my clit. I’m toying with him, trying to snap his leash. From the slight shake as he holds himself back, I’m close to my goal. I circle my clit with the head of his cock. “Grayson fucks me so deep, Derek. So deep and so good. You think you can fuck me better?” Oh god, what am I saying? I don’t know, but I can’t stop. “You think you can make me come all over this massive cock of yours?” “Baby, I’m willing to bet on it.” He knocks my hand away and fists his cock, resuming the motions I started, dragging himself over me. But he’s moving faster, the touch harsher. He notches his cock at my entrance. “It’s not really about how good he fucks, is it, Emma? You’re insatiable. You want to be bad, and it’s my cock that gives you that. The one you shouldn’t want, the one you’re practically panting for.” He pushes into me slowly, stopping with just his head inside me. “So, yeah, this pussy is mine. At least for now.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. He just starts fucking me, wedging his big cock into me a few inches at a time, until he’s finally sheathed to the hilt. “How’s that cock feel?” “So good,” I pant. “Jesus, you’re fucking huge.” He gives me a wide grin. “And you take every inch, don’t you, baby?” Derek slides out of me slowly and then slams back in, jolting me up the couch. “That’s right. Greedy little pussy, I can feel you clenching around me like you don’t want to let me go.” I can’t believe this is happening. That I’m on the couch in this vacation rental, getting speared by Derek’s massive cock. It feels like a fever dream, like surely this isn’t real, no matter how good it feels. “I don’t. Don’t stop.” “Mmm.” He abruptly pulls out of me and pushes me onto my side, settling down behind me. Then he’s guiding his cock into me again, using one hand beneath my thigh to spread me up and hold me open for him. “Open your eyes.” I didn’t even realize I had them closed. I obey and freeze. I’d almost forgotten Grayson is in the room with us. Shame coats me, but somehow only makes my need all-encompassing. Then I register exactly what I’m seeing. Grayson has his cock out. He’s stroking himself slowly, as if he wants to make this last, and his gaze coasts over us, jumping from Derek’s face to mine, to my breasts, to my pussy…and Derek’s cock. His jaw clenches and Grayson gives himself another rough stroke. Derek moves slowly, an agonizing withdrawal followed by a devastating penetration. “Do you like watching my cock sink into your wife’s pussy, Grayson?” His voice hardly sounds like his own. “You get off on watching me spread her wide and force her to take it?” “I’d think that’s obvious.” His voice has gone low with desire, but he still manages to sound drily amused. “Can you really see it from way over there?” Derek hitches my thigh higher. “Don’t you want a better look at how I’m enjoying your present?” Grayson laughs hoarsely. “If you want to make that pussy yours, you have a whole lot of work to do.” My face flames at that. Of course he heard. He’s a bare six feet away. Even if we’re whispering, there isn’t any other sound to detract from it. He’ll hear everything. I just didn’t expect him to get off on it as hard as I am. Derek shifts, sliding his free hand between me and the couch and hooking it around to stroke my clit. “Show your husband how prettily you come on my cock, Emma.” He sounds almost angry. “Then I’m going to eat that pussy until you scream my name.” For all his anger, he keeps fucking me slowly. Derek alternates stroking my clit with spreading my pussy lips as if wanting me wider yet. Even as wet as I am, it’s taken more than few strokes to get to the point where he can slide into me easily. Through it all, he keeps murmuring filth in my ear. “That’s right, baby. You like the feeling of my big cock inside you. So fucking deep.” His breath hitches. “Can’t get enough of this, can you?” “No.” I’m writhing, but he’s got me too thoroughly pinned. He’s not moving any faster than he wants to, no matter what I want. “God, just fuck me, Derek. Please.” He lowers his voice until it’s barely a whisper, these words just for me. “I’ve wanted you for seven fucking years, Emma. Seven years of vacations and listening to him make you come in the next room. Seven years of swimsuits just begging to be untied. Seven years of you looking at me a little too long when you get tipsy, inviting me to drag you off somewhere dark and taste that pussy.” He keeps grinding into me, his fingers stroking my clit in the way I need. “To do more than taste you. One kiss and we wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d be inside you just like I am right now. Fucking you while your husband is in the other room, totally unaware.” His words make this hotter, dirtier. It doesn’t matter that they aren’t the truth. They’re just fantasy; the evidence of that is six feet away with his cock in his fist. But that’s how I like my fantasies. The dirtier, the more forbidden and wrong, the better. I twist a little to catch his mouth in a quick kiss. God, he tastes so good, I can’t stand it. It takes no effort to spin out a new fantasy, wicked and taboo. “I want that.” I twist back to look at Grayson, at my husband who will give me anything. “I want it to be wrong. Dirty. Like we shouldn’t.” Derek goes still behind me, but Grayson knows me well enough to anticipate my needs. He raises his brows. “You want Derek to seduce you as if it’s the first time.” Grayson gives his cock another stroke. “You want to be bad, baby. To pretend that I didn’t give permission.” I search his face, but there’s none of the recrimination I probably deserve. “If that’s okay.” Grayson laughs. “Emma, if you think I’m not going to jack myself to the sound of you fucking out of sight, you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” He gives a surprisingly happy grin. “Anything for you, baby.” He crooks his fingers at me. “But if you want penance, you can suck my cock right now before you go play with him. Finish me off.” Chapter 6 Derek tightens his grip on me and, for a moment, I worry—hope—that he’ll keep fucking me despite Grayson’s command. But he only gives one last hard thrust and pulls out of me. “Go.” I slide off the couch and crawl to my husband. We don’t really do much in the way of formal kink, but I can tell he likes it by the way his eyes light up. I stop when I reach him and slide between his thighs. “Did you like watching that?” “You’re asking a question you already know the answer to.” He releases his cock as I reach for it. “The real question is do you want me to catch you two while you’re playing out the next fantasy?” I smile up at him, suddenly so happy I can barely breathe past it. “Now who’s asking a question they already know the answer to?” Grayson shakes his head, his lips curving. “Suck my cock, wife.” “Yes, husband,” I whisper. I start to dip down, but then I feel Derek behind me. He kneels at my back, his cock pressing against my ass, and gathers my hair away from my face. “Give him a show.” I look up to find Grayson watching Derek with a look I can’t quite put into words. Because I can’t, I focus on the pleasurable task in front of me. Mainly, my husband’s cock. I suck him down, achingly aware of Derek at my back, his grip on my hair creating a sexy tugging motion with every stroke. “Can she deep throat you?” Derek’s question surprises me enough that I slow. Grayson gives that dry laugh, just a little strained around the edges from his pleasure. “Show him, Emma.” Grayson’s long enough that we had to practice this. It was a fun game, and it’s even more fun now that he’s able to fuck my mouth without having to worry about my ability to take him as deep as he wants to go. I suck him down, relaxing my throat until my lips seal completely around him. I’m vaguely aware of Derek cursing softly, but I’m too focused on my task now, on making Grayson feel as good as he’s made me feel. I’m too busy enjoying myself to try to make this quick, though it’d be a lost cause unless he’s onboard with the plan. My man has stamina for days. He won’t come until he’s damn well ready to. He’ll make me work for it, and I fucking love that. I feel Derek move at my back, shifting back a little, and then his cock is pushing into me. I freeze, my gaze going up to find Grayson watching me. He flicks a look to Derek. “He’s inside you right now, isn’t he?” I make a noise of assent and Grayson’s expression goes white hot. “Fuck her hard, Derek. Don’t hold back.” Derek moves my hair to one hand and his other to my hip, urging me back a little and up so I’m essentially on all fours, though my hands are on Grayson’s thighs instead of the floor. Then Derek starts fucking me. The first thrust shoves me forward onto Grayson’s cock and I almost gag in surprise. “That won’t do,” Grayson murmurs. He moves me off him long enough to slide off the chair and onto his knees. And then he’s sliding between my lips, fucking my mouth the same way Derek is fucking my pussy. I give myself over to them. It’s impossible for me to do more than take what they give me in this position, and I do it gladly. Derek’s one hand holds my hip in an almost bruising grip, but his other—Grayson slides his hands around my head, and I’m nearly certain that he laces his fingers with Derek’s in my hair. Holy shit. And then he’s coming, driving into my mouth in rough strokes, until I have no choice but to swallow him down. As if I had plans to do anything else. Derek pulls out of me at the last moment and comes on my ass in great spurts. I press my forehead to Grayson’s stomach, breathing hard, waiting for my heart to stop trying to race its way out of my chest. They still haven’t let go of each other’s hand. I have half a thought to wonder what they’re silently conveying to each other over my back. To wonder if this night is going to take a turn. Grayson seems to decide for all of us, disentangling himself and rising slowly to his feet. He leans down and takes my hand, giving me the support I need to stand. “Get dressed. If you’re going to play out the fantasy, do it right.” For a second, I think he’s talking to me, but Derek makes a noise that could mean anything and stalks away, grabbing his pants and heading for his bedroom. Grayson leads me to ours. I barely make it through the door before he’s closing it and yanking me into his arms. “That was so fucking hot.” He kisses me with something akin to desperation. “Fuck, I can’t believe how hot that was.” Grayson walks me backward and topples me onto our bed. “I have come on me!” “Good.” He pins me in place with a hand on my stomach and shoves two fingers into me. “Did his cock feel good inside you, Emma? He stretched you so fucking wide.” He pushes a third finger into me. “Too bad he got distracted and didn’t make you come.” My whimper becomes a moan as he dips down and licks my clit. “You distracted him.” “You get to play out your fantasy, baby.” He speaks against my pussy. “But I want to watch you suck his cock later. Fuck, I want to watch it all. It’s so fucking hot watching him fuck you.” I don’t know what possesses me, but I can’t seem to stop spilling truths better left unsaid. “Even when he’s saying this pussy is his?” Grayson arches his brows. “Emma, your pussy is yours.” Something like disappointment sinks in my chest. “Oh.” His lips curve. “Ah. Retract that statement.” He surges up my body, pinning me in place even as he keeps finger fucking me. “You gave this pussy to me when you said, ‘I do.’ Riding his cock a few times isn’t going to change that.” He twists his wrist and strokes my clit with his thumb. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to, Emma.” “You.” I’m so close to coming, I’m almost sobbing. “It’s your pussy, Grayson.” “That’s right.” He kisses me hard. “And it pleases me to watch my pussy be filled up with Derek’s cock. It pleases me to have my wife pretend to be a little slut who’s fucking my best friend behind my back.” He kisses my neck. “And maybe it will please me to catch you two in the act and punish you.” He laughs softly. “Or maybe, if you’re quiet, I’ll be sleeping too hard to hear the sound of you riding his cock in the living room. Maybe you’ll get away with it. No way to tell.” I cling to him as I come so hard my body dissolves into shakes and whimpers. Grayson eases his fingers out of me, presses a kiss to my mouth, and then shifts down to press a thorough kiss to my pussy, as if trying to lick up every bit of orgasm. Then he sits me up and smiles. “Take a quick shower and put on something that makes it feel real.” He kisses me one last time. “I love you.” “I love you, too.” I shower quickly, keeping my hair pinned up so it won’t get wet, and after some consideration, put on one of Grayson’s knit sweaters and nothing else. I walk out of the bathroom to find that he’s changed the bedding and is now reading propped up against the headboard. I hold out my arms. “What do you think?” “Perfect.” He tosses my e-reader onto the foot of the bed. “I’m turning in early, baby. Why don’t you go read out in the living room until you get tired enough to join me?” So we’re starting now. Even knowing this is playing out a fantasy, it feels so real. How many times over the years have we had a variation of this same conversation? Countless. I often stay up late reading, especially on weekends and vacation. Even vacations where we have Derek accompanying us. I scoop up the device and come around to give him a quick kiss. “Sleep well, Grayson. I’ll be quiet when I come back in.” “Don’t worry about it. You know how heavy I sleep.” He smiles against my lips. “Take your time.” I half expect to find Derek in the living room already, but it’s as empty as it would normally be if this was any other night. I throw another log on the fire and cuddle up on the couch, though it’s impossible to focus on my dirty book when I was just fucking on this couch. But I try, and when Derek doesn’t appear in the next few minutes, I take a deep breath and start to read. Despite myself, I get caught up in the story. It’s just so good. Sexy and angsty and full of my kind of reading crack. “Good book?” I jump and nearly startle off the couch. “Derek! You surprised me.” He walks into the kitchen and pulls a glass out of the cabinet. “Sorry. I couldn’t sleep.” He motions to the glass. “Want a drink?” “Sure.” I watch him pour two glasses of whiskey and arch my brows. “That’ll make you sleep.” “Maybe.” He walks over and sits on the couch next to me. Every other time, he’d have put himself on another chair, or kept a cushion between us. Not this time. He’s in the middle, the weight of his body dragging down my cushion and sliding my body toward his. “Here.” I take the glass and sip it while I consider resisting the pull of him. How long am I supposed to hold out? Considering I’m fighting not to climb into his lap, I don’t know where the line is. “How many times have we done this?” I take another sip of whiskey. “I don’t know. A few.” He doesn’t sleep as soundly as Grayson, so occasionally I’d see him during my late night reading sessions. We’ve even shared a drink a few times and talked, though never like this. As if we were all too aware that sitting on the same couch and adding alcohol to the mix would be edging into a mistake neither of us wanted to make. “I’m going to ask you a question, and I’d like you to answer it honestly.” I carefully set the glass on the table and give him my full attention. “Sure.” Derek takes me in slowly, his gaze traveling from my face to my body covered with Grayson’s sweater, to my bare legs. “Did you wear that hoping I’d come out here?” My face heats, but I make myself hold his gaze. As if tonight were the night I’d truly decided to cross that line. “Um.” I lick my lips, achingly aware of how he follows the movement. “Maybe.” When he doesn’t move, doesn’t seem to breathe, I continue. “You, uh, you were looking at me today. You’re always looking at me.” “I want you.” He states it as fact, as if he’s not crossing a thousand different lines by putting it to voice. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you, all done up in white and marrying my best friend.” Chapter 7 Derek’s big hand carefully lands on my leg, a few inches above my knee, high enough that there’s no mistaking its intention. “I’ve seen the way you watch me, too.” “You never wear a shirt. You’re a handsome man, Derek. Of course I watch you.” I shift my legs up to drape them over his lap. Just two friends lounging on a couch, except his hand coasts another inch up my thigh, and my new position has the sweater sliding unforgivably high. “We shouldn’t.” A thrill goes through me. As much as I want to be seduced, there’s a certain power in being the one to push us over the edge in this fantasy. I cover Derek’s hand with my own, sliding him up another inch. “Did you hear us fucking earlier?” He tenses. “Impossible not to. You were loud as hell, Emma. Begging him to eat your pussy, to fuck you harder.” “I wanted you to hear.” I let my one leg drop back to the floor, and I can tell by the way his jaw clenches that he can see my pussy now. “That right?” “Yes.” “And what do you think Grayson will think if I told him that you’re out here, flashing your pussy at me in invitation?” The room feels a thousand degrees hotter than it was a few minutes ago. “He won’t say anything at all.” I nudge his hand away and move up to straddle him. “Not if you don’t tell him.” I take his hands and coast them up my thighs to my hips, lifting the sweater as he goes. To my waist, baring my pussy. “Emma.” He’s gone hoarse. “You’re out here with no panties on. It’s enough to make a man like me think you want to fuck him.” “I’ve been reading this book. It’s so fucking hot, Derek. It’s got me all wet and needy.” I reach between my thighs and slip two fingers into my pussy. I’m so wet, I can hear it. I withdraw and press them to his lips. “See.” Derek holds my gaze as he sucks me deep, his tongue stroking my skin. He gives me one last suck and releases me, his expression almost tormented. “Baby, we can’t. Your husband is my best friend.” “Right.” Guilt instantly swarms me. “Right, of course. I’m sorry.” But when I try to move off Derek, he keeps me trapped with his hands on my hips. He licks his lips. “It’d be a shame to leave that pussy in need, though. I won’t touch, I promise. Just make yourself come.” His gaze flicks to my face. “Let me watch.” “Okay,” I whisper. Before I can think better of it, I pull the sweater over my head and drop it on the floor by his feet. “It gets in the way.” His gaze consumes me. “Can’t have that.” “That’s what I’m saying.” I cup my breasts, lifting and stroking them, pinching my nipples to peaks. How closely he watches only makes me hotter. How far can I take this before he breaks his promise? Only one way to find out. “I need…” I press my fingers to his mouth again. He sucks them deep, and I withdraw and reach down to stroke my clit with them. “Does that feel good?” “Yes.” I make a whining noise. “But it’s not enough.” I reach down and push two fingers into me. “My fingers aren’t big enough.” “Fuck,” he breathes. “Can’t have that. Use mine.” I waste no time grabbing his hand and guiding it between my spread thighs. After some consideration, I arrange him right next to where his cock presses against his pants, two fingers at attention. It feels like I’m moving my very own Derek sex doll, and I can’t get over how dirty this is. I sink onto his fingers and moan. “Shh, Emma.” His jaw is tense. “Gotta be quiet or Grayson’s going to wake up.” He doesn’t move. Just holds perfectly still as I slide up and down his fingers and stroke my clit. The fact that I’m naked and completely exposed only makes this hotter. Grayson could walk out at any time and I’d have no way to pretend I’m doing anything other than riding his best friend’s fingers. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He makes a pained sound. “Rub your tits on my face, baby. Use me to make yourself good.” “Like a toy.” “Exactly like that.” He nods slowly. “You’re not cheating on Grayson when you feed a dildo into that tight little pussy, are you? I’m your toy. Use me.” I lift myself off his fingers and press my breasts together to rub myself against his face. No matter what Derek says about being a toy, that doesn’t stop him from licking my nipples and sucking them into his mouth, first one side and then the other. His beard only adds to the sensation. I feel his hands moving against my thighs, but I don’t realize his intent until I sink down and his bare cock is there. I reach down and hold him still as I rub myself along his length. “Just another toy?” “Aren’t you empty, baby? Wouldn’t it be good to be filled with that toy in your hand?” Now it’s my turn to play the reluctant party. “I don’t know.” I arch up, offering him my breasts again. “I can’t think.” “Then don’t think.” He’s actively touching me now. Grabbing my ass and squeezing, his fingers skating down the lower curve to guide me forward and up. And then down his stomach, until the head of his cock is there. Derek exhales and then he’s there at my entrance. “Just a little, baby. Just the tip hardly counts.” “Derek, we shouldn’t.” But I roll my hips to take him inside. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” I do it again, working my way down his length. “Just one stroke. Just one isn’t really fucking.” “That’s right baby. Only one stroke doesn’t count.” He pulls me tight against him, sealing us together. He felt good behind me, but this position feels a thousand times hotter. Or maybe that’s the fantasy doing it, playing at cheating on my husband. I rock on his cock, but he doesn’t let me put any distance between us. When I whimper, Derek leans back against the couch, reclining until my tits are in his face. “It’s still only one stroke as long as I don’t leave you.” He grinds me down on him, drawing forth another whimper. “And why would I want to leave this hot, tight pussy? You’re so wet, Emma. Just for me.” I dig my fingers into his hair and pull his head to my breasts. “I’m so close to coming. This is so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.” He keeps pulsing up into me, grinding me on his cock, against his stomach. It’s so fucking filthy, a complete violation of the rules we just created. “It’s only one stroke, Emma. Just one little stroke. It hardly counts.” He sucks hard on one nipple, making me whimper. “But, fuck, I could come from this stroke alone.” I’m so close, I’m panting. “You can’t, Derek. If you come inside me, he’ll know. He’ll catch us.” “It’s okay, baby.” He nips the underside of my breast and soothes it with his tongue. “If I come inside you, I’ll lick that pussy clean. I promise. He’ll never know that you were out here, riding my cock, taking me so fucking deep, using me like your own personal sex toy.” It’s too much. I come hard, writhing on his cock, moaning and whimpering and forgetting entirely that we’re supposed to be quiet. Derek keeps me sealed to him, something like wonder flickering across his expression. “Fuck, Emma. You’re perfection.” I feel loose and downright punch-drunk. I roll my hips, working myself on his cock as much as he’ll allow. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. We need to stop.” “Too late, Emma. Too fucking late. You’ve let me inside and I’ve spent seven long years thinking about how I’d fuck you if given a chance.” His hands tighten on my hips. “Do you really want me to stop?” A devastating grin spreads across his mouth. “Or do you want me to fuck you properly?” There’s only ever been one answer to that question, and it’s the one I give him now. “Don’t stop.” He loops an arm around my waist and turns, laying me down on the couch. I half expect him to cover me with his body, but Derek stays kneeling between my spread legs. He pushes my thighs up and wide and thrusts slowly into me. “I couldn’t see properly before.” I prop myself up on my elbows as best I can and watch his cock disappear into me, captivated by the sight. “You feel so good,” I gasp. “Looks just as good.” He pulls halfway out and delivers a series of shallow thrusts that have me fighting not to close my eyes. “You like the sight of my cock in your pussy, Emma? Spreading you so fucking wide and you just take it, don’t you? You’re greedy for it.” “Yes.” I moan, cupping my breasts and plucking at my nipples. He promised to fuck me properly, but he’s teasing and it’s driving me crazy. “Hurry. He might wake up.” “Fuck no, I’m not rushing this.” He sinks into me to the hilt and then starts his slow retreat. “Look down, Emma. That’s not your husband’s cock that’s wet with your orgasm. It’s not Grayson’s cock inside you right now, making you feel so good. It’s not his cock that you’re practically begging for.” His words are dirty and a little mean and I eat them up. I flop back onto the couch and run my hands up his arms and over his chest. “You’re right. It’s not his cock spreading me so wide right now.” I skate my fingers down his stomach. “It’s yours.” I finally, finally, look up into his eyes. He’s looking at me like he never wants this to end, like he’s as caught up in the whole thing as I am. I lick my lips. “Fuck me hard, Derek. Make me come so hard, I have to muffle my screams or I’ll wake him up and he’ll come in here and see you fucking me with that giant cock of yours.” He loops his arms under my thighs, holding me open for him even as he leans down and presses his big body against mine. Derek kisses me as he keeps up that slow, thorough fucking. He leaves my mouth and kisses along my jaw and lowers his voice. “Do you remember that trip three years ago?” Instantly, I know what he’s talking about. Another holiday vacation, another destination. This one was in the Caribbean, a massive suite that Grayson had insisted on because there was no reason for us and Derek to have separate hotel rooms. I draw in a shuddering breath and kiss his shoulder, his neck. “You went to bed early.” I moan as he thrusts deep and grinds into me, the angle rubbing against my G-spot. “Grayson and I had a few more drinks.” “You did more than that.” Derek’s picking up his pace slowly, working that spot inside me with each swivel of his hips. “I came out for some water and there you were on the couch. He had your top shoved up and was worshiping those perfect breasts of yours.” He nips my earlobe. “And then he pulled off your skirt and ate that pretty pussy.” I go still. “You were watching that long?” I’d seen him, but not until later, and then only a glimpse. I thought he’d walked in and almost instantly retreated. That was hot on its own. But what he’s describing? “I didn’t see you.” “No shit you didn’t see me.” He chuckles against my skin and bends down to kiss along the upper curves of my right breast. “You were too busy riding your husband’s mouth. Digging your hands into his hair and rubbing your pussy all over his face like the wanton thing you are.” I remember. It’d been so dirty to have Grayson going down on me when Derek could walk in on us at any time. I hadn’t tried to be quiet. “And then I pushed him down onto the floor and rode his cock.” That was when I’d looked up and saw Derek standing in the shadows of the hallway, watching us hungrily. I hadn’t tried to cover myself, hadn’t even thought of stopping. I’d just kept fucking Grayson until I’d come again. By the time we finished, Derek was nowhere to be seen and part of me had decided to pretend that I’d imagined it. “After seeing that, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about how good you looked, how hot it was to watch you.” He kisses me again and leverages himself up, his gaze raking down my body. “I went out to the living room again later, half hoping you were doing some of your late night reading.” I inhale sharply. “I wouldn’t be able to pretend I didn’t know you saw us if you had.” “I know.” He cups my breasts together and lavishes them with his mouth. He’s still got my legs spread obscenely and it’s almost uncomfortable, but I don’t care because his cock is impossibly deep in this position and I love how his mouth feels on my nipples. “I wouldn’t have said a single damn thing.” Another orgasm is bearing down on me, so powerful I can barely speak. “No?” “No. I would have knelt in the exact same position Grayson did.” His voice has gone as hard and rough as his fucking. “Just flipped up that skirt and kissed that pussy hello. And after you came all over my face, I’d be fucking you. Just. Like. This.” He bites my breast, just hard enough to hurt, hard enough to make me moan, loud and long. “So deep in that pussy, aren’t I, Emma?” “Yes,” I gasp. “Let me fill you up.” He barely sounds like himself. “Let me pump you full of my come, baby. I promise he’ll never know.” Derek thrusts into me hard. “I like the idea of you going back to him with me dripping down your thighs. A reminder that you might be married to him, but this pussy belongs to me.” Grayson’s voice sounds from far too close. “I hardly think so.” Chapter 8 We both freeze. I look over, my heart in my throat, to find Grayson standing on the other side of the coffee table, watching us. “I can explain.” I push at Derek, but he doesn’t move, his cock still half inside me. Grayson arches his brows. “By all means. Don’t stop on my account. My best friend is balls deep in my wife while I was in the next room. If you’re that fucking shameless, you’re shameless enough to keep going.” “Grayson—” But Derek has a strange look in his eye. Just like before. Almost as if he’s angry. “She was feeling needy. I took care of her. Simple as that.” “Simple as that.” Grayson narrows his eyes and rounds the coffee table in slow, measured steps. I watch him, my heart beating so fast I feel light-headed. He looks furious, so furious this might be real if not for the hard-on pressing against the front of his pants. “Yeah, simple as that.” Derek lifts himself a little, which sinks his cock deeper into me. “And maybe she was craving my cock.” “Your cock. Your come.” Grayson finally looks at me, his gaze lingering where Derek’s cock spears me, moving up over my stomach to where my breasts are reddened from his mouth and beard, finally settling on my face. “You want my best friend’s come, wife?” He doesn’t wait for me to formulate an answer. “Then you’d best take it.” Grayson moves, quick as a snake, and wraps his hand around Derek’s cock, forcing the other man out of me. I gasp and Derek groans, and we both watch Grayson jack him in shock. My husband is as intimidating as I’ve ever seen him, blue eyes stormy, his jaw clenched. “But that’s my pussy, and I’m the only one who comes in it. You have to earn that privilege, Derek, and you sure as shit won’t do it by fucking my wife behind my back.” Derek is gasping like he’s running a marathon, his gaze glued to Grayson’s fist around his cock. And then he groans, low and sexy, and he’s coming. Grayson points his cock at my pussy, directing his come in spurts across my heated flesh. I flinch at the feeling, but I can’t help spreading my thighs even wider, nearly whimpering by how dirty this is. Grayson shoves Derek back onto the couch and the other man allows himself to sprawl there, shock still written across his features. My husband drives two fingers into me. “You want his come, Emma? You’re so desperate for another man, for my best fucking friend, that you’re out here like a little slut, taking his cock deep? I’ll give you his come.” He withdraws and drags his fingers through Derek’s come, shoving them deep again. Again and again, until he’s driven nearly every bit inside me. I can’t stop shaking. I’m trying to hold still, but I can’t help lifting my hips in invitation every time he touches me. “Please.” “Please what?” He palms my pussy, smearing his hand through the stickiness left over. “You go through all that effort to fuck someone else and he doesn’t give it to you right?” He looks at Derek and laughs harshly. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you how it’s done.” Grayson and I have played countless games over the years. I have never, ever seen him like this. Almost cruel in the sexiest way possible. He flicks a look at me and raises his brows. “Well, Emma? You need this cock?” “Yes.” I reach for his pants with shaking hands. “Yes, I need your cock. Please. Right now.” “That’s right, baby. You don’t have to go anywhere else to get what you need, do you?” He stands up and steps out of his pants. I lick my lips at the sight of his cock, as if I didn’t have him down my throat earlier tonight. Grayson scoops his arm under my waist and practically drops me on top of Derek. We both freeze, but my husband doesn’t hesitate to grab my hips and sink inside me. For all the filthy talk of Derek’s massive cock, Grayson is just as big, and he knows how to hit all the right places, exactly what it takes to get me off. He’s fucking me on top of Derek. Grayson braces one hand on either side of my hips—on either side of Derek’s hips—and shoots his best friend a dark look. “If you’re going to be here, do something useful. Play with her tits.” I feel Derek’s breath shudder out and then he’s cupping my breasts in his big hands. Grayson finds the angle I love the most and begins fucking me in short, brutal strokes. Another sharp look at Derek. “One hand on her clit. Short, gentle vertical strokes. Don’t deviate.” Holy shit. Derek hesitates and then reaches down to stroke my clit exactly as Grayson commands, the motion designed to send me to the moon. Within a few minutes of their combined efforts, my toes are curling and I’m fighting to stay still. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” “No, you’re not.” Grayson’s lips curve. “Now come for me, Emma.” Another stroke, a second, and then I’m coming so hard I scream and Grayson has to use his body to hold me down. He keeps pumping slowly, toying with my pleasure. I become aware of several things in waves. Derek’s hard cock pressed against my ass. Derek’s hands on my body, but also touching Grayson. Their faces very, very close together over my shoulder. I shift a little to the side and look. Grayson’s mouth is so close to Derek’s that their rough breathing mingles. They’re staring at each other like they’ve never seen the other before. Like they haven’t been giving long looks when they thought the other wasn’t paying attention since I’ve known them…likely longer than that. “Do it,” I whisper. My husband kisses Derek. The sight of it takes my breath away. They’re both so fucking powerful, and they’re wrestling with that power with me between them. Tongues and teeth and a kiss that’s just shy of vicious. Grayson starts moving inside me again, continuing to fuck me while he has his tongue down Derek’s throat, while his hands are moving behind me on the other man’s body. Derek starts thrusting against my ass, reaching up to pull Grayson closer. My husband is the one to break the kiss. “I want to feel you inside her while I’m fucking her deep.” I open my mouth to suggest they just fuck without me in between, but Derek is already nodding. “Yes. I want that.” Grayson pulls out of me. He lifts me easily, turns me, and pushes me down to straddle Derek. “Fuck him slow, Emma. I’ll be right back.” We both listen to his footsteps retreat into the bedroom. I lean back enough to give Derek a long look. “You know—” “No.” “You don’t even know what I’m about to say.” They have even more pent-up lust than Derek and I do. Why the hell are they both fighting this so hard? He fists his cock and holds my hip as he eases into me. I whimper a little. If I survive this thirty-six hours, I’m going to be sore as hell. I don’t care. I don’t want to stop. I rock a little. “Derek—” “Emma, I am your friend and I’m going to fuck you until we’re both unconscious and then fuck you again until our time’s up, so understand that I’m saying this with love.” He drags me down his cock. “Mind your own goddamn business.” “Mmm.” I can hear Grayson moving around in our room. “And it’s not my business that my husband’s going to fuck my ass while you fuck my pussy so you can feel each other inside me?” Derek gives me a smirk that’s almost convincing. “Baby, you’re focusing on the wrong part of what happens next.” He bounces me on his cock. “You’re already filled up with me. How much more do you think you’re going to be filled when his giant cock is in your ass? Do you think you can take it?” “She had damn well better.” Grayson walks back into the living room naked, a bottle of lube in his hand. He gives us a long look. “My little slut of a wife needs more than one cock to keep her happy right now, so that’s what she gets.” I shiver on Derek’s dick and look over my shoulder at my husband. “I love you.” “And yet no doubt the next time I turn around, Derek’s going to have his tongue in your pussy.” “Guilty.” Derek laughs. Grayson snorts. “That’s what I thought.” He smooths a hand up my back, urging us both down until Derek’s slouched against the back of the couch. My breasts press against his chest and we look at each other for a long moment. It seems the most natural thing to kiss him, to tell him without words how much I’m enjoying this, enjoying him. Then my husband spreads lube over my ass and his cock is there. He doesn’t give me much time to prepare, just eases the head into me. I break my kiss and gasp. Derek looks at my face and then over my shoulder at Grayson. “Go slower.” “She can take it. Emma loves anal.” It’s the truth, but it’s a whole different feeling to have him pressing slowly into me when I’m already filled up with another massive cock. I tense before I can help it. “Hold on.” “Relax, baby.” Grayson doesn’t push any farther inside me but his chest brushes my back as he moves my hair out of the way and starts kissing the back of my neck. Just like that, I relax again and rock back into him. He chuckles against my skin. “That’s right. That feels good, doesn’t it?” “Yes.” I shift again, and Derek clamps down on my hips, holding me still. I make a sound of protest but then his mouth is on the front of my neck. It feels so freaking good. I melt between them and Grayson works his cock the rest of the way inside me. He curses long and hard. “Fuck, baby, you’re tight as hell with him inside you.” I move my hips as much as I can and moan. “You both feel so big.” It’s almost too much, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t ever want to stop. The thought is almost enough to drive back my desire. There’s a deadline on this, no matter how good it feels now. A Christmas fling is something entirely different than fucking Derek on the side. The latter is messy as hell, and I value my relationship with Grayson too much to even suggest it. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy the hell out of his cock in the meantime. “You feel me?” For a second, I think my husband is talking to me, but Derek answers before I can find the words. “Yeah,” he grits out. “I feel you.” Grayson withdraws a little and thrusts, and we all moan. He braces one knee on the couch on the outside of mine and bears down, forcing me closer to Derek, forcing his cock deeper yet. I whimper and then moan, writhing on their cocks as Grayson leans over my shoulder and kisses Derek again. Their hands are everywhere, touching each other, pulling each other closer, which drives them deeper inside me. I am merely the vessel for their lust and, fuck, it’s so hot I can barely stand it. I moan and roll my hips as much as I can, chasing the building pressure deep inside me. Derek and Grayson start fucking me in short thrusts, as if they can’t stand the idea of moving far enough from each other that they’d have to stop kissing. I’m so close, but I can’t get there. I’m sobbing and trying to move, but they have me too effectively wrapped up. I’m helpless to do anything but take it. And then Grayson slips his hand between my and Derek’s body and strokes my clit. He keeps kissing Derek and touching me and they’re so impossibly deep that I completely lose it. I bury my face in Derek’s neck and sob as I come harder than I could have thought possible. They don’t stop. In fact, they slow down, like they want this to last as long as it possibly can, like the second they orgasm, they have to go back to pretending they’re only making out because I’m between them. Right then and there, I dazedly decide to make a gift of Derek to my husband. It’s Christmas, after all. There are no rules when it’s Christmas. Chapter 9 I can’t stop shaking, so over-sensitized that the feeling of them inside me is almost too much. And they just keep fucking. Finally, just when I’m on the verge of begging, Derek moans into Grayson’s mouth and fucks up hard into me. I didn’t think I could come again. I truly didn’t. But the force of his orgasm sets Grayson moving, fucking my ass roughly as Derek pumps into me, and my body spasms, forcing shrieks from my lips. Grayson pulls out at last moment and comes across my ass and back, and then he collapses on the couch next to us. “Fuck.” “Fuck’s about right.” Derek laughs a little, but it sounds forced as hell. Especially when I catch him stroking Grayson’s arm with his knuckles. A touch that might be accidental, but I don’t think so. That, more than anything, gives me the strength to speak. “I want us all in bed together tonight.” Derek tenses, but I keep going. “Thirty-six hours, Derek. Tell me you don’t want the option of waking up with my mouth around your cock. Or even just slipping inside me while we’re still mostly asleep.” I lean up and kiss him, tasting my husband on his lips. “Please. Please say yes.” He sighs in a way that’s almost resigned. “Yes.” It takes a little while to get there. We shower off the mess from our fucking and Derek retreats to his bedroom to grab an extra pillow. The king sized bed is plenty big enough for three, and I’m not even remotely surprised when they put me between them. I expect to take a while to fall asleep, but I drift off almost immediately, cradled between the warmth of Derek and Grayson’s bodies. At one point in the middle of the night, I have to get up to pee, and when I come back, Grayson has moved, rolling nearly to the middle of the bed. I snort and take his spot, falling asleep again almost immediately. I wake up to the sound almost like moan. Opening my eyes, I’m not even surprised to find Derek draped over Grayson’s chest, his head buried in my husband’s throat. Grayson’s eyes are open, and I know him well enough to read the question in his eyes. Can I? I nod quickly. Just in case he misses that obvious answer, I mouth, Do it. I bite my lip. Fuck him. Grayson searches my face, but seems content with what he finds there. I’m being perfectly honest in what I want right now. No games. No tricks. My husband wants Derek, and I want Grayson to have him. He finally gives a brief smile and then focuses on the sleeping man on his chest. Grayson feathers his fingers through Derek’s hair and strokes the man’s arm with his other hand. Derek groans and his hips thrust forward. He opens his eyes, sees me, and goes still. Grayson doesn’t give him a chance to think too hard about anything. He cups his friend’s face and kisses him. Derek almost seems like he might resist, but then he moans and his hands are on Grayson’s body. I bite my lip as I watch them. They’re making out and thrusting and I can’t help but reach over and tug the blankets down so I can see how they’re grinding their cocks against each other. It’s almost a frenzy, moans and grunts and the sound of skin against skin. Desire surges and I slip my hand between my thighs to stroke my clit. Will they come from this alone, spurting onto each other’s stomachs, mixing their semen like that? God, I hope so. Grayson digs his fingers into Derek’s hair and pulls his head back so he can slip down and kiss his neck. Derek looks at me with glazed eyes. “We’re leaving Emma out.” “I’m enjoying the show.” I sound nearly as breathy as he does. I didn’t understand before, not truly. I was selfish enough to take the gift Grayson offered without thinking about what he got out of it. Now I get it. They’re beautiful together. Sexy as shit. And knowing they’re fulfilling a need that’s been burning between them for years? It just makes it hotter. I don’t feel a flicker of jealousy at the thought of Grayson and Derek having sex. Not even a little bit. Now Grayson’s looking at me, too, something wicked lurking in the curve of his lips. “Come here, baby.” I almost protest so they’ll keep going without me, but something about the way Derek seems to be holding his breath has me moving closer. He’s the one who grabs me around the hips and lets himself flop off Grayson’s chest, hauling me with him so that I’m sprawled across both men. Using me as a buffer again. He kisses me before I can call him on it. I tense, but Grayson runs his hands over my body, shifting so that I lay between them. He’s kissing my neck even as Derek takes my mouth, their hands tangling up on my body. Because as much as they’re enjoying this, they really want to be fucking each other right now. I pull away and sit up. It takes some maneuvering to turn around to face them, mostly because I keep having to smack their hands away. “Hold on. I can’t think when you’re touching me.” “Now isn’t the time for thinking.” I frown at my husband. He’s been spearheading this thing the whole time and then he kissed Derek again this morning, and now he’s going to put on the brakes and toss me to his best friend like a runner’s-up prize? I don’t think so. It’s not even about my pride. Grayson has been more than generous in giving me everything I’ve ever asked for, and more than a few things I haven’t had the courage to put into voice until he prodded the truth from me. His attraction to Derek falls into the latter category for him. He can’t admit it, and if left to his own devices, he’ll keep me between them for the entirety of this last twenty-four hours. I don’t know why he’s holding back, either. He’s had boyfriends in the past before we got together. Derek has as well. Is it because he doesn’t want to lose the friendship? That ship has long since sailed. It left the harbor right around the first time I came all over Derek’s face. We’ve gone too far to go back. There’s only forward. I run my hands up both their chests. “Derek’s gift is covered.” Grayson narrows his eyes, already sensing a trap. “Uh huh.” “I want my gift.” Derek laughs. “Fucking both of us isn’t good enough for you, Emma?” “Having sex with me is your gift.” I trail my hands back down their chest to their stomachs. They’re so different and both so sexy. I almost pause, but I’ve never been that good at impulse control. I wrap my hands around each of their cocks and give them a slow stroke. “Please, Grayson. I promise you’ll like it.” He gives me an indulgent smile that’s only a little tight around the edges. “Anything for you, Emma.” “No matter what it is?” I squeeze his cock, making him clench his jaw. “Promise?” “No matter what it is,” he grits out. I turn my attention to Derek. “Can you promise me the same?” I grip his cock and rub my thumb over the slit, smearing the drop of moisture I find there. “Please, Derek.” He huffs out a breath, but not like he’s happy. “Yeah, Emma. Whatever you want.” Gotcha. I give both their cocks one last stroke, debating how far to push this. They just need enough of a nudge to get there on their own. I bite my bottom lip. “I want to ride your face while Grayson sucks your cock.” Derek tenses, very carefully not looking at Grayson. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” Oh, this is ridiculous. I release them and sit back. “Give me one good reason you two shouldn’t fuck? It’s silly to keep me between you when you obviously want each other, too.” Grayson sighs. “We’re friends.” “And?” I wait, but no other answer seems forthcoming. “Are we not friends, Derek?” A little sliver of hurt escapes in my tone. Obviously, Derek and I were never as close as he and Grayson, and there was the sexual tension neither one of us could get rid of, but… I thought we were friends. “Of course we are.” The coiling thing in my chest relaxes a little. “We’ve already crossed so many lines together. Things are going to change no matter what. Why not cross a few more?” Derek finally looks at Grayson, so I do, too. The sheer longing on my husband’s face nearly knocks me on my ass. The only other person I’ve ever seen him look at like that is me. It just confirms that this is the right decision. He wants Derek. I mean for Grayson to have him. Derek clears his throat. “If you’re sure.” I don’t know if he’s talking to me or my husband, but Grayson is the one who answers. “I’m sure. Our friendship has gone through some shit. This won’t break it.” I find myself holding my breath as they lean in and kiss, a messy tangling of tongues that has them both moaning a little. Derek breaks the kiss with a curse. “Get up here, Emma.” He doesn’t wait for me to move, just loops me around the waist and lifts me up to straddle his face as if I weigh nothing at all. His breath ghosts against my clit. “Sore?” “I can take more,” I breathe. “That’s our girl.” Before I can process the our in that statement, his tongue is there, easing over me in a lazy lick. I lean forward and brace my hands on his wide chest, spreading my legs a bit more to give him better access. As I do, I watch Grayson crawl to kneel between Derek’s big thighs. He holds my gaze for a long moment and even knowing him so well, I can’t begin to say what his blue eyes contain. He dips down and I watch him take Derek’s cock into his mouth, holding my gaze the whole time. I almost come on the spot. Derek moans against my pussy and then he’s eating me out frantically. It’s messy and so fucking good that I whimper. Or maybe I’m whimpering because watching my husband suck Derek’s cock is like my own personal porno that I didn’t even know I wanted. It is so beyond hot. So beyond anything I’d ever thought to ask for. I want more. More for me. More for him. Chapter 10 I fight my own orgasm, fight not to close my eyes and miss a moment of this. It doesn’t seem to matter what I want. My body takes over, pleasure washing over me in waves. God, it’s so good. Too good.