“Is that what you want?” I gasped, forming the words around his thick fingers. “For your friend to slide down my throat?”
We were past fantasy now, beyond the role-playing threesome talk we’d enjoyed after a few too many glasses of wine. No, this was all new territory for us. And the reason for that was simple:
Saxon was right in the next room.
“Answer me,” I gasped, feeling suddenly dirty and wicked. “Would you like that? For me to suck Saxon off while you fucked me?”
There it was, the name: Saxon. Up until now, our fantasies had been faceless. Nameless.
All of a sudden, it was all the more real.
“Yes…”
The word dropped like a bomb from Damon’s lips. A very sexy, very forbidden bomb.
Holy shit.
My heart was pounding now, thumping hard. My body felt like a million degrees.
“And would you let him?”
I couldn’t believe what I was saying! And yet, I totally could. Saxon was hot. Every bit as hot as Damon was, and sexy in all the same ways. It made perfect sense to want him. To fantasize about him. Especially in a position like this. Especially when he was just a room awa—
“Um-hmm.”
It was a grunt at the end of a thrust. A noise, barely escaping my fiancé’s lips as he ground into me.
But it was assent.
“You would?” I prodded, one last time. My heart was a jackhammer, thundering in my chest. “You’d really let him?”
I glanced back over my shoulder, to meet Damon’s gaze. His eyes were glazed with arousal as they locked on mine. He nodded.
“Then go get him.”
Three
DAMON
There were moments in life when time stopped. When everything around you just ground to a screeching halt, leaving you to gape in astonishment at the open-ended opportunities laid out before you.
In the past, I’d always acted. I’d always leapt off the cliff rather than backed away, firmly prepared to accept the consequences later on. In my mind, they were easier to deal with than the regret of not having jumped at all.
This was one of those moments.
“I’m serious,” I said, still buried inside her.
“Me too.”
Addison’s sly little grin widened. Her sapphire blue eyes flared with excitement and daring.
“Really? Go get him?”
“Uh huh.”
She whimpered softly as I pulled out of her, throwing my boxers back on as my erection looked up at me in surprise and astonishment. It didn’t go down though. I could drive railroad spikes with it right now, if I really wanted to.
“Do you think he’ll go for it?” Addison was asking.
I let out a disbelieving chuckle. “Are you kidding me?”
She was on her side now, her long legs scissored seductively. Her smooth, porcelain skin glowing pale blue in the filtered moonlight.
God she was so fucking gorgeous. I really was lucky.
I placed my hand on the doorknob, thinking about what I’d say. Wondering how I’d word such a request to my best friend, our best man for fuck’s sake. I imagined that in Addison’s mind, that somehow made the whole thing even hotter.
“Damon?”
She asked the question from the warmth of the bed we’d just been fucking in. Her lips were pursed, her beautiful cheeks a rosy pink hue. She had the body of a goddess, if the goddess were of sex.
“Yes?”
“This is really happening, isn’t it?”
I smiled back at her. “It sure fucking is,” I breathed. “Unless you tell me to let go of this door knob right now.”
My bride-to-be paused, then shook her head. “No way.”
“Alright then,” I grinned, and ducked back into the living room.
The room was dark, except for the glow of a tiny phone screen on the opposite end. Sprawled across the futon — his legs still hanging over — Saxon stirred and looked up at me.
“Everything alright?”
I padded over, naked except for my boxers. My body glistened with a thin sheen of sexually-charged sweat, as I tried covering the tent in my shorts with one casual hand.
“Everything’s fine,” I said. “More than fine, actually.”
“Good. Because—”
“You heard us fucking, right?”
My best friend’s shoulders went up instinctively, as he prepared to lie. My eyes stopped him, and instead he laughed.
“Yeah. Sure did.”
There was very little bullshit when it came to Saxon, Finn and myself. There was just way too much history between the three of us.
“Was it good?” he grinned, trying not to be lascivious. “Sounded good.”
“It was…” I began, rubbing at my jaw. Shit, how exactly did you go about something like this? “I mean… it still is.”
“One last hurrah, right?” Saxon offered. “Your final performance as a single man, before you—”
“We want you to join us.”
There were only a handful of things in this world I could say that would leave Saxon utterly speechless. This was definitely one of them.
“You mean…”
“Yes. I do.”
My best friend in the whole world sat up, his phone forgotten.
“What about Addison? What did she say?”
I let out a little laugh. “It was her idea.”
That struck him. Saxon’s expression had gone from casual amusement to intrigue to total bewilderment, all in the span of thirty seconds.
“Mine too, I guess,” I added. “Bedroom fantasies and all that. I always thought it would be hot to—”
“Bro, are you serious?” Saxon swore.
“Dead serious.”
“Because if this is some kind of joke…”
I laughed again. “No joke, man. Follow me into the bedroom and see for yourself.”
He half stood up. When he looked at me again his eyes narrowed.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked. “I mean this is your wife, Damon. Not some fun, crazy girl you don’t care about, who followed you home on a Friday night. This is Addison. The woman you’re actually going to marry.”
“I know.”
He glanced at the clock. “In just a few hours.”
“Exactly.”
“I mean—”
“Hey, are you gonna come help me fuck the hell out of my fiancé?” I said, laying it all on the line. “Or are you gonna disappoint her by sending me back through that door alone?”
Saxon looked down. I expected some joke about Addy and disappointment — one that had to do with my sex life, of course. Saxon never usually missed such an easy opportunity. But right now he was too stunned to make jokes. Running too many scenarios through his mind.
“Okay man,” he said, leaping to his feet. Though I could sense his nervousness, it was edged out by excitement. By the sheer adventure of what we were about to do. At that point, the grin on his face told everything.
“You sold me.”
Four
SAXON
Over the course of our lives, Damon and I had shared a lot of things. Bicycles. Popsicles. Video game collections. At one point we’d even shared the same pair of sneakers, passing the beat-up Nike’s back and forth before third and fourth period gym class.