by Zoe York
Tonight was strictly pleasure.
Their conversation roamed freely from highway construction—“It’s only going to get worse as we move into the height of summer”—to movies, because Evan liked to go to the Toronto International Film Festival each year—“It’s my only vacation, and it’s still kind of work related. We’re sponsors.”—to how important real vacations were.
“Except we’re all workaholics,” Jess laughed. “Definitely a do-what-we-say, not-what-we-do thing.”
“When was the last vacation you took?” Evan asked as he topped up her glass, then his own.
She slid a glance at Brent. He cleared his throat. “Vegas, I guess.”
Yeah.
A pregnant pause stretched between them.
Evan waited.
So did Jess. She’d laid claim to him earlier, to DeShawn. Would he do the same here, now?
“We had a week off together, and we decided to go do the Las Vegas wedding thing.” He reached for her hand. “One of the greatest nights of my life.”
Her heart thudded back to life. “Yeah.”
“Do you have pictures?” Evan asked.
Jess didn’t. She’d scrubbed them all from her phone. But she was shocked when Brent pulled out his device and handed it over.
Evan chuckled, then looked up at her, his eyes warm. “You’re gorgeous.”
“What photo is that?”
Evan looked at Brent, who nodded. “Show her.”
She took the phone. The background on the lock screen was a picture of her in her twenty-dollar white sundress, holding a hand-tied bouquet they bought at the grocery store earlier that day. She was giving Brent a shy, happy smile, her hand on her hip.
“It’s a nice night, I think we can eat out here, yeah?” Evan pointed inside. “I’m going to get the plates and the salad, be right back.”
Leaving them alone together.
She blinked hard, and Brent reached over, squeezing her hand, then he swore under his breath and got up, coming around to stand behind her.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and squeezed. “Hey, hey.”
“How long have I been your background picture?”
“Since the day we got married.”
She swiped away the tears. Nope, not gonna cry. “Cool.”
He laughed gently. “I think it is.”
She turned her head to the side and he kissed her softly. “One day, maybe you’ll want to marry me again, and we can do it differently then.”
She couldn’t fathom trying to make that commitment again, not knowing what she knew now about how complicated human relationships could be.
Of course Brent was still her husband. Of course she loved him. But do it all again? She liked living on her own, too. On her own terms, and with all the freedom that allowed.
“Ready to eat?” Evan asked, returning.
He set a tray on the table, and Jess nodded, scrambling to her feet. “Let us help you with that.”
She set the cutlery for them while Brent ferried the plates to Evan at the grill.
“It’s pretty amazing how the doors slide all the way open like this. It makes this deck fully a part of the house, doesn’t it?”
“I love them. They were my one big demand when I had the house built.” Evan leaned over and added in a stage whisper, “Truth be told, they’re dangerously easy to jimmy, but nobody else knows that.”
Jess laughed. “We won’t tell anyone.”
Then they dug in.
It was all fantastic. Evan’s steak, the salads he’d pilfered, and the company. She felt wholly comfortable with both of them, and the two of them together. She liked watching them look at each other, and loved the way they both looked at her.
When they finished eating and cleared the plates, and Evan closed the sliding doors and lit the fireplace in the living room, she was more than ready for whatever would come next.
“I need to use the little boy’s room,” Brent said as he set the plates on the counter. “Which…where…?”
Evan pointed to the dark hallway off the living room. “Second door on the right down there.”
Which left her alone with their host for the first time in more than a week.
She moved around the island to stand next to him, and he wrapped his arm around her. “Having fun?”
“Yes.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Of course,” she said, laughing.
“Let me help relax you.” He skated his hands up and down her arms. “We’re having a good time, right?”
“Oh yeah. But I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop,” she admitted in a whisper. “For you guys to start fighting or something.”
“That’s not going to happen. Not tonight.” He stroked one hand up to her cheek and gently curled his fingers through her hair, then cradled the back of her head. “Come closer, I want to tell you a secret.”
She smiled as she shifted into his arms, right up against him. “What?”
“You’re sexy.” He lowered his mouth to hers. “So sexy,” he repeated against her lips. “And you make me hard.”
She shivered as he kissed her. His mouth coaxed and promised, his tongue just teasing, and he left her wanting more when he drew back. “Mmm.”
“Want to know another secret?”
“Yes.”
“Your husband makes me hard, too.”
She shuddered and leaned in, kissing him again. Taking this time, and giving.
Evan heard Brent before she did. He was the one to end the kiss, the one to lift his head and look to the hallway. She followed his gaze, then stepped back on wobbly legs as she found Brent watching them.
“It’s okay,” Evan said quietly. “He likes to watch us.”
“I do,” her husband admitted. His voice was hoarse and his eyes hooded. And further south, an erection strained at the fly on his cargo pants.
“She’ll like to watch you and me, too,” Evan said. “Come here.”
Jess fumbled for the counter behind her. How did Evan know this about them when they didn’t even know it about themselves?
Brent didn’t move.
“It’s okay.”
Brent slid her a questioning look. Her pulse thudded in her ears and a hot, prickly sensation had wrapped itself around her throat. She couldn’t say anything, her voice was completely missing, but she jerked a nod. She wanted to see this. See them.
Evan moved first, closer to the living room, and she followed.
Brent took a tentative step, then two strides, closing the gap between the men.
She’d known this was what they were headed towards. Known this was what they needed to move forward—either together, or apart.
For too long, Brent had wanted men in secret. He’d never acted on it, but that secret had torn them apart. Tonight would bring them closure on that. Tonight, they would share that secret and his first steps in acting on those desires. That part would never be a secret from her, and it was quite a gift.
She was grateful for Evan now more than ever. Her friend was helping her be braver than she’d ever imagined possible. And maybe by the end of the night, she’d be able to call him more than her friend. She wanted Evan to be her lover.
Their lover.
Evan took Brent’s face in his hands, his attention locked entirely on her husband in this moment, and brought their mouths together. His thumb stroked along Brent’s jaw, then down his neck and onto his arm. Hard, commanding holds, so different from how he kissed her.
It was beautiful.
“Your wife is watching,” Evan growled against Brent’s mouth.
He groaned, and Evan swallowed that, kissing him again before turning him, sliding behind him so they were both facing Jess.
“Ask her what she wants.” Evan kissed the side of Brent’s neck, and Jess shuddered.
His gaze grabbed hers and held on. “Ask her,” he repeated, his voice low.
Brent raised his head and looked at her. “What
do you want, babe?”
“You. And him.” She swallowed. “I want you both. Together.”
20
Evan could feel Brent’s heart pounding as Jess approached them. She wound her arms around Brent’s neck, sandwiching her husband between them, and Evan felt him convulse as she initiated a kiss.
He’d had threesomes before. His first menage—with Evie and a guy in his dorm, when she visited him at university—had also been his first same-sex encounter, more than twenty years ago, but he remembered moments from it clearly. It had been a powerful, wonderful night.
He wanted to give Brent the same kind of gift.
Of course, Evan’s first threesome had also spelled the end of his relationship with Evie, but that had been for the best.
Tonight would not be the end of anything for the Dorans. He felt that fiercely inside, that they loved each other and needed to find their way back together. From the way they were looking at each other, they were probably already on the way.
Evan would just help them along.
It would be an honour. And when they were done with him, he’d have this night to remember forever.
Jess slid away from them, her fingers trailing over both of their bodies as she moved into the living room and stretched out on the couch. Evan took Brent’s hand and followed her. His blood coursed hot and fast through his veins as he pulled the other man into another embrace. He loved the feel of Brent in his arms, solid and lean, all muscle and warm flesh.
And a cock. A hard, heavy cock between them, just like his own. A cock he’d rubbed against twice before, and was ready to hold and taste and play with.
When he rubbed his hips against Brent, that got a big, growly reaction, so he did it again. They grappled and stumbled, which made Evan laugh, and that made Jess laugh. Somehow Brent ended up on the couch, and Evan reached for Jess next, but she stopped him.
“Can we see you naked?” she asked. She was brazen and beautiful. How could he deny her?
“Sure.”
She wrapped herself around Brent, and Evan held her gaze as she talked to her husband.
“Isn’t he gorgeous?” Jess buried her face in Brent’s neck for a second, then lifted again to take a voyeuristic little peek as Evan slowly peeled off his shirt. “And we get to share him.”
Fuck, that promise was like fire inside him.
Brent’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “You should get naked with him, babe. I want to see you with him.”
“We’ve got all night.” She stretched languidly against his body. “Pull him closer.”
Evan was down to his jeans now, his shirt discarded on a side chair. Brent hooked his fingers into Ev’s pocket and tugged.
Evan didn’t miss that his hand was shaking, and he dropped his own fingers to circle Brent’s wrist. Roughly, he guided him to touch Ev’s erection through his jeans.
With his other hand, he reached for Jess, stroking his fingers through her hair.
She smiled up at him, her eyes liquid and her mouth swollen and pink. “Can we see your cock?”
Brent sucked in a breath as Evan’s member surged in response. Fuck yes, they could see his cock.
She wiggled around her husband so they were side by side on the couch. Evan kept his hands where they were, one on her head, the other showing Brent how he liked to be stroked through his jeans, but the barrier had to go.
Jess was on it. She unzipped him and worked his jeans down his hips, then Brent touched him again, this time through his boxers.
Evan hissed, and Brent looked up, emboldened. “Yeah?”
“Tug those down, too,” he told him. “Get my cock out. Take a look.”
The way Brent bit his lip and did exactly as he was told drove Evan wild. Jess sat back, watching with rapt attention, as Brent bared first the root and then all of Evan’s heavy cock. His crown was thick and purple, straining, and slick with pre-come already.
Brent’s hand wrapped easily around the girth of him, and Evan bucked his hips, wanting more of his touch.
“You want to suck on me?” He asked them both, but the question was really for Brent.
He nodded.
Evan jerked his head at the carved wood box on the end table. “There are some condoms in there, pick your favourite flavour.”
Jess scrambled to the side, an eager little bunny. She held up three. “This one says extra thin for oral pleasure, but it’s not flavoured. Or we have…chocolate, and…orange.”
“Unflavoured.” Brent’s voice was rough, raw.
She ripped open the package, and handed the condom to Brent, who gave Evan a terrified look.
He leaned over and kissed Brent, then took the condom. “It’s different putting one on someone else than it is yourself,” he said warmly.
“It’s been a while.”
Evan squeezed the back of his neck, then kissed him again. He never wanted to stop kissing Brent, never wanted to stop reassuring him that this was hot and perfect just as it was. Awkward fumbles and all.
“Do whatever you want,” he whispered.
Jess wiggled in as well, and she leaned her head against Evan’s hip. From his position above them, he could see her watching Brent as her husband took Ev’s cock in his hand and leaned in, his tongue wide and flat.
There was nothing apprehensive about how Brent took that thick crown in his mouth.
Evan had a flash back to his own first blow job, the first time he got on his knees for another man—not that first night, he’d been on the receiving end then. But a few weeks later, a drunken fumble.
The taste of jizz on his tongue, the throb of a shaft.
Fuck.
If Brent wanted to do this again, Evan would get tested so they could ditch the condom.
If Brent wanted to do this again, Evan would do anything he asked.
“You wanna share with Jess?” His voice was thick and full of lust, even to his own ears, and Brent bobbed off, leaning back. His wife leaned in, her mouth slicking over the same length Brent had just swallowed, then further still.
Brent groaned. Evan did, too, a chorus of noises that spurred Jess on, and she stroked her hands over his hips, encouraging him to thrust into her mouth.
Evan made eye contact with Brent. “Your turn to get a bit naked,” he growled.
Again, zero signs of nervousness there. A t-shirt went one way, cargo pants the other, leaving Brent in white boxer briefs.
Angelic, Evan thought greedily. Like an athletic poster boy.
“Your turn,” he told Jess. She held his cock until Brent returned, and then slipped back.
Evan set his hands loosely on Brent’s shoulders, but it was hard not to thrust into his mouth, to use his wet, slick tongue to get off, especially when Brent made hungry sounds with each swallow.
As much as he liked the attention, though, he wanted to hold off—coming down Brent’s throat would have to come later.
“That’s so good,” he murmured, easy Brent off. He ran his thumb over Brent’s lower lip. “Thank you.”
Brent’s eyes were glassy, lusty, as he blinked up in confusion. “Don’t you want to come?”
“I will.” Evan smiled. “Let’s make Jess feel good now.”
Brent cursed, and Jess giggled. She’d taken off her pants, but still had her shirt on, a glimpse of black lace panties popping out against pale, wide hips. “It’s okay,” she murmured, reaching for her husband. “That was really hot.”
“I know,” Brent whispered, and for a second—just a second—Evan felt like an intruder on a private moment.
But then Brent kissed her, and as he did, he reached for Evan with his free hand, bringing him into the embrace. Jess was in between them, her back to Evan, her ass against his cock.
He squeezed her waist, enjoying the softness of her, then slid his hands under her shirt. “Can I take this off you?”
She nodded, lifting her hands in the air, and Brent stopped kissing her long enough for the cotton tee to fly off to some un
known corner of Evan’s living room.
Her breasts were in a matching black bra to her panties, her nipples tight buds he found blindly just by touch through the lace. She arched her back as he stroked them, and Brent’s mouth drifted down her neck. Evan squeezed the fullness of her swells, lifting them to Brent’s mouth. “Suck on her,” he ordered.
It was a thrill to see Brent eagerly do as he commanded.
But Evan wanted a taste of her, too. He leaned back and snared a dental dam from his wooden box of tricks and treats, then kissed the back of Jess’s neck.
“Turn around,” he whispered. “Lean back against your husband. I want to see you.”
He unhooked her bra as she twisted, and when she leaned back, she was in nothing but a scrap of black lace, low on her hips, barely covering her mound. She looked like sex, pure and simple, and Evan’s cock, tucked back in his briefs, surged back to life.
One day soon he would fuck this woman for hours. Tonight was not that night, though. Tonight was a first step in uncharted territory. He needed to be careful.
He needed to show them what they could have…and leave them wanting more at the same time. Part of him hated being that Machiavellian. But the rest of him knew this was the way of things. Sex and love and secret desires. It was all so complicated.
It didn’t need to be.
He skimmed his hands up the inside of her thighs, then out and over her hips, higher to her breasts, behind her to her husband, a quick squeeze for Brent. Then back again, slower this time. He kissed her and stroked her, figuring out what she liked, what she loved. What buttons really worked and which didn’t matter so much.
Every human being was different this way, each person had their own unique countdown pattern.
Jess liked her nipples sucked.
That was convenient. Evan loved having her breasts in his mouth, him feasting on the soft flesh and the hard peaks as erotic for him as he hoped it was for her. While licking and sucking her, making her writhe, he worked his fingers back towards her core. He squeezed her hip and let his thumb rub against the top of her panties. Dropped his hand, brushing against the inside of her thigh. And when she jerked her hips, looking for firmer contact, he gave it to her, his whole hand covering her lace-wrapped pussy.
