by Renee Field
“Thanks so much, Sawyer, for the pancakes. It’s a nice treat not to rush to make breakfast,” said Tasha.
Sawyer leaned closer to Tasha and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Mack even said he’d clean up.”
Tasha giggled. “This is my lucky day. So, Mack, what’s your plan for the day?”
“You mean what’s on my to-do list?”
“Well, it’s not often the kids aren’t underfoot. Maybe Sawyer could give you a hand with the front deck.”
Sawyer jumped in. “I’d love to help. That front stoop is totally rotten and I almost put my entire foot through it. Shouldn’t take the two of us long. Have you got all the supplies?”
Tasha stole another pancake as the two men launched into shop talk and how best to fix the front deck. Tasha looked at Sawyer over her second cup of coffee. Both men were often mistaken as brothers but each was very distinct. They’d known each other since junior high when Sawyer moved from Cape Breton to Halifax to stay with his father. The two teens had quickly found one thing in common—both had lost a parent. Sawyer, with his thick, wavy black hair cut short, pulled off looking clean-cut. But one glance at his pretty-boy face with those piercing baby-blue eyes and dimples and you knew Sawyer was a ladies’ man. Mack, on the other hand, with his black hair cropped close to his skull, penetrating brown eyes and square chin looked like what he was—a police officer. Both men were tall but Sawyer was a good inch taller than her six-foot hubby, which he made a point of reminding Mack about whenever they were together. Where Mack made up for it was muscle mass, though as Tasha looked over Sawyer she realized he’d bulked up more since the last time they’d gotten together. That had been about five years ago when she’d been a harried new mother trying to juggle two toddlers.
“I’m going to make you guys a nice supper…”
Mack jumped in. “No, honey, we’re going to make you supper. We’ll pick up something to barbeque tonight. You just take it easy for a change.”
Well, Tasha didn’t know what to say that so she nodded.
“You mind if I hop in your shower first? I’d like to freshen up after that flight from Alberta to here.”
Tasha took her plate to the sink. “I’ll get you some towels and soap.”
“That would be great. Give me ten minutes, Mack, and I’ll come with you to get the supplies.”
Mack nodded as the men picked up their dishes and started to tidy up. A bit at loose ends, Tasha went back upstairs to get some towels for Sawyer. In the bathroom she noticed the erotic book she’d been reading in the tub last night. Instead of hiding it as her gut told her to do, she grinned. Flipping open the book that had one steamy scene she’d especially enjoyed reading last night, she grabbed a highlighter in her room and highlighted the one word that had left her breathless last night. Feeling very naughty, she then left the book open right where she knew someone would have to reach down and pick it up to get in the shower.
“The shower’s all yours,” said Tasha, coming down the stairs.
Sawyer had Cleopatra on his lap and the cat purred like a lawnmower. “She really likes you.”
“I love cats. Dad couldn’t stand them. I think it was his allergies but I always vowed once I settled down I’d get a cat. She’s beautiful.”
Mack walked into the room and drew her body tight against his as he hugged her from behind. “You’d have never known that a few weeks ago. Tasha found the poor thing on the side of the road and like usual brought it home. She seems to find stray things.”
Tasha leaned her head against her husband’s chest. At five foot five she came up to Mack’s heart and had always loved how tiny his large body made her feel, even when she’d put on about sixty pounds with the last pregnancy. “Most of those stray animals have found homes but Cleopatra is different.”
The cat nuzzled her head more into Sawyer’s hand, begging for affection. Tasha knew how Cleopatra felt. Nerves were causing Tasha to be skittish and she hoped she wasn’t acting like a fool. It had been hard enough last night to get to sleep, especially with her husband’s hard cock pressed tight against her backside. He hadn’t liked her idea of anticipation, and secretly she hadn’t been too keen on it, but maybe her new scheme would be more up his alley. After all, you only live once, she thought.
Sawyer gently moved the cat off his lap and then slid past them to go shower upstairs. The sound of rushing water filled the awkward silence but that didn’t stop Tasha from daydreaming about what Sawyer looked like naked.
“It’s good that he dropped by,” she said.
“Yeah it is. Sorry we’re not going to have that romantic weekend you had hoped for but at least we’ll get that front porch fixed.”
Tasha nodded. An odd lump had formed in her throat. Mack just didn’t get it, or her. She, like that front porch, needed a really good fix and how sad he didn’t recognize it.
Chapter Two
Sawyer chuckled to himself as he re-read the ménage scene. He wondered if Mack knew how much of a naughty wife he had on his hands. Only a fool would pretend not to notice the erotic book that someone, namely Tasha, had taken a highlighter to. Still laughing as the hot water sluiced down his back, his cock jumped to attention. It had been a while since he’d had a woman in his bed but at the moment the female his mind pictured was Tasha. He’d love to peel those short-shorts off her ass. Taking his straining erection in his hand, he pumped himself as he envisioned taking Tasha while Mack watched. He’d first kiss those luscious breasts and then, with her standing legs apart, he’d lick her pussy while she leaned against Mack’s chest with Mack’s hands playing her nipples to tight points. She’d be panting within moments with the two of them and then he’d make her come.
Sawyer wondered if Mack remembered the rules they used to play by. Mack liked to be the dominant one who issued the orders and those commands had always stated that if Sawyer made the woman come Mack would get to slap her ass. It was a fetish of Mack’s. Sawyer wondered if Mack’s wife knew that or had first-hand experience. Something in his gut told him she didn’t know. The thought of watching Mack turn Tasha’s pale ass pink with slaps was a major turn-on and within seconds Sawyer’s cum shot out in a thick stream. Groaning, Sawyer grabbed the soap and cleaned himself. Turning off the shower, he dried quickly and then wondered for a second what to do with the book.
Going on instinct, he tucked the novel under his towel and made his way downstairs. As luck would have it Tasha was nowhere to be scene. Grabbing a plastic bag, Sawyer threw the novel inside and within moments he and Mack were in the van and on their way to the hardware store for supplies.
“You ever think about those times when we were younger and the women we had?” asked Sawyer, closely watching Mack.
Mack nodded. “Hell yeah. Fun times that.”
“You miss it?”
“Miss the women or what we were doing with them?”
“What we were doing with them,” said Sawyer.
Silence stretched for a full minute before Mack answered. “What man wouldn’t, Sawyer, but Tasha’s not like that.”
Sawyer pulled out the plastic bag he’d hauled into the van and showed the book to Mack. “You sure about that? I found this sitting nice and pretty for me when I went into the washroom.”
Mack glanced over. “It’s just one of Tasha’s romance novels.”
Sawyer shook his head. Mack obviously had no idea what his wife read or what his wife wanted. “Mack, have you read this?”
“Read a romance novel? No way,” said Mack with a wild laugh.
“Well you should. Tasha’s even taken a highlighter to her favorite part. Let me read this section to you.”
Mack was still laughing but he nodded. About five minutes later he wasn’t laughing. “Sweet Jesus, do you think she wants that?”
Sawyer thought that indeed. “I think you and she should have a conversation, but my gut says she’s looking for something wild this weekend and what better man to fulfill her fantasy than me.”
“Are you seriously asking to fuck my wife?” challenged Mack.
“No. I’m asking you to ask your wife what she wants. Maybe letting her be wild with the two of us will make you see her in a new light.”
Mack pulled into the hardware store parking lot and turned off the engine. “Are you saying I don’t appreciate my wife, Sawyer?”
“No, Mack, don’t even go there. I know you love Tasha and she loves you but sometimes in a relationship we take each other for granted.”
Mack didn’t say a word and Sawyer left it at that. They didn’t say anything more on the subject as they got out of the truck and headed into the hardware store. Thirty minutes later they were done and it wasn’t until they pulled back into the driveway that Mack leaned closer to Sawyer.
“Give me that damn book and don’t say anything to Tasha.”
“Trust me, man, I won’t. This is your decision. I’m just saying I’m game,” said Sawyer, stepping out of the van as Tasha walked out of the house in a hot red bikini.
Mack swallowed. Just where the hell did she get that? And why is she walking around half-naked with Sawyer here?
“I’ve got beers on ice for you guys for later. I’m going to enjoy the rest of the day in the backyard,” said Tasha, as she walked to the mailbox to peek inside. Christ, it’s Saturday and she knows there’s no mail. She’s just showing off for Sawyer.
Sawyer gave an appreciative whistle and Tasha blushed.
“I told you to stop that,” said Tasha.
“I’m not dead yet,” answered Sawyer.
The idea of him and Sawyer playing with his wife made him hot and hard and he wasn’t sure he liked it. Tasha had never expressed a wild side before but then again Mack had never initiated one. The more Mack thought about what Sawyer suggested the more he liked the idea and the harder his cock got.
Tasha knew she played up her assets as she walked around in her hot red bikini. She also noted that her erotic book no longer claimed a spot in the bathroom. Lying on the back deck, she heard the sounds of hammers and sawing as the two men worked to replace her front porch
“Tasha, come here!” yelled Mack. With his commanding police officer voice, Tasha thought the entire neighborhood would probably come to a standstill.
Sauntering over to the men, she walked up to Sawyer who had taken off his shirt. Tasha eyed his muscled chest and the anchor tattoo on his chest, a major turn-on. He had a light dusting of black chest hairs but she especially liked the darker line of hair that led from his navel to below the waistband of his jeans. He was hot both physically and literally. She handed him the beer she’d brought with her and watched him take a swallow. Tasha couldn’t help but notice Mack watching her. She found it hard to focus on her husband, especially when her hormones were screaming for a wild romp.
“Look what we found,” said Mack, hauling out a dirt-encrusted box from underneath the front porch.
“What is it?”
“Damned if I know. I’m going to open it though,” said Mack, ripping open the top of the box.
When he pulled it free Tasha laughed. “It’s a spice rack.”
“Then where are the spices? Those bottles have little notes in them,” said Sawyer, looking hard at the small clear bottles. Instead of moving closer to investigate it, he edged sideways to be closer to Tasha and handed her the bottle of beer.
Together they watched Mack open a bottle.
“Holy hell, this is freaking unbelievable,” said Mack, laughing as he read the small note, which he then handed to Tasha.
Tasha read the note and sensed the heat creep up from her chest to her face.
“Well it’s got to be something naughty if it’s made Tasha blush,” said Sawyer, holding out his hand for a turn to read the note.
Tasha’s hand shook as she gave it to him and when their fingers accidentally brushed each other it was like an electric shock to her system. She didn’t need to look down to know her nipples had peaked. She felt the fabric of her swim top stick to them. Grinning while he licked his lips, Sawyer took the note and read it.
“Oh my god. I know exactly what this is,” he said. His smile grew and the dimples made him look devilishly handsome.
“It’s a sex spice rack. These are given out at bridal showers and the reason I know this is because I had a girlfriend who made me go with her to buy one. Let’s read some more notes.”
Before Mack could open another bottle, Tasha moved forward. “How about we read them later, once you guys finish the porch.”
They both groaned. “And if you’re good, who knows, maybe we could try something out,” said Tasha, as she took the rack from her husband, who tried not to look startled.
Tasha knew she was pushing things but hell, she ached all over for a good wild time in or out of the sack. It wasn’t as if she’d set out to play the seductress, but Mack left her no choice.
Walking away with her prize in her hands, she deposited the spice rack with the nine bottles neatly lined up in three rows by the sofa in the living room. She didn’t hear the door open and gave a small jump when Mack’s voice washed over her.
“We’re taking a break. Can I speak with you upstairs, Tasha?”
Nodding, she attempted to walk demurely up the stairs to their bedroom. But as she swiveled her hips and heard her husband curse silently, she knew she’d failed and a huge smile lit up her face.
Mack swallowed hard as he approached his wife. How the hell does one begin a conversation like this with your wife? “So, we okay, Tasha?”
She turned and gave him the “what are you talking about” look. She looked sexy as hell in that red bikini and he itched to untie her top and have his wicked way with her breasts. After all that foreplay last night and no release he had been on tenterhooks all day. And Sawyer reading that ménage scene certainly hadn’t helped his hard-on.
Mack moved closer and hauled his wife into his arms. “You know I love you, right?”
She laughed. “I would hope so.”
He nuzzled her neck and loved how responsive she became. “Sometimes I might not always show you how much I love you but you’re my world. And I want you to be happy.”
“I am happy.”
He eased back to look at his wife. “Not always. I messed up big-time last night. I know you want to have some fun and I’m okay with it.”
She blinked. “What type of fun did you have in mind?”
“How about we let the spice rack we found determine that.”
She nodded but cast her eyes down to stare at the hardwood floor. Shit, he would have to spell it out. “So Sawyer found a book you were reading in the bathroom…” He paused and watched a pink blush fall across her chest and face.
“It’s just a book.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Loved it and you know it.”
“What parts did you like?”
“Listen, Mack, it’s just a book…a woman’s fantasy.”
“What if we made that fantasy come true for the weekend?”
She glanced up at him and then circled her arms around his head, drawing him in for a deep kiss. “I might like that,” she said once they came up for air.
He smiled. “You sure about this? Because once we start we’re not stopping.”
“Mack, I’m a big girl. I know what I’d like to try. Plus it’s not like I don’t know your history with Sawyer and the girls you’ve had together over the years. I’m totally game.”
Mack’s heart beat so hard he had to take a steadying breath. “You’re game to let me have my way and my rules with this?”
“What rules?”
“Honey, there are always rules when two men play with one woman.” The minute he said it his wife’s face heated ten shades of red, which pleased him greatly. She might like the idea of it but this was still going to be a totally new experience for her and secretly that thrilled him.
“Mack, are you okay with this? Sawyer is your friend and—”
“Because he’
s a friend I’m okay with it. Anyone else I’m not so sure. Like you said, Sawyer and I have history plus he’s chomping at the bit for a taste of you.”
“Are you serious?”
“More serious than he’ll let on, but yeah. So, honey, what do you say?”
Smiling, she answered, “I say let the games begin.”
“Before I bring Sawyer in I want you to understand the first rule. You come with Sawyer when I tell you to and if you disobey I spank you.”
“What?” squeaked his wife, her eyes all but popping out of her head.
“You heard me,” said Mack, giving her time to adjust.
“Like a real spanking.”
“Honey, I won’t hurt you if that’s what you’re wondering but yeah, a real spanking.”
“I guess this is a side of you I never thought to see.”
“So am I scaring you off?”
She splayed her hands wide over his chest and on her tippy toes said, “If that was your intention, sorry to disappoint. I’m totally game.”
Capturing his wife around the waist, he hauled her to him and sealed the deal with a tongue-dueling kiss, ensuring she felt his hard-on through his jeans.
“Have you and Sawyer talked about this?” asked Tasha as he went to the bedroom door.
“Yeah we did, especially after you left that erotic book, highlighted and all for him to find.”
She laughed, which eased his heart. “A little too obvious.”
“Probably not for me and again I’m sorry about that. This weekend we’re going to have fun. Let’s go down and talk to Sawyer and have a few drinks.”
“Jesus, Mack, I’m not sure about talking about this with Sawyer. Can’t I leave that up to you?”
“Let’s take this one step at a time. We’ll go down and talk and see how things play out. You nervous?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“This is all about you, Tasha. I was teasing you earlier about not stopping. If at any time you want to halt things just say the word.”
“Like a safe word?”
“Yeah, but not the word stop. Pick your safe word.”
