Chapter 14

 

The sight of her round breasts bobbing in the water seemed to distract him as he watched her, his gaze locking with hers, then slipping down once more as if he couldn’t resist. She arched her back a little, pushing them further above the surface, taking secret delight in his quiet torment.

His eyes, so dark, so keen, fascinated her, the way the power of his gaze seemed to pin her in place, compelling her to hold still for his perusal. The water lapped at her chin as she lay back, her head propped on the back edge of the deep, expansive jetted tub.

Once he’d slipped her into the embrace of the bubbling warmth, he’d allowed himself to sit upon the edge, first divesting himself of his clothing then dipping his feet into the bath. The water reflected shimmering light against the long, thick muscles of his thighs, his balls hanging down between them, heavy and swollen.

They didn’t speak a word as he washed her, their only communication her soft moans as he touched her carefully, her tight hisses as he applied the cloth to the areas he’d punished most. Eventually, she was nothing but languid yielding, her bones seeming to melt from her body, leaving only quiet, sweet compliance to his touch, his caresses, his desires.

His cock came up again as he settled her back into the water, her heart skipping a beat as she watched it engorge. She touched it gently, and he allowed it, knowing how much she loved playing with him. The heavenly feel of his veined, rigid shaft in her hand restarted the stirring between her legs, her clit taking up a pained throb, still angry at the vicious attentions of clamp and leather strap.

One of his black brows arched. “You sure you want to keep doing that? That pussy of yours is already sore enough, isn’t it?”

She smiled at him, knowing the truth of it, and yet that knowledge didn’t stop her from coursing her hand slowly up and down that thick, heavy penis. It was impossible for her to resist. “I’ll take my chances.”

And it was a distraction of her own, sweet though it certainly was.

The idea had been budding, growing in her mind, a confusing, forbidden conflict she hadn’t a clue how to resolve. The shock of her little revelation at the store with Hunter only made it worse.

Only made what worse? Figuring out how to get Hunter right with his wife — or conniving a way to get him into your bed?

It wasn’t close to that simple though. Not even close.

“We… we have to help Hunter somehow.”

“You’re going to bring Hunter up while you’re stroking my cock?”

She peered up at him, affecting her most coquettish look. “Do you want me to stop?”

His eyes narrowed, but his lips quirked into a smile. “You’d be in trouble all over again if you did that.”

She giggled, giving him a nice squeeze that had the tendons at the base of his neck twitching.

“What is it you think we have to help Hunter with?”

The way his eyes keenly watched her made her suspect he knew far more than he was letting on.

“He told her, Troy. And it didn’t go over well. At all.”

He shook his head, looking down. “Fucking knew it.”

“You did?”

“Some people, they… they just don’t get it. You know? Sara — well, it wouldn’t surprise me at all if she were one of those people. Explaining kink to them… it’s a canyon that can’t be bridged.”

“Waxing philosophical now?” She used her thumb to rub just under the head of his cock, where he was the most sensitive, his breath catching, his jaw tight.

“Bad girl.”

Her winning smile had him shaking his head indulgently. “Yes, sir. Would you want me any other way?”

“Other than you draped over the side of this tub, with your ass in the air? No.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the imagery.

They both knew Hunter was indeed kinky — perhaps even as pervy as they were.

God, I hope so.

She needed to tell Troy — she knew that — but she was just as sure it wasn’t yet time. There was still plenty of room to make a fucking hot mess of all of this, for an alluring, tempting idea to turn into a heartbreaking, wrecking ball.

That was the last thing Hunter — or any of them — needed now. No, she needed to figure this out. There was one thing that was already clear, a conclusion she’d already drawn, even as she knew it potentially posed more danger to just a friendship. That fact didn’t dissuade the power the notion had on her heart — and her pussy.

She wanted Hunter.

But she didn’t want him to the exclusion of her wonderful husband, someone she knew she could never, ever, live without.

It was hard enough to admit the truth of it herself, but it was even worse than that, even more hopeless.

You’re such a selfish bitch. Delusional too.

No, she didn’t just want Hunter. She wanted them both.

“Hey, you’re a thousand miles away.” Troy took hold of her wrist, pulling her hand from his now very hard, very erect cock. It twitched, high and angry red, in time with his pulse.

She almost whined at having it taken away.

He placed her hand on the hard, massive muscles of his thigh though, his fingers slowly tracing the lengths of her own. “What is it?”

After what happened that night at the grocery store, there seemed a good chance there was a mutual attraction there. But what sort was it? Male and female friends often felt some latent sexual attraction. Nothing unusual — or particularly noteworthy — about that. Was that all this was, or was there really something there between them?

The real unknown — even if Troy and Hunter agreed to it — was what it might mean for their relationship. Could she really imagine herself with someone other than Troy? The answer was an emphatic no — but this wasn’t being with someone other than Troy.

It would mean being with someone in addition to Troy.

A triad.

Such arrangements were notoriously thorny, fatally susceptible to jealousy, possessiveness and miscommunication. The two couples she knew who’d actually tried it had eventually broken up over it. The whole idea was dangerous — and likely to fail. Even if the attraction was there, she knew that wasn’t enough. Was it pure delusion on her part to think it could ever be acted on?

Could she really submit to them both? It seemed hopeless, that she could have them both — two dominant men.

So, why did she continue to fixate on it?

Because he needs you. He needs this — maybe even more than you need him.

Troy touched her cheek. “Lace, what is it?”

She shook off the foreboding, the fear whispering at the back of her mind. She could do this. She had to do this.

The only question was how.

“I… can’t tell you. Yet.”

“Okay. Then maybe you can convince me why I shouldn’t spank you for holding something from me. You know that’s not what we do.”

“It’s not that. I’m… I don’t know the answer yet.”

“It’s about Hunter and Sara, isn’t it?” He frowned, his fingers clutching hers tight at his thigh as he looked away. “I wish he’d… fuck, not my call.”

“You wish he’d what?” She sat up then, ignoring the way his eyes fixed upon her dripping breasts, her nipples hard as steel.

He grunted, his mouth twisting. “I wish he’d fucking get rid of her. What kind of goddamned best friend thinks that?”

She hugged his knees, her breasts pillowing against his hard, hairy shins. “The kind of friend that cares about him. That loves him.”

“I was going to punish you for that, you know — how you feel about her.”

She shivered, but managed a smile up at him. “I was wondering if you’d forgotten.”

“I never forget an opportunity to redden that sweet ass of yours, bad girl.” A finger touched her lip. “To tell you the truth though? I didn’t disagree with you. I didn’t then — and I don’t now. Is that what you’re afraid to tell me?”

“No… yes. I don’t know! Please, just… I need more time to figure out what it is. Or if I’m being a fucking idiot.”

His brilliant eyes betrayed nothing then as he watched her, his lips quirking once as if he might say something. He shook his head, smiling warily at her, then stood up, his erection jutting over her in a way that made her mouth go dry.

Lowering himself to straddle her chest, he pushed her back down, the water sloshing over the lip of the tub. He grasped her breasts, and her breath caught as the hot, hard length of his penis settled within her cleavage, the big head at the base of her throat. He squeezed her flesh around his shaft, already beginning to thrust slowly.

“I’ll relent on punishing you this time. But you’re going to be very diligent in showing me how grateful you are for my leniency.”

She grinned up at him, her heart beating faster, gasping as his cock thrust even harder within the embrace of her soft breasts. “Yes, sir.”