Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

Zeppelin

“ S o… who is he?” I asked, looking at my husband as the sexy as fuck man practically ran out the door with the adorable kitten cradled in his hand. That man was a big ball of nervous, unsure energy, and I couldn’t get enough of it. It was so easy to rile him up, even if he did his best not to show it.

Eros leaned over the counter and grabbed the bag containing our lunch. I quickly followed him to his office, shutting the door behind us so we had some privacy in case Heather came back before I left to head back to my tattoo shop. Eros sat at his desk, and I took a seat across from him.

“He’s new to the area,” Eros informed me, his blonde hair flopping over his forehead as he lowered his head to sort our food. “That’s about all I know. He was pretty tight-lipped, and he doesn’t know what to do when he’s being flirted with.”

I snorted, pulling my container of food closer to me when Eros set it on the desk. “That’s an understatement. Pretty sure he’s either closeted, or he has no idea he’s interested in men. I saw the interest in his eyes.”

Eros nodded, glancing up at me from beneath long, blonde lashes. “I did, too. The moment he walked in the door, I saw it clear as day on his face.”

I opened my food container and stabbed a shrimp, eyeing it for a moment. “He’s the first man to pique my interest since you,” I said honestly. Eros reached across the table and covered my hand with his, his eyes tender and soft. My heart squeezed. Flipping my hand over, I brought our hands palm-to-palm, soaking in the heat he was emitting. “I want to give this a chance.”

Eros smiled then, and it was so goddamn warm and pretty, it made my heart clench. “Good. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to convince you.”

I chuckled. Eros had told me from the get-go that he wanted a poly-relationship. And while we’d shared many sexual partners over the past three years of us being together, including our year of marriage, no one had really interested me for something long term. They’d just been another hole to fill. Hell, if it weren’t for Eros being there, too, I wouldn’t have been hard at all.

But there was something about Jaxon Wreath that had me obsessed . I wanted to claim him. Fucking own him . The need to possess him was like a living, breathing thing inside of me. I hadn’t felt this strongly for anything or anyone since I’d met Eros in that bar when he graduated from veterinarian school. We’d fucked each other stupid, and from there, we’d been inseparable.

Eros and I ate in silence, and after we were done, he cleared his desk of our food containers, carrying them out of his office to the bigger trash can in the small common area. When he came back into the room, I gripped his hips and backed him up against his desk, a smirk playing on my lips. I was hard, and I was aching for him. For Jaxon, too, but I couldn’t have that. Not yet.

“Do you know how fucking hard I’ve been since I laid my eyes on Jaxon?” I rasped into Eros ear. He shivered, his breath hitching in his throat. I pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear, and his blonde strands tickled my face. “I want to watch the two of you together. Watch you make him fall apart. And then, I want to watch him impale you on his cock.”

“ Fuuuuck ,” Eros groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders. I took advantage and pressed hot, lingering, open-mouthed kisses to the column of his throat, my cock throbbing in my pants and pressing into my zipper.

I pushed his scrub pants down and then dropped to my knees. He looked down at me through half-lidded green eyes, and then, a porn star-worthy moan filled the room as I swallowed his thick, leaking cock to the back of my throat. God, I fucking loved it when he moaned like that. I loved how vocal he was. Eros was always so damn needy, and I was here for it.

“Zep, baby— Gooood ,” he groaned, lacing his fingers in my dark hair and tugging. He thrust forward, driving his cock even deeper down my throat. I growled and gripped his hips, pinning him back against the desk. He hissed a breath through his teeth when the edge of the desk dug into his back, but then, he was going slack-jawed as I scraped my teeth right over that sensitive spot beneath the tip of his cock. “ Christ ,” he whimpered, his knees beginning to tremble.

Keeping him pinned where I wanted him, I worshipped his cock, sucking hard and deep, hollowing out my cheeks. He tugged on my strands, his hips twitching, and then, finally, he was coming down my throat, gifting me with what I wanted from him.

Leaning back on my heels, I licked my lips, grinning up at him. He groaned, slumping back against the desk, sucking in deep lungfuls of air. I chuckled.

“Too much?” I rasped, my throat a little raw and my jaw a bit tender.

He shook his head as I began to fix his pants. “Just… right,” he panted.

I grinned and pushed his top up to press a kiss to his flat stomach before standing to my feet. I drew him into my arms and pressed my lips to his. He grunted, his hands coming up to land on my ribcage. “I need to head back to the shop.” I pecked a kiss to the tip of his nose. “See you at home?”

He nodded. “See you then. I love you. Drive safe.”

I winked at him as I backed toward the door, my dick still hard. But he needed to get back to work, and so did I. “Always, baby. I love you, too.”