Chapter 7

Chapter

Seven

AVA

“I’m glad they didn’t give up on you,” I say, reaching behind myself and squeezing my arms around him despite the awkward angle. I’m still in his lap, facing Huck, and I can see how the misery pouring off Silas is affecting my husband. For all his brutish size, Huck’s a big, softhearted bear of a guy. Seeing any living creature in pain brings his protective streak roaring to the surface.

“And we aren’t giving you up now, either,” Huck seethes, as though the very concept of walking away from Silas infuriates him. I get it, because now that I know Silas is interested in the both of us, I’m not giving him up, either.

We did right by our kids, raising them to be amazing adults who know their place in the world and our lives. It’s our turn to find the happiness we’ve searched for in our marriage. Don’t get me wrong, I love Huck more than ever. But we’ve known we wanted a permanent third in our marriage for a very long time. Luckily, we both agree Silas is the one we want.

I want to nurture and support him when the lights are on, then debauch him and introduce him to things even his wild self hasn’t discovered. Things only a woman who truly loves him can offer. I want to watch Huck protect him and stand between Silas and anything that can hurt him, then watch my husband put Si’s body through paces he didn’t know he was capable of. I want so damn much.

“Jameson’s gonna be pissed,” Silas says, burying his face between my shoulders.

“Jameson loves you. Loves us. He’ll accept us.” I’m sure of it.

He may freak out for a bit, but neither Huck nor I are blind to our son’s own preferences. Jameson’s been openly polyamorous and pansexual since he was a teen. If anyone should accept the relationship we want to have, it’d be him. And I know the other kids won’t care. They’re too busy living their own lives to worry about their father and me. As long as our marriage is strong, they won’t blink.

“I still can’t wrap my head around this. You really…” Si pauses, and I feel the tension in his muscles under me. “You really both want me. Not just once. But like, for a while?”

I snuggle against him and watch Huck stand and walk around the tiny table to our side. He cups Si’s cheek and leans over to brush a soft kiss on his lips.

“Longer than a while, boy. Let that sink in for a bit. Ava, go lie on the bed. Please? I need a word with Silas.” I’m not sure what privacy Huck expects with the bed only a few feet from here, but I rarely question my husband.

Obedience doesn’t mean blind compliance, though, and I don’t miss the quick intake of surprise or the low masculine groan of appreciation as I drop the hotel robe to the floor. I climb onto the mattress slowly, crawling with my back dipped low and my hips high so both men have a view of my panty-covered bottom.

“You’re a good man to take this seriously, Silas. We want you, absolutely. Not just once or for a while. This is something Ava and I have thought on. Discussed. Dreamed about and wanted. Can you accept that?”

I go still on my knees, facing away from the men on the bed. Granting them an illusion of privacy while hearing every heartfelt word. Hoping with everything inside me that Silas wants us the way we want him. A tremor rattles through me that has nothing to do with the cold air from the vent by the window.

“Yes. Maybe, I’m being greedy. And maybe, I don’t deserve this. But I can’t lie and say I don’t want to be with you and Ava.”

It gets quiet behind me, and I chance a glance over my shoulder. Huck’s got Silas pressed to the wall beside the table, kissing him as though he’ll die if he doesn’t. Arousal fires through my blood, hot and heavy with need. I let my hands stray to my breasts to caress and pluck at my nipples, the swollen areolas tightening into hard knots.

My husband maintains such tight control all the time, but right now, I can see the way his hand trembles as he grabs the hem of Si’s shirt to tug it over his head. He’s barely in control now. Seeing how affected he is and the way Silas melts into him, his cut muscles small under Huck’s enormous hands, makes me wet. Wetter, really, because the low thrum of lust has kept my sex slippery with need all morning.

Silas casts his eyes to where I kneel on the bed, no longer even pretending not to watch the two of them. He beckons to me with one hand, and I shake my head. This moment is for Silas and Huck. I’ll wait my turn. Besides, in the meantime, this is a damn good show.