Chapter 8

Chapter

Eight

HUCK

Silas pushes his erection against my leg, angling his hips to slot against my own. I’m several inches taller than he is, and both of us are taller than Ava. It’ll make for some great angles when we get to that point. For now, I tilt my groin back, denying him the friction he mindlessly searches for.

“Huck!” he grunts, the plea impossible to ignore and difficult as fuck not to respond to. I want to give him everything he wants, but he’s sprinting to a finish line when there’s a marathon ahead.

“Sir. Remember?” I’m all too happy to provide a jog to his memory in the form of my hand on his ass if he forgets. Something to discuss later, for sure. The boy needs a keeper, and I need to be the one calling the shots.

“Fine, sir, whatever you want. Just, please.” This day’s been a whirlwind, even disregarding last night’s fuckery. Fooling around with him before we got out of bed, teasing him while we ate and talked, and now, making him wait is making him shake with need.

I think edging the hedonistic man will become a new favorite pastime for me. I know it’s one Ava will enjoy. Even now, a quick glance over my shoulder shows my wife with her right hand tucked into her panties, her fingers likely buried in her soaked pussy.

“What do you think, Angel? He’s so young. Do you think he can come right now and still have enough to fuck you the way you deserve?” I ask her.

A pretty pink blush suffuses her face as we catch her with her hand moving rhythmically behind the pale blue cotton of her panties. Brazen to the end, not even the blush of embarrassment stops her movements, and Si’s groan of appreciation gusts against my neck.

“Don’t you want his first orgasm to be inside me, Huck? It’s what you fantasized about when we talked about making love to Silas last week. While you were pumping into me so deep I could see the outline of you in my tummy. Remember?” she purrs.

Silas grunts and bucks his hips into my leg, so hard I stumble back a step before regaining my balance. His eyes bounce between us so fast his long brown hair whips my cheeks.

“Y-you talked about this? Before?” he stutters out.

“Of course, we did, boy. Didn’t I tell you, Ava and I have been waiting for you to be ready for us a long time?”

I watch the realization of how wanted he really is sink into him. His whole body curls into me, and I wrap even more tightly around him.

This man needs to be loved more than anyone I’ve ever known. Even more, I need to love him more than I can hardly bear it, sometimes. I know Silas has hooked up with men. The media sure loves to make sure celebrity lives are lived under a microscope. I know more about my son’s sex life than any father wants to know, and way more about Silas’ than any man should know about a potential lover.

Still, there’s plenty I don’t know. Like, when he was with other men, did he bottom for them or was he exclusively a top? I’ve bottomed a time or two, but it’s definitely not my preference. To be honest, neither is thinking of Silas with other partners. Just remembering how Ava hid her sadness, when we stood on the sidelines and watched him burn through groupies, brings a knot of anxiety to my chest.

The last thing I want is to be another brushed aside blip on Silas’ Green Groupie Tour radar. I want that even less for Ava, who’s feelings for Si have steadily developed since he finished rehab. Before, it was easy enough to ignore the attraction we both felt to the much younger man. That all changed when we saw his inner core of strength he pulled himself through treatment.

“If you’re sure, really sure, then I’m in.”

“In for this morning or in for the long haul?” I should give him space, not pressure him, but fuck if I can hold back. Not with the way Ava’s watching the two of us with cartoon hearts in her eyes.

“Huck…” My wife is always the voice of reason, and I hear the censure in her tone.

“No, Ava, it’s okay. I needed to know this is more than just a one off. Because I can’t…” His voice cracks, and he shakes his head, turning his face into my neck.

“You don’t have to. Si, this can be the start of forever if you want it to be. Because that’s what I want. That’s what she wants.” I walk us backward toward the bed. Toward my wife.

I know she enjoyed the show Si and I gave her, but he needs to feel her devotion. He needs to feel this is more than a lightning-hot fuck flashing through the three of us, and drown in the forever being offered up.

When the edge of the hotel mattress stops my forward motion, Ava knee walks to Silas’ back and curls her body against his. Since he’s nearly as tall as I am, her head doesn’t reach his shoulders, even from the height of the bed she kneels on. Her arms wrap around him, palms flat on his defined pecs.

The sight of her sparkly pink nails sliding over his thickly muscled chest merges with the spicy scent of his body wash and the sound of their combined breathing as we all cuddle. In this moment, it feels like the digits of a combination lock clicking into place.

This is perfection. This is destiny.