Chapter 24

Asher

I'm not sure I have the courage to say anything to Reece. He's been polite and decent all evening. But the more I look at him the more I . . . want him.

But to actually go through with it? Fuck. This shit ain't easy.

Sawyer is upstairs and Reece is with me in the kitchen. I hand him a towel to dry his hands.

When he's done drying his hands, I pick up a tube of hand cream and apply some to my hands. Then, with my heart hammering in my chest, I step closer to him.

His breath hitches. Jesus fuck.

I take his hands in mine, applying cream to them. He pulls away immediately, and I step closer. There's no other way to do this. I just don't have the balls to just stand here and ask him if he'd like to have sex with me and my husband. Taking his hand back in mine, I rub the cream into his skin. My focus is his lips. He notices.

"Ash, what are you doing?" he whispers.

"I'm moisturizing your hands," I say.

"You're too close." His voice sounds pained. That might be a good sign. "What are you doing?" he repeats.

"I'm ambushing you," I say after a long moment.

He lets out a short laugh. "Are you going to kill me?"

"It's a bit more complicated than that."

I bring my face closer to his. My heart thuds in my chest. "Reece." My voice is soft and untrustworthy. I don't know if I can go through with this. Not because I don't want to, but because I'm so afraid he'll reject me. Reject us. "I wish there was a better way to say what I want to say to you."

"What's wrong, Asher?" he says. His eyes search my face. "Is something wrong? Sawyer has been asking me questions about how I feel about you, and I promise – I swear – I'm not trying to cause trouble."

"I know."

"Have I done something wrong?"

I let out a soft laugh. "You are incapable of doing wrong, love."

His eyes widen. "Ash, stop this. You're married. I won't let you do this. Sawyer is a good man."

"Yes. He is."

"Don't do this to him," he pleads.

"He wants this," I reply. There's a kind of relief in my voice. That the conversation has allowed for me to say what needs to be said, but even prepared, I'm overwhelmed by the shock exploding on his face.

"W-wants this?" he stammers.

"Yes." I move my fingers over his hands, rubbing gently.

"Wants what, Ash? What are you talking about?"

Now that I've gotten the most important part out of the way, I close the space between us. With his hands still trapped inside mine, I brush my cheekbone over his. His gasp is the next tangible indication that he may say yes. And Sawyer said he can feel the attraction between them. This is a calculated risk.

"You," I whisper against his temple.

His body bucks against mine. I place my hand on his hip. "He can't stop thinking about you."

He turns his face into my neck. "I don't understand. You're not making any sense. Please step back. Sawyer is just upstairs. This isn't you." His words tickle my neck. A faint whisper of sound.

I continue to gently rub the side of my face over his. "My husband is offering me something I never thought I'd ever want or have, Reece."

"I don't understand, Ash."

"He wants you. I want you. We . . . want you."

He jerks away from me, creating enough space for him to stare into my face. "You can't be serious," he breathes. My eyes are on his lips. How long has it been since I've tasted this man? When my eyes move up, he's the one staring at my lips as if he's thinking the same thing.

"I'm sorry to have ambushed you like this. I tried to do it more maturely. To have a candid conversation, open communication, but I just didn't know how to do that."

He places both palms on my chest, maintaining the small distance between our bodies. My eyes flutter closed for an instant, absorbing his touch.

"You have to be more specific, Ash. I don't trust myself enough to make the conclusions I want to make."

I almost groan as I anticipate Reece's acceptance of what Sawyer and I are offering. I take his face between my palms, fighting to keep from pressing my lips to his. "Sawyer can't stop thinking about you," I say again. "Neither can I. We talk about you when we're . . . together." My fingers anchor into his hair at the back of his head. "I wish—" My voice breaks. I don't know how to continue. "I wish we could all be together," I say finally.

He gasps, opening his mouth and closing it, but nothing comes out. His eyes move, looking past me. I don't have to turn around to know that Sawyer has entered the kitchen. Reece scrambles to move out of my embrace but my grip on his hip increases, keeping him in place.

Watching his face explode with horror and confusion, I reach my other hand back for Sawyer. Reece's eyes drop to my outstretched hand. Sawyer's fingers entwine with mine as he steps close to me, pressing his chest to my back. His forehead drops onto my shoulder. Reece can't keep his eyes off him, and I'm hard, watching him watch my husband.

I bring my and Sawyer's clasped hands around until his arm is wrapped around my waist while he presses small kisses to my scapular.

"Let me kiss you, Reece, love," I breathe. His face is scarlet, the deep blush accentuating his dark eyes, still widened in shock. I feel his body vibrate, and his breaths come in short gasps. Saliva gathers at the back of my mouth, preparing for the taste of him. He doesn't answer.

Sawyer's other hand comes around me, and, grasping Reece's hand, he brings his palm to rest against my chest. "Please," he tells Reece. I groan at the sex in Sawyer's voice and the press of his hard cock against my ass.

Slowly, Reece nods. With Reece's palm pressed to my chest, I bring my face close to his. His open-mouthed breaths hit me, like soft butterfly kisses, and when I bring my lips to his, he makes a mewling sound. I groan at the first touch of my lips to his.

Sawyer's teeth sink into the skin on my scapular.

A simple introductory kiss is just not enough. Shifting my weight until I've got Reece pressed into the fridge, my body pressing into his, I don't just kiss him. I just fucking eat him. We kiss, loud and pornographic, two people starved for this exact and particular kind of touch. At first, he's hesitant, but when I shove my tongue into his mouth, it's all over.

I suck that mouth and bite those fucking lips until he's biting back and my hands are in his hair at his nape, tugging until his face is upturned, and it feels like I'm invading and conquering his mouth like a warring king. Like this kiss is not just a claiming, but a reclaiming.

Closing his fingers over the material of my shirt, he widens his stance until I'm pressing my body between his legs, and he kisses me like he used to. And I kiss him like I used to. I take his face between my palms again, tilting his face and angling it so I can kiss him better.

Sawyer's body presses into mine, rubbing his concealed cock over my ass, and I have never loved my husband more than I do in this moment. His hand at my chest closes over Reece's and his free hand moves underneath my shirt, up my abs and his palms brush my nipple. I groan at the sensation while I suck on Reece's tongue.

"Reece," I groan into his mouth. "Fuck, Reece."

Reece continues to make low mewling sounds. Our kiss is wet and loud and so fucking hot, but he needs to breathe. I'm crowding him. We're crowding him.

I slow the kiss down until our swollen lips are brushing against each other. He opens his eyes, gazing into mine. "Are you okay?" I ask.

He nods, his eyes flicking to Sawyer. When I look at Sawyer, his eyes are on Reece. I lean over and take my husband's mouth with mine. We kiss tenderly. A kiss so different from the one I shared with Reece.

Pulling away from Sawyer, I bring Reece's face close to us. "Do you want to kiss Sawyer?" I ask against his lips. Then, while he thinks about it, I suck at his neck, where his pulse is betraying his hesitation.

When I lift my head, Reece is looking at me with wonder in his eyes. "Yes," he whispers.

I shift to look at Sawyer.

Sawyer moves. Reece moves. And their desperation for each other – for one simple kiss – hardens my cock impossibly. Sawyer was right.

I step back, allowing for their bodies to press together, their lips crashing in a kiss that is instantly seared into my mind. Like worlds colliding. Stars exploding. They kiss, so hungry and desperate.

Even if I lived a thousand years, I would never forget how beautiful their first kiss was.

Reece, seeming to come out of his shock over what is truly happening between us, wraps his arms around Sawyer's neck and kisses him like an old lover he hasn't seen in a century. Sawyer wraps his arms around Reece's waist, his hands moving up and down his back, and they devour each other.

I steer Reece away from the fridge so I can stand behind him. Bringing my lips to his ear while he kisses my husband like they belong to each other, I whisper words of encouragement to Reece.