Chapter 37

Sawyer

It was everything I knew it would be. More. It wasn't a mistake. It's not just a lust-filled endeavor to spice up my and Asher's sex life. If it were so, if it was nothing more than one lustful night fulfilled, then this morning would have felt a lot more satisfying. All last night did was increase my desire for Reece, leaving me more restless for him.

I take a bite of my pecan pie. The time on the microwave clock says six-twenty. Reece is obviously a late sleeper or not a morning person. He's still asleep in our bed, curled up like he's always belonged there. Our bed isn't big enough for a long-term sleeping arrangement. We'll have to look into that soon.

Asher was already in the guest shower when I came downstairs a few minutes ago. When I hear the spray of the shower stop, I get up to make him a cup of coffee. It's ready on a coaster on the side table when he enters the living room, and I'm at the window, watching the sun make its way across the clear sky. I turn just as he reaches me, ending up in his embrace.

He watches my face closely. It was easy last night when the sexual tension was unbearable, and the lights were dimmed. Now, in the harsh daylight, he searches my face for signs of discontent, regret maybe, as the reality of this new dynamic begins to settle.

He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again. I smile up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He's so nervous. "You had sex with Reece last night," I murmur against his chin. My stomach clenches as the words leave my mouth. The images passing through my brain gives me an immediate hard-on. I press my erection into him. He's hard too.

"Yeah," he breathes, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

"Was it good for you, baby?" I grind into him, half moaning, half grunting. "Did you enjoy fucking Reece?"

"Fuck, baby. Yeah."

"Tell me the whole truth, my love." He doesn't have to worry. I'll ease his conscience.

Asher sighs. Still hard between us, but now, the piercing daylight intrudes with its necessary questions and misplaced, but obligatory, guilt. "I'm a little nervous about this morning-after situation," he admits. He searches my face, his gaze unsure and worried.

I pull his face to mine. "I don't know how to tell you how right this feels to me, Ash," I say earnestly. " He feels right."

"Are you sure, sweetheart?"

"Watching you with him last night. . . baby, it was fucking everything. I don't want to stop. I want – Ash, I need – I need you to fuck him again. And again and again," I whisper urgently, pressing my forehead to his. I need him to know this. I need my husband to know how great this desire inside of me is. I can't explain why. I just know that it is .

Asher kisses me. "I want to watch you fuck him too."

I nibble the corner of his mouth in return. "I can't wait to sink my dick into his ass, baby."

The morning air lifts, relief settling. "He's still asleep?" Asher asks.

I chuckle. "You never mentioned he's a late sleeper."

"Some things never change."

"It's cute how nothing wakes him. So not like us."

Asher laughs. "Are you okay with his sleeping habits?"

"Honey, last night he was yours because you needed it. He needed it too. But he's ours now. And we're his. I can handle his quirks the same way I can handle yours."

"Okay."

I search his face. "What's the real question, Ash?" I keep him in my arms.

"I feel like I should explain things I know about him so you're not inconvenienced."

I kiss my husband's worried forehead. "Please, Ash. Let me be inconvenienced. I want to get to know him. You don't need to preside over our situation. I'm a big boy. I want him as much as you do. We'll be okay."

We kiss. "Okay. I'm sorry for complicating it unnecessarily."

I pull him into my arms, holding him close. "It's going to be epic, baby. Watch us make this the best thing we've ever done."

The bottom stair creaks. Reece looks at us from across the room, his face freshly washed and exploding with uncertainty.

I move past Ash, stopping at the side table to hand him his cup of coffee. Then, I stride over to Reece and plant a soft kiss to his mouth. "Good morning, beautiful," I say.

"I thought you'd hate me this morning."

Asher moves closer to us, sipping his coffee.

"Because my husband fucked you so well last night?" I ask playfully.

"Yeah," he says eventually. But his pink lips tilt upward, matching well with his reddening face. He moves his eyes to Asher. Then back to me.

"You can," I say.

He takes the last step, reaching up to brush his lips against Asher's.

"Good morning, Ash," he says hesitantly.

Ash returns the kiss. "Good morning, beautiful."

He wrings his hands together. "Is this okay?" He gestures vaguely at us.

"I have no complaints," I say.

"Last night was amazing," Ash says. "Was it good for you?"

He nods shyly.

"We should do it again," I murmur.

Reece widens his eyes, but he answers, "Yes."

I kiss him again. "Great. Now come have some coffee."

We eat breakfast together for the first time and, other than the day I married Asher, nothing else has ever felt this right. This new reality emerging between us doesn't scare me. I want this with them, and I understand and am prepared for the complicatedness of it. I don't understand the details and the intricacies of it yet, but we can't understand everything all at once. All I know right this second is that this – eating breakfast with them – is right. Last night was right.

"My mom wants to see you," Asher says.

Reece looks horrified. But we know it's not that he doesn't want to see her. Shame is a powerful thing, I guess.

"She's the most understanding person in the world," I say. "You know that better than me."

He nods mutely. "Okay," he says, and I like how brave he's being.