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  He still thought his reaction to her was crazy.

  “Eli...”

  “Hmm?”

  “I want to fuck her.”

  Maybe it wasn’t so crazy since he wasn’t the only one in that frame of mind. Still, hearing that coming out of his husband’s mouth was a bit jarring. Welcome, but unexpected.

  Seriously, who got excited when their spouse announces they want to fuck someone else?

  Grant continued, “Because we’re actually considering this, I can’t get her out of my head.”

  “Me neither,” Eli murmured, running a hand across Grant’s broad chest. He brushed a thumb over one of his nipples, then the other, making Grant’s hand tighten on his thigh.

  Eli shifted on the couch because just like that, he sported a hard-on once more.

  Grant shook with laughter. “You’re poking me in the head.”

  Eli tipped his eyes down to his husband. “Sorry.”

  “Who are you fantasizing about poking? Me or Liv?”

  “Les deux.” Because, yes, he wanted both of them.

  “I still worry, baby. Our relationship is strong, yes. But...” Grant paused and frowned. “I still worry.”

  “Tu seras toujours mon cher mari. Je t'aimerai toute ma vie.”

  “You’ll always be my husband and I’ll love you forever, too,” Grant returned. He pushed himself from Eli’s lap to a seat and leaned into him. “And you know your French makes me as horny as all hell.”

  Eli’s lips curled. “I know.”

  “You never play fair.”

  “You love it,” Eli teased.

  “I do,” Grant agreed, tracing the outer edge of Eli’s ear with his fingertip. “So before I get busy seducing you, can we finish this discussion on the laptop?”

  “We’ll get Trey to buy her a new one no matter what. I’m sure hers is dated and slow and, not to mention, it’s evidence. I still need to grab her old one, mon amour, and I know you don’t like that. But it has to be done. Trey can get her something new and pay for extra classes whenever her next semester starts. She may not like being given these things. But, honestly,” Eli shook his head, “she’s going to have to get over it. She has a rich brother who does love her, no matter what happened in their past.”

  “Telling her to ‘get over it’ is easier said than done, big man.”

  “I know, but if she’s been struggling with that shit job to pay for one course a semester, then she realizes education is important. Though I doubt she even graduated high school, she probably had enough gumption to get her GED. I think she’s much stronger than she appears.”

  “She’s determined, that’s for sure. Who the hell can make it on their own at sixteen?”

  “Mon amour, we still don’t know the details of what she had to do to ‘make it.’”

  “True.”

  “That’s what makes me wonder about this relationship with that prostitute. Why was she helping her off the street? Was she in the same boat in the past and someone helped her escape that rat race? Runaways tend to sell their bodies to survive out on the street. It’s unfortunate, but true.”

  Grant grimaced. “Jesus. Do you think she did that? Trey will flip.”

  “I don’t want to think about her being forced to do that.”

  “Me neither, but...”

  “But... let’s drop that for now, please, mon amour. At least until we know for sure.”

  “Yes. It’s an unpleasant thought.”

  “Tomorrow I’ll get Trey to pick her up a new laptop and I’ll go retrieve her old one.”

  Grant gripped Eli’s face in his hands and turned him to face him. “Please be careful.”

  “Always, mon cher mari. Now, are you going to kiss me or are we going back to watching football?”

  Instead of answering, Grant pressed his mouth against his and Eli parted his lips, letting him in to explore. He closed his eyes and melted into the kiss, his body heating up, his cock twitching in his shorts. One hand automatically wrapped around the back of Grant’s head, pulling them tighter together. The other dropped to his lap and once he adjusted himself to a more comfortable position, he traced his own cock through the silky fabric of his shorts. His balls were tight, and he wanted to take Grant right there on the couch.

  “If we fuck on the couch, do you think she’ll come down and catch us?” Grant asked against his lips.

  “We could only hope. Maybe she’d join us on her own. But, honestly, I don’t think we’ll see her for the rest of the night.”

  “She’s used to being by herself.”

  “I think so.”

  “Baby, that hurts my heart,” Grant said softly.

  “I know, mon amour. Mine, too.”

  “Well, she has all of us now.”

  Eli grabbed Grant’s chin, turning his face to hold his gaze. “Grant, tell me the truth. Are you okay with this, if something happens between us?”

  Grant took a deep breath before answering. “Surprisingly, I am. If, and that’s a big if, it’s the three of us. Not just you and her. She’s only going to be here a short time, if it’s her choice to join us during that time, I have no problem with it. I think it will be fun to explore our wild side. We’re getting to be a boring married couple.”

  “We are so not boring.” Eli laughed.

  “Yes, we are. It’s Thursday night. We’re lying on the couch watching football and we’ll go to bed, then go to work tomorrow. We do the same thing every Thursday night. Not that I have to remind you, but we have a pattern for almost every night of the week.”

  “I love spending time with you doing things like this.”

  “I do, too. I just don’t want our relationship to become complacent. Maybe this will give it an extra spark and then once she’s safe and leaves, we can go back to our boring selves.”

  Right. Once she leaves. She just got here, Eli thought. “So we’ve tackled the laptop issue and our boring relationship issue, can we now get to the most important issue of all?”

  “Your hard cock, big man?”

  “My hard cock,” Eli agreed. He bucked his hips off the couch and pulled his loose shorts off, laying them over the arm of the couch.

  “Who gets the top?”

  Eli smirked. “We should fight it out.”

  “How?”

  Eli arched an eyebrow at him as Grant was pulling off his jeans and yanking his T-shirt over his head. “Sword fight?”

  Grant froze, his head still stuck in his tee. “What?” came his muffled question.

  Eli grabbed the tee and helped him pull it over his head and he tossed it aside. “Just kidding. Leave your glasses on.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s fucking hot.” Eli ran his hand over Grant’s jaw, the bristles of his tightly trimmed beard tickling his fingers.

  “They steam up.”

  “If they do, take them off then.” Putting a stern look on his face, Eli said with an extra deep voice, “Not a moment sooner.”

  Grant’s brows rose. “Oh, someone is taking charge tonight.”

  “Yes.”

  “That means?”

  “Yes, it does.”

  Grant sighed. “Fine. You can tag me tonight. But tomorrow you’re mine.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Oh no, we won’t. I’m telling you... Fuck. We need lube.”

  “The bag’s in the kitchen. I bought another tube when I got the condoms.”

  Relief crossed Grant’s face. “I’ll grab it.” Then his naked ass was up and gone. Eli chuckled as he was back in seconds, the bag in his hand. He opened it and peered inside. “You did get the large box.”

  “I always do what my lover bids.”

  Grant snorted and glanced up at him. “Uh-huh.” He pulled out the lube. “Oh, and the big tube, too.”

  “Can never have enough lube.”

  “Not in this household.”

  Eli laughed and patted his thigh with one hand while stroking his cock with the other. “Come sit.”


  Grant dropped the bag on the other end of the couch and moved closer, popping the cap on the lube. “Be generous, please.”

  Eli took the tube from him. “Always.” Squirting a healthy amount on his palm he spread it over his length slowly, squeezing the crown with every upstroke.

  Grants eyes never left him. “I’m ready,” he murmured, his own cock hard and ready, sticking straight out from his lean body.

  Eli studied his husband. Grant took good care of himself. They both did. He fed them well to keep them healthy and even after ten years, Grant never failed to get him hard.

  And now, he couldn’t wait for his life partner to sit on his lap. “Moi aussi.”

  Grant moved over to him, planted both hands on Eli’s shoulders and then straddled his lap. “Tell me how much you love me in French.”

  Eli opened his mouth to tell him.

  “Wait!” Grant shifted. “Hold it steady. Okay, now tell me.”

  “Je t'aime à l'infini,” Eli groaned as Grant lowered himself onto his cock. Another little shift and Grant pushed himself past the tight ring and they both sighed as he slid the rest of the way down.

  Grant wrapped his hand around the back of Eli’s neck and ran his other hand down his chest, tweaking one of his nipples. “God, you feel so good inside me,” he breathed.

  Eli’s breath caught. “I’m not going to argue that fact with you, counselor.”

  The corner of Grant’s lips curled up. “Yes, I don’t like to lose arguments.”

  “You’re the best at them. And riding my cock, too.” Eli’s fingers dug into Grant’s narrow, but muscular hips. “Jesus, Grant,” he groaned.

  Grant leaned over and swiped at both of Eli’s nipples with his tongue then sucked one hard. He moved to the other one and scraped his teeth over the small hard tip. Eli arched his back wanting more. He’d debated getting nipple rings because he loved his nipples being played with, but he never got around to it. Though, every time Grant teased his nipples, he considered it again.

  Then his husband nipped him hard on one of his pecs, hard enough to leave an indentation.

  Eli leaned his head back against the couch, but kept his eyes on Grant as the man moved slowly up and down his length, his canal squeezing him tight.

  “We are so not boring, mon amour,” he teased, then sucked in a sharp breath when Grant pressed his mouth to his ear.

  “I love your cock in me, big man. So hard, so hot, so thick. So deep. Every time you fuck me, I become yours all over again, Elliott.”

  Those words whispered in his ear made him shudder and his balls tighten. He could come in seconds, but he wanted it to last a lot longer than that.

  Eli reached for the tube of lube and cracked it open, squirting more on his palm. With one hand, he fisted Grant’s erection, while his other traced along the man’s jaw, down his neck, over his shoulder, exploring and appreciating everything that was Grant. Everything that was the man he’d made a life with. Who he took to bed every night. Who he worked side by side with every day.

  Who he cuddled on the couch with to watch football. Or sappy movies. Or sometimes even hot porn.

  He could not get enough of the man who slid up and down his length, squeezing him tight, nipping along his shoulders, scraping his teeth down his neck.

  The faster Grant rode him, the faster Eli fisted his cock. And when Grant took his mouth, he groaned and came deep in his ass. Seconds later, cum shot up between them as Grant’s cock pulsed within his hand.

  Grant released his mouth and pressed his forehead to his. After a few calming breaths, he murmured, “I don’t want to move.”

  “Then don’t.”

  “We’re going to have to move eventually.”

  “We have a few moments.”

  “If that,” Grant said.

  Which was true. The older they got, the quicker they lost their erections after coming. They couldn’t keep that connection afterward as long as they used to.

  But they shouldn’t complain, at least they could still function and please each other in all ways.

  A sound caught their attention and they looked toward the entranceway to the kitchen.

  Eli had been wrong. Olivia did leave her room and he had no idea how long she’d been standing there watching them.

  Chapter 7

  Liv’s heart pounded in her chest so hard she could feel it all the way up into her neck and down into her stomach. Her thighs trembled. Her hands shook. Her throat was dry.

  She’d been frozen in that spot for way too long. She’d never seen two men having sex before and she could honestly say what Grant and Eli did was absolutely beautiful. The two of them had moved together like it had been choreographed. They were so connected to each other that neither knew she was there.

  Nothing had existed for them but... them.

  The voice in her head kept telling her to leave, go back up to her room, leave them to their privacy, their intimacy, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t help but watch them.

  Heat had bloomed through her whole body, her breasts ached and felt as if they had actually swelled with the need for attention, her panties were soaked.

  After watching them finish, she really needed to go back upstairs to her room and make herself come again. She’d never wanted sex so much in her whole life until these last two days.

  She should be worried about her safety and working on getting her life back on track as soon as possible and not longing for the attention of two men. Who were gay, for crissake.

  Two married men who were clearly in love with each other and, obviously, had a healthy sexual appetite for one another.

  But, God, she yearned for something like what they had. For someone to love and care for her deeply. Someone to be intimate with and share secrets, jokes, and even just the boring everyday goings-on in life.

  She never realized how badly she wanted all of that until now. Until watching them. The way they interacted while in the kitchen at dinner time, the way they were last night when they busted into her room worried about her, the way they were right now... It wasn’t just sex. Hell no, it wasn’t. It was so much more than that.

  And here she was, gawking at them like they were a circus side show.

  She needed to give them their privacy and then get out of their house, even if it wasn’t safe for her anywhere else. She couldn’t intrude on their lives any more than she had already.

  “Olivia.”

  Eli’s low, deep voice washed over her, and she shuddered.

  Funny how neither of them had moved. They didn’t jump apart embarrassed with being caught in the act. Neither rushed to cover their nudity. And they hadn’t even separated; they still remained connected intimately. But they watched her as if her watching them was completely normal.

  So strange.

  “Liv,” Grant called to her, his voice huskier than normal.

  She had seen everything they had just done, and she should be embarrassed. They should be embarrassed. But they weren’t. She wasn’t, either. She was... fascinated. Intrigued.

  And the reason floored her.

  She wanted to join them. She wanted to be a part of what they had with each other. Even if it was for just one night. She wanted to be included in that cocoon of love and passion, of sexual exploration and satisfaction. Even if it was just for one hour.

  She’d take anything they gave her. She just wanted to feel a part of them. Of something worthwhile.

  But they would never go for that. They would never understand her need to belong. To be actually wanted and included.

  Her chest tightened, her muscles froze. And she was paralyzed in place.

  “Olivia,” Eli said again. “How much did you see?”

  “Everything.” Her voice didn’t sound normal. It was different, sounding more hollow than usual.

  “Olivia, come here.”

  She shook her head woodenly. She felt like a puppet on a string waiting for someone to make her body move.

  “Liv,
please,” Grant said softly. “Talk to us.” After a moment, he turned his head to Eli. “Baby, I’m going to get off you. We need to clean up. I think Liv’s in shock.”

  “No,” she heard herself say. “I’m not in shock.”

  “Then what?” Grant asked her.

  “More like awe.”

  “Awe?” Eli echoed.

  “Have you ever seen men having sex before?”

  “No.”

  “Does it disgust you?” Grant asked carefully.

  Liv shook her head. More to get it out of a fog. “No. Not at all. It was beautiful. You two are... beautiful.”

  Eli and Grant glanced at each other quickly, something went unsaid between them, then they turned their attention back to her.

  “You could make it more beautiful,” Grant suggested.

  “What do you mean?”

  Eli finally spoke up, “You could be with us. You could join us.”

  She shook her head again. “Why would you want that?”

  “Why wouldn’t we?” Eli asked her.

  “Because you love each other.”

  “You being with us, sharing us, wouldn’t stop us from loving each other.”

  “You’re also gay. I thought...”

  “We’re...” Eli sighed. “We’ve both been with women before. You could call us bisexual if you need to label us. But I’ve never only been attracted to men. And it’s the same with Grant. We love each other because of who we are, what’s inside, not because of our gender.”

  Suddenly the fog lifted from her brain. What Eli said made perfect sense. You love someone for who they were, not what they were.

  “So you like women, too?”

  Eli gave her a soft smile. “We like you, Olivia. Both of us do.”

  “You want me to have sex with you?”

  “Do you?”

  Liv took a tentative step into the room, drumming up the courage to confess her desire. “The truth is, I’d love to experience what you two have. Even just once.”

  “We can make that happen,” Grant said, shifting off Eli’s lap with a groan. “But right now, I need to go clean up.” He tapped Eli’s shoulder. “You do, too.”

  Eli turned his attention back to Liv. “Why don’t you go and wait for us upstairs?”