Page 106 of The Rest is History

“Sawyer is my husband, Reece. He’s as important to me as you were then. He’s as important to me as you are now. I told you the first time I touched you. I can never give him up. I love him with everything in me. I’ll love him until the day I die. But I also know that I want you and will continue to want you for the rest of my life. When it’s just the two of us, or you and Sawyer, or me and Sawyer, or all of us together, each of us is wanted equally here.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Sawyer can go away for the night and leave us alone because he understands this. His confidence in my love for him might shock you. I won’t hurt him or be careless with his love for me . . . or for you.”

My eyes fly up to Asher’s.

He gives me a soft smile. “My husband is so in love with you, Reece.”

“I – I feel the same way about him,” I say on a shaky breath.

“I hope you’ll tell him soon.”

I nod sharply. “I will.”

He brings his lips to mine. “Sawyer is going to be so disappointed, but I don’t want to desecrate your ass tonight.”

I groan. “I will be too.”

He chuckles. “In some ways, you haven’t changed a bit.” Then, after a gentle kiss to my forehead, he says, “Let me make love to you, Reece. Let me take my time with you. Let go for me tonight, beautiful. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes.” My body trembles. Yes. I can do that for him. I’ll do anything for him.

He leads me to the bed, dropping onto it, and pulls me between his legs. He runs his palms up the back of my thighs, further up to palm my ass. Burying his face in my lower stomach, he lifts my t-shirt and kisses me tenderly there. My muscles tense up, my belly rolling with pleasure. I weave my fingers through his hair. I love him so much. Tears gather at the corners of my eyes. I love him so much more now than I ever did then. I would give up everything for him. For them.

“Asher,” I whisper into the dim room.

“I’m right here, beautiful.” His words tickle my stomach.

I drop to my knees between his legs. In this new position, we’re eye to eye. “Thank you for everything you’ve given me,” I tell him earnestly. Does he believe me? Will he know how far my gratitude reaches?

“And thank you for Sawyer too,” I say.

He smiles, rubbing my cheekbone. “You were meant to be here with us.”

“Make love to me, Asher.”

He takes my face between his palms, kissing me. I kiss him back, holding his face reverently between my palms. The lustful neediness from times past hangs back for a moment while I explore Asher’s mouth as if this is the first time I’m kissing him.

He pulls me even closer, leaving my mouth to brush kisses on my cheek, up to my temple, my forehead. Down to the tip of my nose and back to my lips.

Then, he pulls me up to straddle his lap. I go willingly. So eager for him. Like this, I’m a head above him. He lifts his face to maintain the kiss and I love being over him like this. Like . . . the old days. My body begins to shut off, my thoughts racing to an absent Sawyer.

“Shh. You’re fine,” Asher murmurs. “Sawyer’s fine. We’re fine.”

“Okay. Okay,” I whisper.

His hand settles on my thigh, rubbing gently. My breath comes out in sharp bursts. His palm settles at the juncture between my thighs. I squirm, begging with my body for a closer touch.

“Tell me what you want, Reece,” Asher whispers.

“Take out my cock,” I whisper desperately.

He does, and I groan at the first touch of his fingers to my dick. “More, Asher.”

He fists me slowly. Barely any grip. His kisses are too tentative. His hands, moving too slowly. Not enough pressure on my mouth or my dick.

I deepen the kiss, biting down on his bottom lip, then his top lip, demanding that he make love to me with more force than this.

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