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Asher pounds into me, flexing his hips relentlessly. I jerk my dick off, gasping and panting and humming until I come all over his t-shirt and he’s shooting his spunk deep inside my ass.

I collapse onto his chest, breathing hard, my body slick with sweat.

“We can’t make such important decisions while we’re fucking, Sawyer,” Ash says with a chuckle. He eases out of me and I flex my hole, releasing his cum slowly. He trails his fingers over my sensitive pucker, catching it. Then, he brings his fingers to my mouth, coating my lips, before slipping them inside.

“Suck, baby.”

I suck hard, keeping his cum in my mouth, then I kiss him. We kiss and share his load until there’s nothing left.

“You’re right,” I whisper into his mouth when my rational mind is returned to me, my retreating orgasm allowing me to think more clearly.

He pulls away slowly. “Do you really want this, Sawyer?” he asks.

I lift my head. Asher has set all playfulness aside. His eyes search mine, telling me that he’s ready to make a decision if I am.

“What you’re asking for is a big deal,” he says. “You have to be sure. We have two years of marriage and six years of being together to consider here. And we have to consider the fact that I loved him very much at one point in my life. We were young, too young, maybe, for that kind of love, but it was as real as what you and I have right now. He’s not someone new and neutral. If his father would’ve allowed it, we’d very likely have still been together. How would you deal with that kind of history if Reece agrees to be with us like that?”

I have to take a minute to answer him. “I think he’s attracted to me. I think he’s still in love with you. I also know that a part of you will always love him and I could never hold that against you. I know that you love me. And—” I take a deep breath. “And I’m attracted to him, Ash. I know there are so many risks but fuck, imagine if it works?”

Asher’s eyes never leave mine. Never in a million years would I have ever thought that the day would come when I tell my husband, the love of my life, that I’m attracted to another man. More so, that he would look at me like I’ve slid him the sexiest pickup line he’s ever heard.

“Why am I not offended by that?” he whispers. “Why is it so hot to hear you say that?” There is wonder in his voice.

“Because we both want this,” I gasp, kissing him hard.

“Say it again,” Asher demands softly.

I groan. “Fuck, baby. I fucking want Reece.”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Asher whispers.

“Say yes. Say we can try, Ash. Give us permission to do this.”

“Yes,” Asher whispers into our kiss.

I’m semi hard. “Oh, Ash. Baby.”

“I’m going to fuck you again, sweetheart.”

“Yes, please, Ash,” I whisper.”

Chapter 22

Reece

I don’t think I can deny my attraction to Sawyer anymore. It’s Monday morning and I’m getting ready for work. Suddenly, I care about the way I look. How my clothes fit. If my hair is set the right way.

At work, Sawyer and I chop wood alongside each other, but I can’t look at him half the time. It helps, I suppose, that he seems distracted too.

At lunch, it’s just the two of us because the rest of the guys went to check out a new food truck that started up just down the dirt road. Sawyer’s lunch is made up of mashed potatoes and pork chops. I have French fries and a burger I picked up from Al’s Diner last night, and a box of mini apple pies I got from Dotty’s this morning.

Sawyer’s head is buried in his phone, and he eats absently. I scoop French fries into his container and when he finds them there his head jerks in my direction.

Finally, he’s looking at me. He picks up a fry and puts it in his mouth. “Thank you,” he says, but nothing more than that, so I shove the box of apple pies into his lap.

Now, he has to look at me again. Damn his fucking phone. Talk to me. I want to yell it in his face, but when he does, I wish he hadn’t.

“If you had a second chance with Asher, would you take it?”

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