Page 55 of The Rest is History

“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.

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