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Slowly, Reece nods. With Reece’s palm pressed to my chest, I bring my face close to his. His open-mouthed breaths hit me, like soft butterfly kisses, and when I bring my lips to his, he makes a mewling sound. I groan at the first touch of my lips to his.

Sawyer’s teeth sink into the skin on my scapular.

A simple introductory kiss is just not enough. Shifting my weight until I’ve got Reece pressed into the fridge, my body pressing into his, I don't just kiss him. I just fucking eat him. We kiss, loud and pornographic, two people starved for this exact and particular kind of touch. At first, he’s hesitant, but when I shove my tongue into his mouth, it’s all over.

I suck that mouth and bite those fucking lips until he’s biting back and my hands are in his hair at his nape, tugging until his face is upturned, and it feels like I’m invading and conquering his mouth like a warring king. Like this kiss is not just a claiming, but a reclaiming.

Closing his fingers over the material of my shirt, he widens his stance until I’m pressing my body between his legs, and he kisses me like he used to. And I kiss him like I used to. I take his face between my palms again, tilting his face and angling it so I can kiss him better.

Sawyer’s body presses into mine, rubbing his concealed cock over my ass, and I have never loved my husband more than I do in this moment. His hand at my chest closes over Reece’s and his free hand moves underneath my shirt, up my abs and his palms brush my nipple. I groan at the sensation while I suck on Reece’s tongue.

“Reece,” I groan into his mouth. “Fuck, Reece.”

Reece continues to make low mewling sounds. Our kiss is wet and loud and so fucking hot, but he needs to breathe. I’m crowding him. We’re crowding him.

I slow the kiss down until our swollen lips are brushing against each other. He opens his eyes, gazing into mine. “Are you okay?” I ask.

He nods, his eyes flicking to Sawyer. When I look at Sawyer, his eyes are on Reece. I lean over and take my husband’s mouth with mine. We kiss tenderly. A kiss so different from the one I shared with Reece.

Pulling away from Sawyer, I bring Reece’s face close to us. “Do you want to kiss Sawyer?” I ask against his lips. Then, while he thinks about it, I suck at his neck, where his pulse is betraying his hesitation.

When I lift my head, Reece is looking at me with wonder in his eyes. “Yes,” he whispers.

I shift to look at Sawyer.

Sawyer moves. Reece moves. And their desperation for each other – for one simple kiss – hardens my cock impossibly. Sawyer was right.

I step back, allowing for their bodies to press together, their lips crashing in a kiss that is instantly seared into my mind. Like worlds colliding. Stars exploding. They kiss, so hungry and desperate.

Even if I lived a thousand years, I would never forget how beautiful their first kiss was.

Reece, seeming to come out of his shock over what is truly happening between us, wraps his arms around Sawyer’s neck and kisses him like an old lover he hasn’t seen in a century. Sawyer wraps his arms around Reece's waist, his hands moving up and down his back, and they devour each other.

I steer Reece away from the fridge so I can stand behind him. Bringing my lips to his ear while he kisses my husband like they belong to each other, I whisper words of encouragement to Reece.

Chapter 25

Reece

I don’t think this is happening. This is a dream. An incredible, unbelievable dream I’m not allowed to have.

Yet, Sawyer’s mouth on mine is as real as the words sinking into my ear as they fall from Asher’s lips. As real as the fact that I am sucking inside Sawyer’s mouth like my life’s essence may be found inside the warmth there. I don’t know how this is possible, but my body is not confused, working entirely without the periodic flashes of logic slicing through my brain: that this shouldn't be happening. That it’s impossible that I’m kissing Asher’s husband, like I’ve imagined so many times before. And that only a few seconds ago, my lips were on Asher.

“We think about you when we’re fucking,” Asher whispers into my ear. I groan, leaning back into him, pressing against his chest while the front of my body is pressed to Sawyers. “We think about what you’d feel like between us. We imagine taking turns with you.”

My dick digs into Sawyer’s hip. If Ash keeps this up I’m going to come. This is fucking glorious.

“You taste so fucking good. I knew you’d taste like this,” Sawyer whispers into my mouth.

I moan as I deepen the kiss again. Asher’s hand slinks around my middle between me and Sawyer, and presses into my lower stomach. While I tongue fuck his husband, Asher sucks on the skin at the side of my neck. That will leave marks, and I have a vague appreciation for that, because at least there’ll be evidence that this really happened.

“Reece, love,” Asher whispers behind me. “Sawyer is my life. I can never give him up. Not for anything in this world.”

I hear the unspoken words clearly. Not even for you. But those words don’t hurt like they would have at another time. Now, his words are an invitation for more than I ever dreamed of. I never thought I would want anything more than having Asher back but here, in this moment, there is something more. In this moment, I want Asher . . . and Sawyer.

“He’s so beautiful. His heart, so soft. He’s loyal and precious, and he’ll do anything for the ones he loves. I love him so much.”

There are so many things I want to tell Asher. How I believe every word he’s whispering to me right now. How much I want to be right here where I am, between them, hidden inside them. Their marriage, their love, is everything I’ve ever dreamed of having.

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