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Reece, too, is unsure. He’s still looking at Sawyer. “I’m not the one fucking you, beautiful. Eyes on Asher,” Sawyer tells him.

Reece's eyes move to me and he looks at me like he never stopped loving me. And I must be looking at him the same way. How can I not? This is Reece. My Reece.

I move, pressing my cock into his hole. He cries out, but his body opens for me. With excruciating slowness, I ease into him, drawing harsh panting breaths from him until I’m fully seated. I, too, am breathless.

My eyes fly to Sawyer’s at the same time Reece’s eyes do the same.

Sawyer reaches out to kiss me. “Is it good, baby?”

Suddenly, tears fill my eyes. How can Sawyer let me have this? How can he want this with me? “So good, my love. I’m sorry.” I’m sorry for how good this feels. I’m sorry that I’m so scared of how good this feels. I’m afraid, husband, I want to tell him. I’m afraid of how much I once loved this man beneath me. And how much I still love him.

He kisses me again. “There is nothing to be sorry for, baby. Stroke him with your cock. I want you to.”

I move, and Reece takes me into his body the way he did then, and it feels like before, and also entirely new. But still, I hold back, because how can this be?

Sawyer presses his lips to my jaw. “Let go, baby. He’s yours.”

I obey my husband because I have to. I have to have Reece like this. I have to make love to him again. It’s been so long. We are skin to skin. Sweat and lust sliding between us, and I begin to move.

Reece’s startled cry reaches my ears when Sawyer bends down to whisper the same words to him.

I can’t stop the tears caused by the soft kisses Sawyer presses into my back as I fuck another man. And not any man. Reece.

“It’s been so long, Reece,” I whisper into his mouth. “I missed you so much, love. I missed you so much. I missed you.”

“I didn’t know how to live without you,” he cries against my lips.

We won’t last longer than this. I reach back to grab Sawyer’s hand. “I won’t last, baby,” I tell my husband. I lift away from Reece so I can have more leverage to fuck him deeper.

Sawyer kisses my shoulders, my biceps, up to the nape of my neck. “Just a little more, Ash,” he whispers. “Fuck him just a little harder. Deeper, baby. He can take it. You know he can.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I plunge in and out of Reece, and he chants and pants his approval and begs me for more and more and more.

Sawyer shifts, placing his cock to Reece’s lips. He opens his mouth and my heart explodes. I drive my cock into Reece’s ass over and over again, watching him suck my husband’s cock, and in awe of how well this beautiful man beneath me is taking my cock. He grabs onto Sawyer’s thigh with one hand, and with the other he fists his dick while he blows Sawyer like he was made for that job alone.

Sawyer looks down at Reece. “Come if you’re ready, sweetheart,” he says. Then, pulling out of Reece’s mouth, he tells me, “Open your mouth, my husband.”

I part my lips.

Reece comes first, spilling his cum over his fist and stomach. I let go deep in his ass and Sawyer shoots his load all over my mouth and face.

Still overcome by the salaciousness of it all, I drop onto Reece’s body. His cum slides between us, coating our stomachs and chests. I seal my mouth over Reece’s and together we share Sawyer’s cum. Reece’s body is still wrecked with his orgasm, but he sucks my face and inside my mouth.

Sawyer comes to lie next to Reece and they kiss, wet and sloppy and so fucking beautiful. And the reverence of the moment between them takes my breath away.

Chapter 37

Sawyer

It was everything I knew it would be. More. It wasn’t a mistake. It’s not just a lust-filled endeavor to spice up my and Asher’s sex life. If it were so, if it was nothing more than one lustful night fulfilled, then this morning would have felt a lot more satisfying. All last night did was increase my desire for Reece, leaving me more restless for him.

I take a bite of my pecan pie. The time on the microwave clock says six-twenty. Reece is obviously a late sleeper or not a morning person. He’s still asleep in our bed, curled up like he’s always belonged there. Our bed isn’t big enough for a long-term sleeping arrangement. We’ll have to look into that soon.

Asher was already in the guest shower when I came downstairs a few minutes ago. When I hear the spray of the shower stop, I get up to make him a cup of coffee. It’s ready on a coaster on the side table when he enters the living room, and I’m at the window, watching the sun make its way across the clear sky. I turn just as he reaches me, ending up in his embrace.

He watches my face closely. It was easy last night when the sexual tension was unbearable, and the lights were dimmed. Now, in the harsh daylight, he searches my face for signs of discontent, regret maybe, as the reality of this new dynamic begins to settle.

He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again. I smile up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He’s so nervous. “You had sex with Reece last night,” I murmur against his chin. My stomach clenches as the words leave my mouth. The images passing through my brain gives me an immediate hard-on. I press my erection into him. He’s hard too.

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