Page 12 of Longing for More

We watched her, still. Silent.

She turned her gaze back up towards me. “This isn’t a joke?”

I took a deep breath and shook my head. This could end in one of two ways—I could try to beg, or I would be on my knees from her kicking my balls shortly. “Not this time, baby girl. You want a baby. I want us to have a baby. But we can’t do that. Andthere’s no other man I would ever trust more than the one across from us.”

Her tone felt icy. “One more time?” she asked, clarifying.

“I want Lucas to fuck you. And I want to watch.”

Her next words pierced me, making me flinch and break free from her. They were coated with anger. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Truthfully, I had no idea.

I think I would have preferred being sucker-punched in the balls then looking at her face full of anger and disappointment, though.

Two days ago, that was not the sort of reunion I had planned for us. I was going to surprise her on Christmas Eve, fuck her into Christmas, and then spend the day telling her how much I loved her.

I certainly wasn’t going to share her with my best friend.

But the event that night changed me. It made me want more—more than I already did. Talking to so many children made me want to become a dad more than anything, it made me want to do the unthinkable to the love of my life.

Still, words failed me. “I—I don’t know. I just thought?—”

She cut me off as the anger grew. It weighed on me heavily. “What? You thought you could come home from deployment and drop this bomb on me? After we were already struggling with the news of your?—”

I watched in shock as Lucas walked towards her this time, shoving her against the door and pressing his mouth to hers, effectively silencing her anger. Her eyebrows pinched together and she pushed against him, but he didn’t allow it, covering her with his entire frame as he swallowed her protests.

I knew I was going to hell the second my dick hardened on a dime.

That…was not in my cards of possibility outcomes of my ripping the Band-Aid off.

Her eyes flitted to mine and I watched her thoughts race. She had always been an open book to me. Still, Lucas kept his mouth on hers, trying to get her to open up for him.

If she kept hitting him, I would break it up. And I would grovel to the ends of the Earth, apologizing to her. Saying that it was a dumb idea. Saying that I was just a stupid idiot with baby fever. Saying that I should probably be institutionalized for the disrespect I had just?—

My own thoughts went silent as her eyes fluttered shut, and a moment of need hit me as I watched her stop pushing him. Instead, she gripped the toned arms hidden beneath his uniform before she began kissing Lucas back.

With an urgency.

Fuck.

I watched them touch for moments before walking up to her, pulling on her hair lightly. Testing her. Seeing if she would give into him just a little more. She gasped at the sudden movement, her eyes opening and connecting with mine as she kept kissing Lucas. Though he only saw it as a moment to slip his tongue inside of her mouth.

I groaned as she moaned at the contact, eyes rolling. She stood on her tiptoes and her arms went above his shoulders, craving to be even closer, and I chuckled as I watched her.

Just like that—my dick was leaking precum.

I knew how greedy my girl truly was.

Embarrassed and confused, without a doubt. But still my greedy little angel.

After a few more moments, they broke apart, panting hard. I watched as her tits rose and fell with heavy, deep inhales of oxygen, and she looked at me with even heavier hooded eyes.Finally, she spoke and confusion danced everywhere. “What the fuck is happening right now?”

This time, it was Lucas who spoke. He moved his hand down, pushing on her lower abdomen. She whimpered, pressing her legs together again from just the slightest contact.

Oh, I knew my girl was dripping, just from that little movement.

Lucas’ hands were bigger than mine, and just that little push was enough to make her brain have some static.

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