Page 6 of Filthy February

“Her asshole of an ex tossed her on the street tonight. I found her walking on the sidewalk.”

Juliet grabs Val’s hand and pulls her out of the car. “Well, it’s a good thing I ordered an extra large pizza. Hope you like mushrooms, Valentina. You’re staying with us.”

Val’s eyes meet mine for a moment and I raise my eyebrows. “Told you.”

My wife is a complete charmer. She says I am, but I only try to keep up with her. So, I follow behind the two women as Jules gives her a tour of our house, explaining where everything is.

“And you’re not a guest here. You’re home. We expect you to treat it as such. Sorry, but we’re slobs.”

“I warned her,” I say, setting her bag down in one of the guest rooms.

Jules smiles and helps her out of my coat. “And you have your own room, bathroom, everything. No hurry to leave, unless we annoy you, but both of us are gone most of the day at work, so we won’t bother you.”

Tossing my arm over Jules’ shoulders, she leans into me while still holding Valentina’s hand. I say, “Just tell me whatever groceries or food you want to order and I’ll cover it. Hell, I’ll just give you a spending card tomorrow.”

Valentina’s chocolate brown eyes mist over. “I don’t know how to thank you. This is beyond anything I expected.” Looking at the carpet, she grabs both of our hands in hers and squirms. “Um, I wanted to tell you both something tonight…”

Jules tilts her head and asks, “What is it?”

Val’s lashes flutter as she looks at my wife, then me, with a dazzling gaze. “I’m ovulating.”

Four

VALENTINA

Carson’s clear eyes flash to my belly, like he can already envision a child there. One I’ll carry for him and Juliet. A broad smile crosses her lips and she snatches my hand while Carson’s slides around to the small of my back. It feels like it belongs there.

“Are you okay to…” Juliet seems excited and bounces on her toes, her brown eyes scanning my expression carefully. I squeeze her hand, as if letting her know I’m not backing out, but then I focus on Carson’s heated eyes. His tongue dips out to lick his bottom lip, and I wonder what he’ll taste like. Will we kiss?

“Yes, I’m definitely okay. Ready, willing, and able.” Taking a step back, I nod with my head to the bed. “Should we, um…”

Carson clears his throat. “Our bed is bigger, if that’s alright with you. To come into our space.” The warmth he exhibits makes me feel so at ease, I smile and give them both an affirmative nod.

With Carson’s hand around my waist and Juliet’s hand in mine, they guide me to their bedroom down the hall. My pulse dances with anxiety with each step closer. I’ve never been with two people, let alone a woman. But my understanding is Juliet wants to watch. Oddly, that makes complete sense to me. If she wants to be involved like this is her child, because it will be, then I want her there, too.

The shocking electric sensation shoots down my spine as Carson’s hand rubs along my back. There’s something between us that makes my belly flip whenever he’s near. I’m heated, and I don’t think it’s just because of his stunning looks. He’s very warm and caring. Something I have never had.

When we enter the opulent room, I gasp. It’s gorgeously decorated, like a magazine. If I had a style, this would be it. Dark brocade wallpaper covers the walls, only lit up by romantic lighting surrounding the king-sized bed. It’s unmade, the velvety blue linens tousled about with white sheets dripping over the sides. Somehow, coming into their unmade space puts me at ease. Like they are saying I belong with them.

Juliet walks straight to the dresser and pours a glass of amber liquid from a decanter sitting on top of a silver bar tray. “Brandy? Anything?” She holds it out for me, but I shake my head, not wanting to get fuzzy headed during this moment. I want to remember everything.

She smiles and pulls off her sweater, revealing a lacy white cami underneath. Sipping her drink, she waltzes over to a fireplace on the far wall and lights it, giving the room an even warmer glow. As if taking in a show, she flounces onto a long chaise lounge and crosses her feet at the ankles as Carson’s hand slips away from me.

He shrugs off his suit coat as I shift my hips side to side, not exactly knowing what to do. Carson’s large hand plants on the side of my waist, slowing my movements. When I glance into his kind eyes, I swallow back some nerves. His fingers brush back some of my hair as he cups my cheek. The gesture is so welcoming, so settling, I ease into it and almost close my eyes.

Barely above a murmur, his deep voice makes me tingle all over as he says, “If you’re not comfortable with something, you stop me. Just say you want to stop and I will. You’re not going to disappoint us. We won’t be angry. This is for your pleasure as much as it is mine and Juliet’s. Okay?”

My lashes are heavy as I blink at him a few times and whisper, “Yes. Thank you, Carson. No one has ever—no one has ever cared what I want.”

His broad chest touches my breasts as he squares up and holds my face with both of his hands. Solemnity coats his expression as he says, “I care. We’ll go slow. And you can tell me what you like or don’t. Can I kiss you?”

My “yes” comes with a slight chuckle, releasing the tension I have. I’ve been thinking about his lips and what would happen to me if he pressed them against mine.

One of his palms skirts to the back of my neck while the other gathers my lower back and presses my waist to his. A small gasp is forced from my lungs when I feel the hardness poking into my stomach beneath his trousers. He gives me a slight smirk, knowing he’s giving me a hint of what’s to come, but he tilts my face toward his with expertise and brushes his lips against mine gently.

So gently, it tickles. Then he backs away and gazes into my eyes. My vision gets clouded over. His intoxicating manly scent, of expensive cologne with a mix of spice and amber, makes me feel high. When he dives in as if he can’t get enough, I get lost. Only to be found again in his kiss.

Our bodies entangle, and it’s as if I’ve just discovered a cure for every ailment I’ve had. His taste is familiar in a way, something I didn’t know I was looking for until I found it. I think I could continue kissing him for a long time.

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