Page 43 of Claiming Ours
“All I’m saying is, I’m glad you’re here, Memphis. It’s great to see you. Today was so fun showing you around, introducing you to the people I call family now, and talking about Dean.” After a couple of failed attempts to turn herself around on my lap, Baylee released a defeated sigh and peeked up at me through her lashes. “Help me turn around, please.”
“But I like you straddling me.” I grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed.
“Please,” she repeated. “I can stay sitting on your lap, just the other way.”
Like I could ever deny her anything she asked, even if what she wanted was my last breath. Hands on her waist, I easily lifted her slight frame in the air, holding her up while she twisted around. Her round ass came down hard on my stiff cock, making me grunt. Baylee sent me an apologetic smile over her shoulder before turning her attention back to Memphis.
“Instead of making me sad, talking about Dean and us three back in high school made me happy. It was like with every story we told, a little more of that exhausting grief vanished, leaving me feeling lighter. I’d already decided it was time to move on, to let the past go, but you being here helped solidify that decision.”
Memphis’s shoulders slumped in seeming relief. “While he and I lost touch the last few years, he was still my best friend. I miss him all the time and enjoyed talking about him today, too, so whenever you’re in the mood to walk down memory lane….”
“You’re my guy,” she finished for him.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I tugged her back until her spine pressed to my chest. With a single finger, I swept her long hair away from her ear and pressed my lips to the shell.
“Is that all he’s your guy for?” I felt her breath hitch and heart rate increase. “From what I’ve picked up on, there was more to your friendship back in high school.”
“Liam,” Memphis cursed, though his curious gaze was locked on Baylee, gauging her reaction. “Don’t push her.”
I hummed a noncommittal response while trailing a single fingertip up her thigh, brushing the hem of the T-shirt up with each lazy stroke. His gaze followed the movement while Baylee’s breathing picked up.
“I’m not pushing. I’m reading the fucking room. She said you make her happy. I want her happy and taken care of.” I nibbled at her earlobe, making a sweet whimper leave her lips. “Taken care of in all the ways. If you say stop, I stop, pick you up, and finish this in the bedroom alone. Or….”
“Or what?” she asked, the words more of a pushed breath.
“Is it still there, Little Bit?”
“Is what still there?”
“The attraction,” I murmured while stroking my finger even higher along the inside of her thigh, loving the feel of the goose bumps pebbling her soft skin. “Seemed like you were back then, but what about now? What about the guy standing in front of you, looking like he would fight me to the death just for the opportunity to be in my place right now.”
“Fucking hell,” Memphis cursed, running one hand through his hair while the other reached down to adjust himself.
“See what you’re doing to him,” I whispered. “So, what will it be, sweetheart? Are we staying out here to have a little fun, something to take the edge off what’s building here, or am I carrying you into your room to worship you in private?”
Her quick pants mixed with my heavy breaths as I waited for her response. I’d been patient for a long time, and I sure as hell wouldn’t rush her into something now. But the crazy fact was, this wasn’t forced on my end. Hell, I was so fucking turned on at the idea of that fucker watching me play with her that my dick throbbed.
I hadn’t tried the poly lifestyle, so I didn’t realize I would bethisinto it. But since this afternoon, watching them laugh, seeing her so fucking happy, the image of us three as a unit wouldn’t go away. There was something about him specifically. Maybe it was their history, or the way he looked at her like he’d stab himself in the dick to keep her safe. That made this all not only okay in my mind but fucking hot as hell.
An attraction to other men had never been my thing, though I had to admit, Memphis had something about him that made me wonder if he’d be the first. Not that I wanted to fuck him like I wanted with Baylee, more like I wanted control over him. To dominate him. Make him do whatever the fuck I wanted himto do, and if he pushed back, which I hoped he would, then do whatever it took to make him obey.
I swallowed a groan, picturing me ordering him to please Baylee while I watched, driving them both insane with need before allowing them to fall over that edge.
“Bay?” Memphis hissed as he tightened his fingers around the outline of his cock over his jeans.
“Yes.”
My gaze snapped to Memphis’s. “Is that a yes to staying out here or a response to him saying your name like a damn plea?”
“Yes to staying out here.” She shifted on my lap, her tiny button nose brushing against the tip of my own. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Just because I want it, am attracted to both of you, doesn’t mean you have to accommodate my wants?—”
I shut her up with a hard kiss, palm pressed to the back of her head to keep her right where I wanted her until I made my point. Fingers threaded through her hair, I tugged until our lips pulled apart.
“I’d give you my damn heart on a platter if I knew that was what you wanted, what would make you happy. I’m not the type of man who would do anything he didn’t want to do, you know this. If I’m asking, being the one to start this, then you know I want it, too, and it’s not just for you, sweetheart.” Her eyes flared as she searched my face. “I don’t know what this will be tomorrow, but right now, it’s fucking hot as hell, and I’ve never been so damn hard in my life.”
“I want you,” Baylee whispered as she squirmed on my lap, making me groan. “All of you.”
My nostrils flared with the restraint it took not to rip off her clothes and slam my cock into her virgin hole.
