Page 15 of The Third Wheel
"You okay?"
Stepping back, I held out my hand to Colby, a silent invitation to join Gunnar and me in the tent. Gunnar rose without question, his tall frame casting an intimidating shadow as he followed me. Colby hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between me and the tent, his internal struggle clear.
"Come on." I tried to ease his worry with a reassuring smile. "We need to take this somewhere more private."
With a deep breath, Colby took my hand, and I led him into our tent, ducking under the low door. Gunnar followed us inside, zipping up all the windows while Colby looked at the mussed blankets thrown carelessly over the air mattress in the center.
"It smells like sex in here." He turned to look at me, his hazel eyes warm and curious. "I could hear you last night. I could hear what you were whispering to each other."
"You could have come in. We were getting off to you. Were you getting off to us?" I asked, stepping closer. He nodded before his lips found mine in a rough, needy kiss. The taste of him set my nerves aflame, my body responding to his touch. My hands tangled in his sandy blonde hair, pulling him closer, craving more of the connection we'd only just begun to explore. He moaned against my lips, lowering me down onto the air mattress, and I arched up against him, craving the rough edges of his touch. His hands roamed over my body like a sculptor molding clay, claiming every curve and hollow as his own.
How long had he wanted to touch me like this?
"Fuck, Mira," he breathed as his lips scattered kisses across my cheek, down the length of my throat.
"More," I begged, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I urged him to press closer.
The mattress shifted beside us, and I looked up to see my husband hovering over me. As Colby sucked on my neck, Gunnar leaned in and kissed my lips. My heart raced, tornbetween wanting both men and fearing the uncharted territory we were about to explore. As if sensing my hesitation, Gunnar paused.
"I love you, Mir." Gunnar stared into my eyes, lifting his hand to stroke my face.
"I love you, too, baby," I said, smiling. Colby froze, lifting his head, too, his eyes darting from Gunnar to me.
"And Colby loves you," Gunnar said, sliding a look Colby's way. "How long have you been in love with my wife?"
Colby swallowed. "I don't know—"
"Yes, you do," Gunnar said.
"Since the beginning, I guess. Since we started working at Tangled Pages together."
Gunnar nodded, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of Colby's eyes. "I'm sorry we didn't realize we were hurting you."
"It's not like that," Colby insisted.
"Fuck, man. We asked you to be part of our wedding party. I feel like an ass for not realizing that might hurt you." Gunnar shook his head. Then he cupped. Colby's jaw and leaned in for a gentle kiss, one that didn't ask for a response. "Now we're asking you to be ours. This is serious. This isn't a quick fuck. Am I clear?"
"You can't know that," Colby said.
"You are forever a part of our lives already. You and Mira are bound together by your ownership stakes in your business." He rubbed his thumb over Colby's bottom lip. "You're fucking beautiful, Colby, and you're her best friend. We're not going to let this mess that up. We're going to make sure it makes it all better. We're all in."
"All in." Colby glanced at me. I beamed up at him.
"Fuck, I love you both so much. I didn't realize it until…" I pursed my lips. "I guess when you were dry humping in the lake yesterday. That was fucking hot. I was afraid someone was going to call the police on you for fucking in public."
"We were not fucking," Colby protested, laughing.
Gunnar raised his eyebrows, a wicked grin curling his lips. "So what do you say? Grind our dicks together again, this time inside my wife?"
"You two are insane." Colby shook his head, leaning down to kiss me again.
"But you knew that, and it didn't stop you from crushing on my wife," Gunnar said.
"I did know that. And it would never stop me from loving your wife." Colby turned to me, wide eyed. "Fuck, I can't believe I just said that. Out loud. To Gunnar."
"And he's smiling," I said, kissing the tip of Colby's nose.
"What about a condom?" Colby asked.
