Page 2 of The Third Wheel
"You okay?" she asked, darting her eyes towards her husband.
"We promise to get along. Right, Gunnar?" I gave Mira my most innocent look.
Gunnar narrowed his eyes at me, studying me. "Are you up to something?"
"Nothing! I swear!" I raised my hands in surrender.
I fought to keep my eyes off Mira's legs as they peeked out from under the hem of her skirt. But when I glimpsed Gunnar's hand slipping beneath the fabric, the temptation was too strong. It wasn't the first time I'd witnessed them getting intimate in public; their passion for each other had always been explosive. Something about Gunnar's jackass alpha male personality turned Mira on.
"Are you guys ready to order?" The server broke the odd spell and rescued me from my guilty voyeurism.
Wanda, who'd been studying the menu, perked up. "I think I'm going to treat myself to a milkshake and fries."
Gunnar didn't even glance at Mira before he rattled off their orders. "I'll have a driftwood burger, and my wife will have the coconut shrimp."
"What?" Irritation bubbled up inside me. "Mira hates coconut."
Gunnar frowned at me, his blue eyes narrowing. "No, she doesn't."
"Gunnar," Mira said, her cheeks flushing. "Colby's right. I don't like coconut. I'll take the chicken sandwich, please."
"Fine," Gunnar grumbled.
"Thanks, Colby." Mira smiled, reaching over to squeeze my hand.
"Anytime." I raised an eyebrow at Gunnar, unable to control my smug expression. I knew Mira better than anyone, and sometimes it felt like Gunnar didn't know her at all. That thought gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction, even as I tried to push it away. I put in an order for a veggie burger and looked up to see Gunnar glaring at me. Maybe he hated vegetarians.
Or he hated me.
The tension between Gunnar and me hung heavy in the air, making conversation stilted as we sat there, waiting for our food. Even Wanda couldn't seem to get a discussion going. I kept sneaking glances at Mira, who seemed to be doing her best to ignore our staring contest. She busied herself with a napkin, folding it into neat little squares.
When the food arrived, we all dug in, and the satisfaction of a tasty meal seemed to ease the tension a bit.
"Hey, Colby," Gunnar drawled, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he set his burger down and took a sip of his drink. "Why don't you skip the next Central Coast Social Club meeting? Mira and I are gonna do a demo."
I clenched my jaw, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. This was another point of conflict between us. "I'm a member of the club too, and I'll go when I want." I shot back, trying to sound nonchalant despite the way my heart raced at the thought of watching them together like that. My cock twitched in my pants, making me shift in my seat.
"Suit yourself," he shrugged, looking smug. "But don't say I didn't warn ya. Might make things uncomfortable at work, and all that."
I snorted. "I can separate work from play." This was a blatant lie, and there was no way he believed me. I hadn't been to any ofour local BDSM events since Gunnar and Mira started attending together.
"Shit, this is the most awkward meal of my life," Wanda said. "Why don't you three just bang already?"
"Wanda!" Mira covered her face, giggling. "I don't know what's gotten into you!"
"Sure you do." Wanda pointed her French fry at me. "This one, and my grandson, have some kind of crazy sexual tension. It's in the air. That argument about coconut?"
"Grandma," Gunnar groaned. "You've lost your goddamn mind. There is no sexual tension."
Wanda elbowed Gunnar, winking. "Whatever. I see the way you look at him."
I blinked at Wanda.What?The only look Gunnar ever gave me was the look you give a man you might want to murder later.
"So tell us about the BDSM club. I don't want to watch the demonstration, but I think I'll come to your next munch for my new business. OnlyGrans. Like OnlyFans, but for a more mature audience."
Mira did a full on spit-take and started choking.
"OnlyGrans?" Gunnar asked. "Do I even want to know how you know what OnlyFans is?"
