Page 9 of The Third Wheel
When he'd kissed her, looked at her like he wanted to fuck her right in front of me, that was when things had changed. And I hadn't been able to stop myself from egging him on. Because it forced me to face the fact that she was his wife.
I stepped in closer, and he growled, lunging at me. Water sprayed around us as our scuffle continued, our wet bodies slipping and sliding against each other. I heard Mira yelling at us to stop acting like idiots, but her words barely registered. All I could focus on was Gunnar and the feel of his muscular body beneath my hands.
"What the hell?" I grabbed a fistful of his wet hair and pulled his head back. "Fuck you, Gunnar."
"Like you could handle me," he shot back, his eyes glinting with defiance. That gave me a very different vision of Gunnar — one that had him on his hands and knees, sucking my cock while Mira watched. Nope. Not gonna happen.
As we grappled, I started to notice the details of Gunnar's body—the hard planes of his chest, the way his pierced nipples stood out against his tanned skin. My gaze flicked down between us,drawn to the unmistakable bulge in his swim trunks. It seemed like his body was responding to our close contact.
"You've always been this much of an asshole." I was breathless from our struggle. I sucked at fighting, but so did he. At this point, we were mostly just rolling around in the water like two uncoordinated idiots.
"Only with people who deserve it," he said, narrowing his eyes at me.
"You should learn some manners." I grabbed his ponytail and yanked it again, and he yelped. "Fucking man bun."
"Like your hair is any better." He reached out and messed up my hair. "Preppy douchebag. You're always so perfect."
Our argument was ridiculous, and the fight was not much better. We looked more like two boys roughhousing than grown men engaged in a heated brawl. But as our legs tangled in the shallow water, something about it started to shift.
"Let go of me." Gunnar lifted his hips, trying to twist away from my grip on his arms. His big muscles made him appear stronger than me, but it turned out that he wasn't, and that gave me a sort of smug satisfaction. At least until he leveraged his superior weight to slam me down into the water and sit on top of me. I sputtered as a little water got in my mouth.
"Or what?" I hooked a leg around his hips and tried to flip him over, ignoring a strange surge of awareness of his body.
"Or you'll regret it." His voice was tight as he struggled to hold me in place. The water was shallow enough that I could breathe, but deep enough to make our movements all the more awkward.
"Is that a threat?" I shoved forward, getting a grip on his hands and pushing them away from my face.
The water churned around us as I twisted my hips and slammed him down into the water, straddling his hips and pinning his arms above his head. With every movement, I became more enthralled with his body, of his thick muscles, and his broad shoulders. As he struggled beneath me, I fought a strange surge of desire, trying not to notice the way his muscles rippled with effort. I held firm, refusing to let him regain control. My chest heaved with each labored breath, adrenaline and arousal pumping through my veins.
"Admit it, I'm her best friend. I know her better." I shifted my body forward to press his hands into the sand, and couldn't contain my gasp as our hardened cocks pressed against one another. A low moan escaped Gunnar's lips, his eyes darkening with lust. He was hot, big, and rock hard. For me.
The realization of our mutual attraction slammed into me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath
"Fuck you," Gunnar spat, bucking under my grasp, then going still so that all I could hear was the rough sound of his breathing, and my focus shifted to the throbbing pulse of his hard cock. Our bodies were locked together, and I wasn't sure when it had turned sexual, but I couldn't stop pressing forward, and he wasgrinding up into me, his length sliding against mine under the water.
"Is that what you want?" I asked, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Because I'm sure Mira would love to watch." I rocked my hips forward, pressing closer, his body's response making me feel powerful. He moaned, his gorgeous blue eyes wide and dilated. I dropped his hands, and they flew up to my body, but not to attack me, to grab my ass and haul me closer.
Gunnar's eyes flashed with a flicker of excitement at the thought of our illicit desires on display. We both knew that we were crossing lines that shouldn't be crossed, and that only seemed to fuel the fire burning between us.
"Maybe she'd even join in." I leaned in close so that my breath brushed against his ear. The thought of Mira tangled up with us, her soft curves pressed against our hard bodies, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
The world seemed to freeze in that moment, our slick bodies pressed together, the heat of our desire radiating between us.
He smelled so fucking delicious.
"Colby... I—" Gunnar started, but the sudden sound of Mira's voice cut his words off, shattering the moment like a glass pane.
"What the hell are you two doing?" she said, her hands on her hips as she glared down at us. "People are watching you twobrawl like morons. Someone asked me if she should call the police."
We sprung apart, and I fell back into the water, landing hard on my ass, thankful for the cool lake that hid my erection. And his. I looked towards the beach, where two men and a woman who were watching our fight, looking concerned and amused. My mind raced, scrambling for an explanation, but all I could manage was a choked, "Uh..."
"Seriously? What the hell? This was about getting along, and you two lasted what? Thirty minutes." Mira tapped her watch, her expression exasperated. As she looked between Gunnar and me, her face softened and she sighed. "Look, I don't know what compelled you to… whatever that was… I'm not even sure I should call it a fight. But can we all calm down and talk about it? Like adults?"
Gunnar sat up, and he I exchanged a sheepish glance, then we nodded in agreement.
"Alright," I said, taking a deep breath and trying to steady my racing thoughts. "Let's talk."
"Sitting right there?" Mira asked, looking between us like we were morons.
