Page 12 of The Third Wheel
She reached out and rubbed his hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but it's so obvious. That's not a secret, babe." She mimicked her husband's voice. "Let's sit in the water and talk here. Like I couldn't see how hard you both were. For each other."
"Fuck, for a minute there, I thought you were laughing for another reason. Making fun of me or something." Gunnar rubbed his hands over his forehead, letting out a nervous breath, and I wondered who had hurt him.
"Of course not, baby. I would never." Mira reached out, rubbing his forearm. "I love you even when you get hard while dry humping my best friend in a lake."
I groaned and covered my face with my hands.
"So you realized I was bi earlier today?" Gunnar seemed unconcerned with embarrassment now.
"Nah. It's been a while. I've caught you checking out men sometimes. Just yesterday, I caught you staring at Colby's ass. Hell, maybe you stare at Colby all the time, and I never noticed until someone mentioned it."
Gunnar swallowed, his eyes darting towards me, and I remembered what Wanda had said about the way Gunnar looked at me.
"It's not about Colby's ass. Not that much."
"Thank god for that," I said.
"I like Colby's… package. Especially when he wears those tight grey sweatpants." Was Gunnar blushing? He wouldn't meet my eye. "I mean, fuck, he has a great ass too, but that's not why I stare. I like cock, and I learned today that Colby's is a nice size. A very nice size."
"Are you kidding?" I blinked at him in shock. He'd never shown any hint of attraction to me, or any other guy for that matter. I couldn't deny how fucking hot the idea of exploring this side of him was, though.
"Back in high school, I had this buddy, Luke, and we... well, we used to suck each other off," Gunnar admitted, ducking his chin and staring at his beer bottle. "It started as, whatever. You know, bro jobs, two horny guys helping each other out. But I've neverdone much else with a man. Somehow it took another strong attraction to make me realize I was into Luke way back when. It was more than just fooling around for me. That's why it hurt so much when he cut me off cold."
"You're into me?" I asked. "Since when?"
"Fuck, I don't know. I guess when I saw you shirtless?"
I frowned at Gunnar. "That's why you flipped out at me for stacking the boxes too high and creating a safety hazard for Mira? I was wondering what the fuck that was about."
Gunnar grimaced. "Man, with a body like yours, I suggest that you do manual labor with your shirt on for the safety of us mere mortals. Watching you walk around like a fucking sex god was making my pants way too tight."
I blinked, still trying to process this insane revelation.
Mira reached over to take her husband's hand, squeezing it. "Thank you for sharing that, babe," she said. "It must have been hard for you. Er, difficult for you." She giggled, then winked at me.
Gunnar
Once I saw howMira reacted to my admission about my sexuality, I wanted to share more, to clear the air between us. I wanted them to know why I had such a hard time being around Colby once and for all.
"While we're being completely honest, I should tell you that my crush on you started before the box stacking incident." The gravel in my voice betrayed my nerves, I was sure. "Before I met Mira, even. Back when you used to come to the BDSM parties with the Central Coast Social Club, I'd watch you." The words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered. "With the flogger. Your hands are so fucking sexy, and you're so damn skilled. I used to ache to let you whip me."
"Oh," Colby said.
"Yeah, but I asked around and knew you were straight—and you only ever showed up with women. And then what happened? I fell in love with your best friend, and I had to see you every goddamn day."
Mira gasped. Colby stilled, staring at me.
My mind flashed back to those nights. The way Colby's wrist flicked, commanding leather through the air, the sound splitting the din of moans and music at the party. "You were like an artist with that pretty little redhead. What was her name?" I murmured, the explicit memory causing my muscles to tense.
"Minnie." Colby ducked his chin, his grin bashful. "She dumped me after that party. She said she was willing to try flogging for me, but my sadist kink was too hard for her. It turned out she said she was into the lifestyle, but she only wanted a little dirty talk."
"Well, she was a fucking moron. I wanted to be in her place. So much." I glanced at Mira, who was watching me, her face curious and open, then turned to Colby, studying his chiseled jaw, the way his soft, light brown hair curled over his forehead. He was so sexy, and I wanted him to know, to understand this gnawing desire. "Your control, your precision—it got me fucking hard. I want to know what that feels like on my body."
The silence stretched, taut as a wire, after my confession. Mira's eyes widened, reflecting the dance of flames between us. "Gunnar." Her soft voice was a caress that made my heart thumpharder. "Would you... would you want that? To be flogged? Is that more than what I did earlier with the paddle?"
Her question pierced through the haze of my arousal. It was real, tangible. I could imagine the bite of his leather on my skin, the sensual sting of being hit with his toys.
"Yes." The word ripped from my throat. Mira's fascination with my wicked desires was palpable, feeding the fire within me. "The paddle this afternoon was fun. I enjoyed the way you punished me for fighting with him, but I don't think you can hit me like I need to be hit." My eyes darted to Colby, skimming over his muscles, appreciating his strength, then I turned my attention back to my wife. "You're a bit too sweet, always afraid you might hurt me. But Colby can do it. I've seen him work a submissive over, seen the way it makes his cock rock hard to watch them writhe for him."
