Page 21 of The Third Wheel
“Colby.” Mira’s fingers curled around mine as she guided my hand back to her body. “You’re ours now—you know that, right?”
“Am I?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest at the thought of belonging to them—of being claimed by the very people who had brought me such mind-blowing pleasure.
“You are.” Her eyes shone with love and desire as she spoke. “And that means you belong here, in this bed, with us.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, the idea both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.
“So fucking sure.” Gunnar pulled her between us, then yanked a blanket over all three of us.
Mira
Sex with Colby changedeverything — especially at work. Now, when I stole a glance at my handsome, well-dressed business partner, I knew that under those stylish jeans, there was a big pierced cock that would get hard for me at a moment's notice. I knew the details of his tattoos, the way his lips felt against mine. The way the rounded muscles of his ass flexed when he came down my husband's throat.
The routine tasks we performed daily became remarkably enticing. Even watching him make a customer a latte, his hands skilled and sure, had me collapsing against a bookshelf, trying to cool my overactive libido. And when he rolled up his sleeves and started lifting the stacked boxes of books from our most recent delivery and carrying them back to the correct shelves, my panties got so wet that I wondered if I'd need to find a fresh pair.
I sent Gunnar a text asking if it was okay to have sex with Colby at work, and my phone rang instantly.
"You okay, baby?" Gunnar's deep voice rumbled through the phone's speaker.
"No. How did I not notice how hot Colby is?" I whispered. "I need him."
"No idea. He has always been beautiful. I met him when I was a senior and he was a freshman, and he was so cute." Gunnar chuckled.
"I thought you didn't realize you were bisexual until later?"
Gunnar snorted. "Nah. Senior year was when I started fooling around with my friend. Somehow, it didn't seem weird to jerk off to the thought of splitting a little freshman open with my dick. Little did I know, I'd be daydreaming about getting him inside me."
"This is not helping my horniness problem." Need pulsed through my veins, each of his words making me want Colby more.
"My little slut. I say go for it."
"You won't be jealous?"
"Mm, a little jealous, but not in the way you think. I'd love to be there with you, sucking his cock to get him ready for you."
A rush of moisture flooded my pussy. "That was not a helpful thing to say."
"Fuck him, baby. Let him push you up against those shelves and bury that massive cock inside you. Then tonight, the two of you can tell me all about how hot it was while you make it up to me with your mouths."
"Hey," Colby said, startling me into dropping my phone. I yelped and lunged for it at the same time that he reached for it. He spotted Gunnar's name and lifted it to his ear. "What'd you do to make Mira so jumpy?" he asked into the phone.
I couldn't make out Gunnar's conversation with Colby, but the heat in Colby's gaze revealed his reaction. His gazed skimmed down over my body, a wicked smile curving his lips.
"I think I can handle that for you, Gunnar," he murmured. "Her little pussy gets needy, huh?"
I could hear the rumble of Gunnar's voice as he answered, and whatever he said made heat flare in Colby's eyes.
"You be a good boy for me, Gunnar." Colby's voice rumbled, deep and hot. "And you can lick my cum out of her pussy when we get home. Perhaps I'll even give you what you really need."
Gunnar's response made him chuckle softly. He signed off and hung up the phone, his eyes still on me. "Did you call your husband to ask for permission to fuck me?"
"Kind of?"
"Now I understand how Gunnar was able to win your heart before anyone else. Before all of this, I saw you as innocent and pure — a paragon of virtue. I was too afraid to flirt with you the way you needed to be flirted with. But he realized right away what a dirty, wicked mind you have."
"Paragon of virtue…" I bit my lip, trying to suppress a smile. "Well, I'm glad you've done away with that assumption."
He walked over to me, standing close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. "The only problem is, now I can't unlearn what I've learned about you." Colby's hazel eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against mine. "How wet are you right now, little slut?"
