Page 186 of Better When Shared
“Hamish, just tell me. Can’t be worse than him catching me reading threesome erotica.”
I blinked at my wife. “That’s what you’ve been reading? Bloody hell, Imogen.”
She shrugged, her cheeks pink. “It was research.”
Grabbing her chin, I kissed her hard, wild need coursing through me. She tangled her hands into my hair, pressing in close as she devoured my mouth like a woman starved. I lifted my lips, searching her face for a moment, then sighed. “Before he knew you were my wife, he told me he wanted to have sex with you. While your husband watched. And I… wasn’t opposed to that idea.”
“Fuck,” she whispered, her gaze dropping to my lips, then lower. “Perhaps we should check on him? Make sure he’s alright?”
“Yes,” I said. “We should.”
I took her hand, our fingers intertwining with familiar ease, and led her toward the companionway. The steps creaked beneath our weight as we descended into the dim cabin, my eyes adjusting slowly to the low light. The space was compact but efficiently designed, with a small galley to at the bottom of the companionway and a banquet style table behind it. Further down, I could see a small cabin, with a berth inside.
Makai stood near the cabin, with his back against the bulkhead, board shorts pushed down his thighs, his cock gripped in his fist. He was jerking off. The realization hit me like a physical blow. His cock was as magnificent as his body; thick and long, the headflushed dark against his tanned skin. His eyes were closed, lips parted, lost in whatever fantasy had driven him below deck.
A fantasy of us.I froze, instantly hard, my cock straining against my shorts. I should have been embarrassed, should have pulled Imogen back up the stairs to give him privacy. Instead, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but stare at the slow, deliberate strokes of his hand.
I turned to shield Imogen from the sight, to apologize for bringing her into this situation. But Imogen wasn’t looking at me. Her eyes were fixed on Makai, her chest rising and falling rapidly, pupils dilated with unmistakable desire. The same hunger I felt reflected in her gaze, transforming her from my proper British wife into someone I barely recognized—someone untamed.
“Fuck,” I whispered, the word escaping before I could catch it.
Makai’s eyes flew open, his hand stilling but not releasing his cock. For a moment, we all remained frozen in a tableau of suspended desire—Makai caught in the act, Imogen and I caught watching.
“I wonder what he tastes like.” I didn’t know which shocked me more: the thought itself or the fact that I’d said it aloud.
Imogen turned to me, her eyes wide with surprise that melted into something darker, more primal. Her hand squeezed mine. “Might as well find out. I mean, if it’s okay with Makai.”
Makai’s sharp intake of breath drew our attention back to him. His eyes were open now, burning with an intensity that made my knees weak. “I don’t fuck clients.”
Then he was moving toward us, closing the distance in two quick strides. His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back with enough force to make me gasp. “I don’t usually fuck clients,” he repeated, his breath hot against my lips. “But I stopped thinking of you as clients the moment I saw you checking out my ass, Hamish.”
His mouth crashed into mine, hard and demanding. The kiss was nothing like the gentle ones I shared with Imogen. It was possession, domination, pure male aggression. I opened for him immediately, my hands gripping his waist to steady myself as his tongue swept into my mouth, tasting of wine and salt and desire. I ground my hips against his, desperate to press into the hard bulge of his erection.
He pulled back abruptly, leaving me breathless, then turned to Imogen. The look that passed between them contained a silent question and answer, and he grinned and tipped his lips to hers in a gentle, searching kiss. She moaned softly and pressed into it.
In an instant, he was ravaging her mouth with his, his large hand cradling her face with surprising tenderness. I should have felt jealous watching another man kiss my wife, but instead, my cock hardened further, aching with need. They looked sexy as hell together.
When he released her, Imogen looked dazed, her lips swollen and red. Makai’s attention returned to me, his eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in my shorts. He bit his lower lip, grinning wickedly. “We gonna fuck?”
“Um. I don’t know.” Smooth, Hamish, real smooth.
Imogen bit her bottom lip, running a finger down his chest. “We are stuck here all night without much to do.”
She reached for the button on my shorts, with a quick glance to check in. I nodded, giving her permission, and she beamed at me as she shoved my shorts and boxers down past my hips, letting the fabric pool around my ankles. My cock sprang free, painfully hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
“Look at you,” Makai said, his voice rough with approval. “Fucking gorgeous. No wonder she tolerates your weird opinions about tea brands.”
“Yorkshire Gold isn’t we—”
My complaint was cut short by a moan as his hand wrapped around my cock, the calluses on his palm creating a delicious sensation that made me bite back a moan. He pressed closer, aligning our bodies so he could grip both our cocks together in his large hand. The feeling of his hot, hard length against mine sent shockwaves of pleasure up my spine.
“You want to taste me?” he asked, giving us both a slow stroke that made my vision blur. “I bet you do. Bet you want to lick up all this pre-cum.”
Imogen gasped, and I was sure the sound was pure need rather than shock. When I glanced at her, her eyes were locked on our cocks, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. The sight of my refined, elegant wife staring hungrily at another man’s cock broke something loose inside me, the last threads of propriety snapping like rotted rope.
She reached out, tracing her soft fingers over us, looking for all the world like the sight of us pressed together had put her into a lust-induced trance. “I want everything. All of it. Both of you,” I breathed.
He lifted his hand away from us, letting her explore more, and before I could second-guess myself, I dropped to my knees on the cabin floor, my face level with Makai’s huge cock.
