Page 2 of Hunk Sandwich
“The idea of you sharing me with someone else is…hot.” My face heated. “But I don’t know if it’s just the idea that turns me on. It could be terrible.”
“It could be great.” Bo caressed my cheek, his wedding ring warm against my skin.
“What if you hate it, though? Or I do?”
His thumb trailed over my lips.
“Well, we’d have safe words. If I hated it, I could end it at any point, and so could you. And no,” he added, as if he could read my mind. “I would not be mad or upset if you did. It needs to work for both of us or it’s not happening.”
“You are right, darling.” I snuggled closer. “Maybe I’m just overthinking this. I don’t want us to get hurt.”
“I love your heart, älskling. You are so good.” Bo dragged me into his lap. “My perfect husband.” He kissed my cheek. “My mate.” His lips moved to my neck. “I know we can navigate this situation together without hurting either us or whoever would join in on the fun.”
I noticed the change in his speech, going from woulds and coulds to talking as if we’d already agreed to do it. Goosebumps raced down my spine when Bo bit me.
“If anyone can, it is us,” I agreed and found it was the truth.
Chapter 3
Bo
The Pink Chicken had become one of our favourite spots in the city, so it made sense to start there.
I’d secured a place at the bar for us, and Ollie stood between my legs with his back against my stomach.
“Does anyone catch your eye, älskling?” I whispered in his ear. He shivered exactly like he had done when we’d first met, and it still turned me on like crazy.
So does the sheer olive green shirt he's wearing.
“You look so hot, I could eat you up.”
He half turned his head, a cheeky grin on his lips. “You’re welcome to eat me whole later.”
I flashback to our first date at The Page Sage. My dick hardened against his spine thinking about what had happened afterwards in the forest. I hadn’t really noticed his burr back in Scotland, but somehow not being surrounded by so many Scots here made it seem more pronounced. It was like a subtle echo of the Highlands he’d lived in for most of his life.
Whatever it is, it's so sexy.
“I’ll gladly take you up on that.”
“And no, nobody’s caught…” His voice trailed off, and I followed the direction of his gaze.
I recognisedhimimmediately. It was the guy who had waited outside the glory hole the first time we had used it.
He’d got his ear pierced since I’d last seen him, and his chest and shoulders had filled out quite a bit. He looked nothing like me or Ollie, either, which I liked.
He’s a Wolfman. Of course he doesn’t.
It still gave me a sense of peace. We weren’t missing anything. This hypothetical idea was an add-on to us, not a replacement for him or me.
“Him?” I asked, just to be sure. Ollie hadn’t seen the guy who had waited outside the glory hole. By the time we’d left, he had locked himself in the other stall.
“Well, yeah, he just caught my eye.”
“Good.” I hummed, palming his chin and kissing him on the cheek. “He looks nice.”
Ollie snorted.
“Maybe I should keep looking, then.”
