Page 9 of Hunk Sandwich
“If you are sure, yes. Yeah, I’d love that.”
I watched him coyly and had difficulty hiding my indulgent smile. He wagged his tail all the way out of the club and to the cab.
Herregud, så söt.That tail…I’m doomed.
Only when we sat next to each other in the backseat I couldn’t see his tail anymore.
It was a spacious car but with two of us so large, Kaspar was sandwiched between Ollie and I in the backseat. My first impulse was to fling an arm around him like I would with my husband.
I followed it.
The wolf stilled for a moment before he relaxed. I reached over to cup Ollie’s nape, always needing to touch my mate.
It was a short drive. A charged, electric drive with our legs pressed together, strangely ethereal music coming from the cab’s radio, and my other hand somehow landing on Kaspar’s thigh.
Once I’d paid the driver, we entered the building and the lift. The harsh light took a bit of the blissful bubble away. We’d get it back.
In the flat, we took off our shoes and coats and landed in the lounge. I turned on some music Max had shared with me. It had a similar vibe to what was playing in the cab. Ollie got us drinks.
Ollie and I hadn’t spoken much since we’d left the Pink Chicken. Neither of us needed words.
I’d only turned on two of the soft, indirect lamps. Together with the music and the whisky, things soon became touchier. Ollie sat between us, and I kissed him in that slow and deep way he loved so much. Reaching past my husband, who made the most delicious little sounds, I stroked Kaspar’s thick thigh again.
He moved closer to make it easier for me and ran his hands up and down Ollie’s back. He pressed dozens of small pecks on his neck and shoulders.
“That’s it,” I murmured, fingers digging into his quads so hard he groaned. “He loves it when you kiss his neck.” My other hand came up to cup Ollie’s cheek.
Gods, my husband was so beautiful. His face was flushed, and he looked flustered and sensitive.
“Nibble his skin a bit. It makes him so hard, doesn’t it, älskling?”
Ollie whimpered, “yes.”
“What’s your safe word?”
The Wolfman looked up at me from where he had bent to do as I’d suggested.
“Rot,“ he told me. A safe word in his native tongue made sense.
“Good. Want to use ‘red’, too, my love?”
Ollie nodded. He fidgeted his ass on the cushion already.
Chapter 11
Ollie
“You see how beautiful my husband is. He needs to be worshipped,savoured.”
Kaspar hummed, hands skimming my body in Bo’s wake.
“He is,” he agreed, inviting my husband’s hands to tangle with his, caressing my arms between them.
I hadn’t even consideredthis…
How natural it felt to be three instead of two.
It was true what Bo had said. This wasn’t happening because we had been missing something. It was new and exciting but an extension of our relationship, not a replacement for it.
