Page 11 of Her Honey Pot (Sweet Treats 3)

I shake my head.

“Yeah, but do you hear yourself? A two on one? That’s breaking the club’s rules all over again. They only allow one on one for a new inductee’s first time.”

Rex smiles another shit-eating grin.

“Exactly, but we’re not following club rules. We’re not following any rules but our own, come to think of it. What’s the worst that could happen anyways? So we get kicked out, and we start using professionals at the different truck stops. There are some cute girls out there.”

I shake my head.

“No way. I can’t work with those ladies anymore. Last one kept calling out “Mex! Mex!” as I took her, and that was decades ago.

Rex grins at me.

“You look like you could be a Mex.”

I scowl.

“Shut the fuck up, loser.”

He holds up his hands.

“I’m just saying, Tex. We could induct Marni without the club’s knowledge, and I think it would be fun. Not only fun, but very pleasurable for all three of us. It’s worth the risk, trust me. And for the first time, we might be able to … ahem, perform together.”

I stare at him because this is our deep, dark secret. After Rex got divorced from Regina, we got together a couple times to commiserate. We weren’t great friends before, but we were friendly, and having an ex-wife in common is enough to forge a bond that no one else can understand.

But then, after a couple months, something in the air between us changed. At first, we’d been very bro-y, always slapping each other on the back and calling each other “dude.” But that night, something changed forever. Rex and I shared our first kiss, and then we shared a lot more. Soon we were pounding one another, enjoying the masculine vibe that comes with male love.

I never in a million years imagined that I was bisexual, and neither did Rex. If anything, we’re both alpha males at heart, with a taste for curvy, sensuous women and their sweet, honeyed nectar. But something was awakened within us during those desperate nights together, and now I recognize that I’ve always been bisexual. It’s something that’s been hiding all these years, and with Rex, it’s come to the forefront.

But bisexuality means that you can be attracted to both sexes. And although Rex and I regularly indulge when we get the chance, we want something more. As a result, we’re both still members of Dads and Daughters, and we still meet nubile young women whenever we’re out on the road. However, we hide our predilection for men from the other club members because they’d have a shit fit. Hell, they’d probably tie us up and then castrate us if they knew.

But we’ve been hungering for a threesome for a while now. What could be better than exploring both a man and a woman’s bodies simultaneously? Hearing his and her sighs while exploding together would be a dream come true. I’ve been itching to find a third companion, and maybe Marni’s our opening. Maybe this is the perfect chance to indulge our senses while trying something new.

“You know what?” I say, standing up abruptly. “Fuck the club. Let’s do it. If we get thrown out, then so be it. I’ve been a member for almost twenty years. I can live without them.”

Rex stands up and claps my back. We’re both tall men, so our heads almost brush the ceiling in the small kitchen.

“That’s the spirit, my friend. You sure about this though? I know I’ve been egging you on, but no pressure. If you want to continue the status quo, then I’m more than happy to accede.”

I look into his blue eyes, and my gazes traces Rex’s sculpted yet sensuous mouth. I’ve felt that mouth on every single part of my body, and I want a woman to enjoy that indescribable feeling as well.

“No, I’m sure,” I say in a low voice. “I’ll set it up, and you just show up at the right time. We’ll be there for Marni.”

Rex nods and leans close for a moment. There’s no sound from Jessica’s room, so presumably, our daughter is already asleep. Our lips join briefly in a deep kiss, and I feel Rex stroke gently down the front of my pants. Immediately, I go hard but this isn’t the time.

“Keep me posted,” is all he whispers before heading out the front door. Then, Rex disappears into the night and I’m left standing in the kitchen. Are we really going to do this? Are we going to risk everything in order to sample the curvy Marni? It sounds incredible, but it seems the decision has already been made.

5

Marni

I smooth down my skirt nervously before taking another small sip of the Shirley Temple in front of me. Where are they? This is so nerve-wracking, and yet here I am.

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