Gifting Me To His Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo Book 2)

by Katee Robert

  “Yes. But not just anyone else. I’m invested in you fucking Derek in particular.” He pulls me along behind him and scoops up the present as we pass it. It’s only when we’re back in our room that he sets it on the bed. “Now. Open it.”

  I obey, pulling the red ribbon from the box and carefully lifting the lid. I part the white tissue paper to find a lingerie set the same red as the ribbon. It’s intricate and gives the impression of being bondage made of ribbons. I stroke my finger against one band. “This is beautiful.”

  “He’ll have a lot of fun unwrapping you.” Grayson tugs on my robe, easing it off my shoulders. “I’m going to have a lot of fun watching.”

  I take a breath and put away the guilt lingering from letting things with Derek get out of control. If Grayson isn’t bothered by it, then I’m being silly for continuing to whip myself over it.

  Without the guilt, pure lust rolls over me, rivaled only by my anticipation for things to come. Thirty-six hours of hedonistic indulgence and fucking.

  This Christmas is going to be one for the record books.

  Chapter 4

  I look stunning in the lingerie. Truly like the present Grayson’s turned me into. While I kneel next to the Christmas tree, he putters around the living room, dimming the lights and building the fire back up. He’s wearing lounge pants and nothing else, and I lick my lips at how good he looks. He’s not actively training for a marathon right now—he’ll start another circuit after the holidays—but he’s in some of the best shape of his life. His muscles aren’t carved in stone or any of that nonsense but I know firsthand how much lean strength he has coiled in that body. More than enough to haul me around for some sexy manhandling.

  I press my thighs together. “Come here.”

  Grayson gives a dry laugh. “Not with that look on your face. I’ll smudge your lipstick.”

  Lipstick a perfect red to match my lingerie. “Good. It’s not going to last the night.” Long-stay lip color has nothing on the things I hope we’re going to get up to.

  “I’ll wait my turn.”

  My body goes tight at the reminder of the game we’re playing. His turn.

  Footsteps draw my attention to the hallway leading to the second bedroom. Derek is wearing lounge pants, too, nearly an identical pair to Grayson’s. He drags his hand through his hair and looks at us, all feigned innocence. “What’s this?”

  Grayson’s lips curve into a slow smile. “We’ve been friends a long time. I thought we’d celebrate Christmas a little differently this year.”

  Derek’s gaze tracks to me and the hunger in his eyes has me fighting not to squirm. It doesn’t seem to matter that he had his mouth all over my pussy an hour ago. He looks at me like he isn’t sure he can control himself. And then the power of his gaze is gone, turning to Grayson. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d wrapped up your wife as a present for me. She’s under the Christmas tree and everything.”

  Grayson strides to me and digs his hand into my hair, tilting my head back a little and arching my back. “I’ve seen the way you watch her.”

  “She’s beautiful.” He shrugs as if that’s excuse enough. “And funny and smart and dirty as fuck. I’d have to be dead not to want her.”

  “Merry Christmas.”

  If Derek had questions, they were asked on the ski slope, because he stalks toward us, expression intent. “That’s one hell of a gift, Grayson.”

  “You can thank me later.”

  Derek’s gaze doesn’t lose its heat as he looks at my husband. “Oh, I will.”

  Grayson guides me to my feet, catching me under my elbows when my knees nearly buckle with anticipation. I’m standing between these two men, closer than we’ve ever been before. Soon we’re going to be closer than we’ve ever been.

  Grayson presses a kiss to the back of my neck and releases me. “Have fun.” And then he retreats, walking to the chair next to the fire and sinking into it. It gives him a full view of the room. Of us.

  I don’t know what I expect, but Derek just studies me, his gaze tracing over me so slowly I think I might die from it. It doesn’t seem to matter that he saw me naked earlier. He’s looking at me like this is the first time.

  He reaches out and slowly runs his fingers through my hair. He’s not touching me anywhere real but I still feel the contact through my entire body. My breath escapes in a shudder and I have to fight not to lean into him.

  I won’t touch him first. My pride refuses to allow it. Besides, I’m a gift and a gift doesn’t unwrap itself.

  His hand drifts down to my shoulder. A relatively innocent thing, somewhere he’s touched me before, but the intention is so different. Derek presses his hand to my upper chest, his fingers brushing my collarbones. “I like how you’ve wrapped my gift, Grayson.”

  I glance at my husband, watching us with so much heat in his gaze, I’m surprised the room hasn’t been engulfed in flames. He leans back in the chair, all studied relaxation. “I thought you might.”

  Derek drags his fingers lightly down the straps that crisscross my chest, pausing between my breasts, which are barely covered in lace that showcases my nipples. He keeps going, tracing the straps creating a pattern down my stomach and over my hips, to the panties that tease at more than a glimpse of my pussy. The whole thing is complicated and took Grayson’s help to get into.

  And it looks amazing.

  He moves, circling to stand behind me. No doubt studying the way my ass is on display and bared completely of straps. I jump when he brushes me there. He chuckles. “Nervous?”

  “No.” I’m a liar, but it’s the least of my sins right now.

  Just like that, Derek stops the tentative teasing. He grabs my hips and pulls me back against his body, pressing himself to me tightly. I gasp at the feeling of his cock against my lower back, but I don’t have a chance to figure out what he’s doing before he bands one arm around my waist and turns us.

  To face Grayson.

  Oh god.

  Derek backs up, taking me with him, to sit on the couch across from Grayson’s chair. He arranges me in his lap, guiding my legs to the outside of his and spreading us both. Putting me on display.

  He slides his hands up my sides and then takes my wrists and moves my hands to either side of his hips. Baring me further. I’m not exactly helpless, not being held down, but the feeling is there all the same. Like I’m a toy for him to play with, a doll here only for his amusement and pleasure.

  At the thought, desire lights me up like the lights on the Christmas tree.

  “Do you know how jealous I was at your wedding?” Derek’s voice sounds perfectly normal despite the massive dick pressing against my ass, proving that he’s just as affected as I am. He brackets my hips with his big hands and coasts them up to brush his thumbs along the underside of my breasts. “Not the ceremony. Not even all the random shit at the reception.” He keeps up that steady motion, idly touching me in a way that was forbidden just a single day ago. “It was when I saw you fucking in the bridal suite.”

  Grayson snorts. “Peeping in windows, were you?”

  “I went for a cigarette. Not my fault you left the windows open and decided to fuck your bride right there where anyone could see you.” He moves his hands up slightly, stroking along the scalloped top of the lace bra cups, finally dipping in to drag the fragile fabric down and bare my nipples. “I stood there and watched and knew I’d never be allowed to touch.”

  I know his words aren’t for me. Not really. They’re for Grayson. I’m just the method of communication.

  It doesn’t change the fact that I’m nearly panting with desire as he circles my nipples until they pebble to hard points. It doesn’t change the fact that my husband watching this only makes it a thousand times hotter.

  Derek pinches my nipples and I jerk back against him, fighting down a moan. “Now it’s your turn to watch.”

  Grayson raises his brows. His cock is creating a tent in the front of his lounge pants, but my husband man
ages to lock down the lust on his face, if only barely. “Tit for tat, is it?”

  “Think she’ll scream my name when she comes or yours?” He cups my breasts fully now, his palms rasping against my increasingly sensitive nipples.

  I bite my lip to keep from begging for more, but I can’t stop myself from rolling my hips a little, grinding against his erection. Derek releases one breast and lets his hand drop to cup my pussy. He hisses out a breath against my neck. “She’s so wet I can feel her through the lace.”

  I draw in a shaking breath. “If you don’t start unwrapping this present, she’s going to unwrap herself.”

  Derek laughs against my neck. “Impatient.”

  “Only a little.” No point in denying it. Not when we’re poised on the brink of something. We’ve had seven years of teasing. Seven years of denial. Up until this point, I didn’t consider it a great trial to ignore my attraction to Derek. I didn’t magically become immune to desire just because I’m married, but that doesn’t mean I ever would have acted on it. Not with him. Not with anyone.

  “All good things are worth the wait, isn’t that right, Grayson?”

  I love that he keeps bringing my husband into this. I hate it, too. Tonight really isn’t about me. Oh, Derek wants me, but that’s not enough for him to be going through this slow tease.

  That’s all about Grayson.

  My husband shifts on his chair. “Yes.”

  Right then and there, I make the decision to drag Grayson into this with us. Not yet. We have to work him into a frenzy before he’ll forget himself, forget the rules he’s built up in his head to make this work. No one has self-control better than my husband.

  No one knows how to break it better than me.

  Except maybe Derek.

  I settle back against him, still rolling my hips a little. “Just a little touch, Derek.”

  He ghosts the tips of his fingers up the center of my pussy. I’ve long since soaked the lace, and it feels good but I’m desperate for actual contact. So desperate, I toss out words designed to prod him into action. “Do you think it only works when we’re not supposed to?”

  “Baby, we’re not supposed to.” He reaches the top of my panties and dips his fingers in. “You’re married to that man over there. To have and to hold, one and only.” Slowly, oh so slowly, his fingers descend until he’s cupping my pussy, his entire hand wedged into my panties. “And yet it’s my hand in your panties right now.” His palm drags against my clit as he pushes two fingers into me. “My fingers fucking you right now.”

  I look at Grayson. I can’t help it. I’m sure that Derek’s words will sting, but it’s not regret on my husband’s face. It’s pure lust as he watches his best friend’s hand move in my panties.

  Derek presses an open-mouth kiss to my neck, keeping his pace agonizingly slow. “This pussy is just for him, but I’m playing with it right now. Can’t call that anything but wrong, can’t you?”

  “No,” I whisper, spreading my legs wider.

  “You get off on that as much as I do.” He laughs hoarsely. “Someone says we shouldn’t and it’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull.”

  Pleasure builds in slow waves, each spiking a little hotter inside me. “I don’t want to want you.”

  “But that doesn’t stop you from clenching around my fingers, does it?” He wedges a third inside me and I can’t quite stifle my moan. “It didn’t stop you from demanding I fuck you with my tongue earlier.”

  “That’s not fair.” I’m bracing myself on the couch on either side of him now, trying to lift my hips to ride his fingers, to drive him deeper.

  Derek bands his free arm around my waist and pins me down. “So fucking shameless. You’d ride my hand to orgasm right in front of him, wouldn’t you?”

  His words feed something dark and hungry inside me. This is just a game. We have permission. But he’s right; it doesn’t make this feel any less wrong. Deliciously wrong.

  “Maybe we should stop.” But as I say it, I take my hands off the couch and stroke them over his arm. I’m touching Derek. “In…just a minute.”

  He withdraws his fingers. I have half a second to make a protesting noise and then Derek topples me onto the couch. The couch is wide enough for him to lie partially at my side and he wedges himself between me and the back of it.

  Just like that, we’re kissably close, and this feels a whole lot more intimate than just sitting on his lap. His gaze drops to my lips. I half expect him to ask permission, but we’ve blown past that several times today already.

  Derek kisses me like he has every right to. No hesitation. No reluctance. He takes my mouth like it was his all along, cupping my jaw to angle my head exactly where he wants it so he can plunge deep. He tastes like whiskey, and I’m suddenly afraid that I’m going to get drunk off him.

  I shouldn’t be too eager. I should display some reluctance. But then, I’ve never been that skilled at being good, not when I can be bad.

  I kiss him back with all the pent-up longing I haven’t allowed myself to feel. He’s nothing like Grayson. My husband is controlled in everything he does, even being wild. His kisses reflect that. Derek’s is consuming in a way I don’t know if I’ll survive. Like he’s snapped his leash and he’s not going to stop until he’s exhausted, which will take a hell of a long time.

  I can’t wait.

  Chapter 5

  Derek finally leans back, and we’re both panting as we stare at each other. His eyes contain something that’s almost like amazement. “The things I’m going to do to you, Emma.”

  “Do them,” I whisper.

  “I don’t know if thirty-six hours is enough.” He shakes his head, looking dazed. “It’ll have to be.” As if the deadline spurs him on, he kisses me again and snakes his hand down my stomach to slide into my panties again. This time, he’s not teasing. He tries a few different motions out of stroking my clit before he finds the one I like, a soft back and forth that will get me to the edge in no time. He keeps kissing me all the while, drawing my pleasure tighter and tighter, until I’m moaning and would be begging if his tongue wasn’t in my mouth.

  Derek shifts down to kiss my jaw, using his touch to turn my face to the side. “Look at him, baby.” He murmurs. “You’re about to come on my fingers. Not his.”

  I meet Grayson’s gaze as my orgasm takes me, catching a glimpse of something almost tormented before the pleasure becomes too great and I have to close my eyes. Derek draws it out, sending wave after wave coursing through my body until I feel positively boneless.

  He moves, shifting back to kneel between my legs, and running his hands lightly over my body, following the path of the lingerie. “As much as I appreciate the wrapping, how the fuck do I get this off?”

  Grayson answers before I can, his voice gone low and hungry. “It’s stretchy. Start at the top.”

  Derek takes him at his word. He carefully fists the straps holding everything in place and tugs it down over my shoulders. The lingerie clings, and I half expect him to jerk it, but he moves methodically, easing it over my body inch by inch, freeing my breasts and then tugging it down my stomach and over my hips. A few seconds later, he’s got my legs free and I’m completely naked.

  Somehow this feels a thousand times dirtier than wearing the extravagant lingerie. No one but Grayson has seen me like this, without a single bit of clothing and flushed from orgasm, in nearly a decade.

  Derek smooths his hands up my legs. “Oh yeah, I like the present a lot, Grayson.” He reaches the tops of my thighs and parts my pussy with his thumbs. “So pretty and pink and wet just for me.” He licks his lips.

  “I want your mouth.” I hardly sound like myself.

  “One last order of business.” He doesn’t stop touching me, doesn’t stop exploring me with his thumbs as if he didn’t have his fingers inside me a few short minutes ago. “Grayson said you’re on birth control.”

  I blink. I don’t know why, out of everything, it surprises me that my husband talked
about my birth control with the man he wanted me to fuck. “Um, yes.”

  “I’ve been tested recently.” His expression is painfully serious. “But if you’re not comfortable with me going bare, I won’t.”

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  “She’s comfortable with it,” Grayson says.

  eat flushes through my body at the idea of Derek’s cock inside me without a condom. “It’s reckless.” I reach down and hook the top of his lounge pants. “I’d have to be so reckless to let you fill me up.”

  “That’s Emma’s way of saying she’s comfortable with it,” Grayson says drily.

  Derek’s eyes darken as he watches me work his pants down his hips, making no move to help or hinder me. “Do you like the idea of going back to him while you’re all filled up with my come, baby?”

  I have to pause because I can’t catch my breath. It’s like he’s tapping into my filthiest fantasies. “Sounds like you’re trying to make this pussy yours.”

  Derek’s grin has my heart skipping a few beats. “For the next thirty-six hours, that’s exactly what it is. My pussy.” He braces one hand next to me and runs his other possessively over my body. Pussy, stomach, ribs, breasts, finally settling against my throat for the barest moment. “My Emma.”

  I give his pants another shove, and he finally decides to help me, both of us engaging in a quick awkward shuffle that results in him naked. And holy shit. I prop myself up on my elbows so I can take him in, and Derek stays kneeling to let me look my fill.

  He’s breathtaking. I’ve seen him plenty of times without his shirt, but seeing his thick torso leads into a thick cock framed by thick thighs… Perfection. He’s fucking perfect.

  Grayson’s gifted in the cock area, too, but they’re shaped different. Derek’s dick has a curve that makes my whole body go tight. Or maybe I’m just going out of my mind at the idea of another cock inside me. At Derek’s cock inside me.

  I reach up, distantly noting that my hand is shaking, and run it down his broad chest and rounded stomach. A simple touch, but one I’ve never allowed myself. Touching leads to other things, and that was always a place I’d never allow myself to go. Now it’s a nonissue; at least until the morning after Christmas.