by K. A. Berg
His warm, sticky cum slipped out of me, and I giggled, picturing it running down Adam’s balls.
“What’s so funny?” Matteo asked.
Adam’s groggy voice filled the air. “Hundred bucks says she’s laughing about your cum running down my balls.” There was a bite of annoyance in his words at the end, but I laughed harder.
“Yup.” I popped the ‘P’ with no shame.
Matteo’s laugh mingled with mine as he gently lifted me off Adam’s lap and dick. Adam’s cum dripped from me, mixing with Matteo’s.
He laid me on the bed as Adam strode across the room. I couldn’t help but watch the way his firm ass muscles flexed as he walked. The sound of water running filled the air, and Adam returned a moment later, giving me a glorious view of his naked body as he handed a damp towel to Matteo. “Thank you,” I said as my eyes zeroed in on the divots of his V muscle that lead to a very nice package. I tried to take in as much as I could before he headed back into the bathroom for a second time. No wonder the female population of Seattle loved him so much.
“Did you enjoy it?” Matteo asked as he skimmed the towel across my skin, wiping away the mess they made.
I closed my eyes and smiled. “I loved it.”
He pulled a robe off the chair in the corner and helped me slip it on before he stepped into a pair of pants. His hands were warm as he leaned down and cupped my face between his palms. “You were so amazing.” He kissed my lips. “So sexy.” Kiss. “So beautiful.” Kiss. “Thank you.”
I chuckled against his lips. “I should be thanking you.”
“Are you weirded out about Adam?” he asked sincerely.
The answer was quick and easy. I shook my head. “Not at all. I can see why you thought he would be the right one.”
Adam strode back into the room. His hair was wet as if he just stole a quick shower, and he held a duffle bag in his hand. He walked over to us and kissed my forehead. “Thank you for letting me be a part of this with you guys.” He smiled affectionately at me and then Matt. “It was something amazing. I think it’s time for me to head out, though.”
He shook hands with Matteo and smiled back at me as he grabbed a pile of clothing from the chair. “I’ll see you guys soon.”
Then he was out the door as if he hadn’t just been having mind-blowing sex with me moments before.
“We have the room for the night,” Matteo said. “Why don’t we stay here.”
I could definitely enjoy a night away from home. “Sounds wonderful. Besides, I don’t think I could stand if I tried.”
My husband’s rich laugh resonated off the walls as he pulled the blankets back, and we crawled in for the night.
Chapter Nineteen
Matteo
“It’s always so hard to leave them.” Natalie was pouting in the passenger seat as we turned back onto the highway to head back to Seattle.
We’d just left the camp after visiting the kids for parents’ weekend, and we would see them again in two weeks, but Natalie was right, it never got easier for her to leave them.
She sighed. “When did they get so big? As much as they keep us running all over, it still feels like they were born last week.”
“It sure does,” I agreed, but Natalie was in her head, thinking about something as she stared out the window.
The car was silent for a moment before she shocked the shit out of me. “Do you ever wish we had more children? I mean . . . I know that we have two, but with them going through everything together at the same time, do you feel like we missed out on more? We’re both still young, we could have another.”
It took a herculean effort not to crash the car into the side of the bridge. We’ve had this conversation in the past, granted we haven’t had it in almost a decade, but we had decided that we were good with Jackson and Emma.
“We’ve talked about this, love,” I reminded her. “We decided that we had all we needed in Jackson and Emma. Do you really want another baby or do you feel as though the kids are growing up and we can’t stop it?”
She rested her elbow on the ledge of the car door and laid her head in her hand. “No, I don’t really want another one, but I’d be lying if I said that the idea of it wasn’t appealing. We were so young and scared and stressed back then. Having one now would be a different story. Mostly, I feel like I’m losing my babies to the big bad world, and I want to keep them little for as long as possible. There about to be teenagers, and my heart can’t handle it.”
Reaching over the center console, I gripped her hand. “That’s what happens, sweetheart. They get bigger and grow up. It will happen with every child we have.”
She sighed again. “I know.”
“We can still spend all the time you’d like pretending to make them.”
She chuckled and squeezed my hand. “Oh yeah? What else have you cooked up in that mind of yours? The last thing you planned out was a phenomenal experience.”
It had been a week since our night with Adam. We talked about it the morning after, but we didn’t discuss the possibility of more of them. “I’m not currently planning anything. I feel like we’ve crossed a lot of things off our bucket list.” Blindfolds. Toys. Binding. Anal. Threesomes. We’d done a lot to expand our horizons in just a few months. “But let me ask you this . . . that night with Adam . . . was that something you want to do often or was it just a one-time thing?”
“As in with Adam again or with someone else?”
“Either or,” I replied. “Although, we’d have to have a serious discussion about who we would bring in. It was stressful for me when I was trying to figure things out.”
She considered things for a couple of moments. “It was something I wanted to experience, but I don’t know if I would want that all the time. I’m not sure if I would’ve enjoyed myself with someone other than Adam, but if we keep inviting Adam to have sex with us, I worry how that would change the dynamic of our friendship with him, yours especially.”
I’d seen Adam three times since the night with Natalie. The first time, he strolled into the locker room of the gym and greeted me with a fist bump and, “What’s up” as usual, but I had expected that.
Before Natalie arrived at the hotel, Adam and I had a conversation about how the aftermath of it would be. We decided that, unless something went terribly wrong, we’d act the same as always.
“I agree,” I nodded then chuckled. “It isn’t as if we are trying to be a throuple. Although, I promised Adam we’d have dinner soon. He’s concerned that if you guys don’t see each other soon, things will get weird.”
My eyes drifted to the side quickly to try to catch her expression while also keeping my eyes on the road. She didn’t seem to show any signs of unease at the idea of hanging out with Adam. Not that I thought she was going to, but it was still nice to have conformation that she was okay with Adam. “Sounds good. Let me know when.”
“I will.” We needed to finish our discussion. “Back to the threesomes—”
Natalie answered before I could finish the question. “I say we play by ear. If we find ourselves in a situation where the opportunity arises and we feel comfortable, we can go for it. I don’t think we need to worry about it so much.” When she turned to face me, she had a bright smile on her lips. “I know how much you love to plan stuff, and everything you’ve put together along the ride has been amazing, but we don’t have to have all the plans all the time. Sometimes it’s sexy to be spontaneous.”
My smile mirrored hers as I merged into the right-hand lane.
“Spontaneous can be sexy, huh?” I asked, flicking the turn signal and breaking to take the off ramp.
Natalie pursed her lips and she looked at me expectantly. Her tone dripped with devilishness and curiosity. “What’re you doing?”
“Being spontaneous.”
She fidgeted in her seat and glanced at the sign for the rest area as we passed it. I pulled the car into a spot at the far end of the parking lot where there were no other cars, put it
in park, and then moved my seat as far back as it would go.
“Hitch that dress up and come ride my cock,” I told her, freeing my dick from my pants. “You should probably hurry too. Never know when someone could pull up next to us.”
We hastily shuffled to put everything back into place when a police car pulled into the parking lot and started driving around, patrolling.
Thank god, we had already finished.
“Man, I had forgot how fun doing it in the car was.”
Natalie snorted. “Funny, because I had forgot how awkward and uncomfortable it was. My head might possibly have a few bumps tomorrow.”
Her head kept hitting the roof, and when I accidentally pressed the horn and startled her, she hit the window too.
I shrugged. “That’s the price of spontaneity.”
As we neared home, Natalie suggested meeting with Adam tonight. “See if he wants to come for some barbeque and beers. Is there a Mariner’s game on tonight?”
“Yeah, there is. Text him.”
She had his number. I didn’t want anything to be weird between them. I wanted their interactions to be business as usual. Before having sex with him, Natalie would’ve asked him herself, so there was no reason to change that expectation.
Adam arrived two hours later, and as he was climbing from his car, the delivery guy pulled into the driveway.
“I thought we we’re grilling?” he asked, hitching a thumb over his shoulder. That had been the plan, but as soon as we had gotten home, Natalie decided she just wanted to veg on the couch.
“Someone gave me a concussion this afternoon, so I didn’t want to cook or clean anything,” Natalie called from the living room. “Pizza is better for the soul anyway.”
He rushed into the living room and looked Natalie over. “How’d you get a concussion?” His concern was genuine, which made Nat an ass for joking like that.
“She doesn’t have a concussion,” I yelled back as I grabbed the pizza from the delivery guy and handed him a tip. “Thanks.”
“I could have,” Nat continued.
Dropping the pizza off in the kitchen, I rounded the corner and glared. “I didn’t hear you complaining at the time.”
Adam chuckled and shook his head. “Jeez, you guys. What’d you get into this time?”
Natalie smiled. “The car.”
“What are you, sixteen?” Adam laughed. “And car sex kind of sucks. It’s cramped and you never have enough room to move. Now, a nice BJ in the car, on the other hand, is awesome.”
Nat nodded and stood to hug Adam. “That’s what I said. I wouldn’t say it sucked, but it’s so awkward and confined.”
A look passed between them as they greeted one another.
He looked into Natalie’s eyes as he asked, “Are we good?”
She smiled and nodded, not a trace of lie or hesitation in her expression. “Of course. I’m glad it was you, and I’m glad you know how to use your tongue so damn well.”
He smirked, but I swore his cheeks turned a bit pink. “You and the rest of the Seattle women.”
I stifled my laugh with a slice of pizza and joined them in the living room.
Chapter Twenty
Natalie
The air was thicker than I’d expected it to be, and the inside was covered completely in cedar planks. It was like being in a log cabin, surrounded by humid mist. It felt strange to enjoy the feeling of it on my face. Normally, I hated being encased in hot sticky air, but in this way, it made sense.
It relaxed me a bit as we sat next to each other on the built-in benches. We scooted into the corner. My legs tossed over Matteo’s as I lay across the seat. There weren’t many people in the sauna, so I could get away with it.
Matt’s fingers drifted over my calves, sending goose bumps up my body. He rubbed in little circles. It felt wonderful. “People are going to think I’m rubbing a different part of your body.”
“You should rub a different part of my body,” I purred. His touch felt hot and left a blaze of sensation in its wake. “That actually sounds like a perfect idea. Let’s do that.”
His ministrations moved farther up my thigh. My core clenched, wanting some kind of contact bad.
“Patience, love.” He cooed as he kneaded the bottom of my heel. It was also as if he forgot that he teased me all day. It started in the car to see the kids, and he dropped hot little promises in my ear at every turn while we were at the camp. “I’ve reserved one of the swing rooms for tonight. The wait will be worth it. I researched some ways to have fun with the sex swing.” Whatever he was thinking about, it promised me pleasure. I couldn’t be more interested. “There’s one thing in particular that I want to try.” The pads of his fingers rubbed circles into the arch of my foot. “Your hands are wound in, your feet are right next to them, and your pussy is exposed to me as you hang there, completely at my mercy. Just like with the spreader only I’ll be able to fuck you deep and hard.”
He was painting a hot vision and tempting me with lofty promises. Those had been some of my best orgasms I’d ever had, so if he wants to try to top them, I wouldn’t protest.
I sat up and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. A hundred times yes.”
He chuckled. “Aren’t you eager, naughty girl?” The desire in his voice whispered up my arms. “We’ve got time. Let’s relax first. I know you need a few minutes to decompress.”
He was referring to my whiplashing of emotions after seeing the kids. Two weeks was a long time to go without seeing your kids in person. We FaceTimed regularly, but it wasn’t nearly the same as holding and hugging my babies.
He had switched feet and was massaging my right one. I loved how he anticipated all my needs. He knew the toll of these visits on my emotions. It was getting worse as they grew. I knew they’d be leaving the nest for good in the blink of an eye and I wanted to hold them close. Never let them go. My heart didn’t care that the kids were fine and happy. It missed their sweet faces. It was hard to leave them.
“The kids looked so much more grown up.” I’d sworn they had aged five years in the last fourteen days.
Matteo nodded his agreement and crept his fingers up the side of my calf. “Jackson seemed to be an inch taller.”
He definitely did. “And do you see the lip-gloss on Emma? She looked like a little lady in her stage makeup.”
“It always amazes me how great she is up on stage.” Matt smiled fondly. Emma played Glenda the Good Witch in today’s performance of the Wizard of Oz.
A moan slipped from my lips when Matt dragged his nails down the back of my leg.
I tried to concentrate. “Jackson almost had a bull’s-eye.” He looked like a pro with that bow today. He was almost there and should be proud.
Matt’s fingers drifted higher and higher up my leg until he reached the apex of my thighs. A finger glided through my folds to my nub. He rubbed. “I found the bull’s-eye.”
My legs fell open in invitation. I wanted to come so bad. My vagina had become super greedy. It wanted Matteo—all the time. It was a feat to make it through the day without seeking out my husband for sex. We’d definitely opened the door to a whole new world where we were entirely different people.
“You need it bad, don’t you?” I could practically hear the smile in Matteo’s voice. It dripped with all that male rawness he seemed to exude at all times these days.
It took a thumb, two fingers, and less than three minutes to have me spasming around his digits and crying out his name.
Matt licked his fingers as I caught my breath. “That should tide you over for a few, my greedy girl.”
He stood and guided me up from the bench. “Come on. Let’s go see if our room is ready.”
As we walked toward the locker room, I felt eyes on me. Glancing back, I saw a man who I’d seen quite a few times before. He’d been in the expo rooms watching us one time, and another time, he was sitting on the couch jerking himself off as Matt pulled orgasm after orgasm from my body. This time, he was in the far
corner of the sauna, his eyes tracking us as we exited.
He didn’t shrink away from my attention or turn away as if ashamed that I’d caught him staring. It must be part of his kink, so I tried not to think about him and focused on the fun about to come.
We dressed quickly, anxious to get to the swing room. The red light was on above the door. “Damn it,” I swore, grumpy that I had to wait when I was already revved and itching to go.
Matteo wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. “Relax, love.” His voice was laced with laughter. “Let’s go get a drink or two at the bar and wait. I’m still going to trestle you up and have my way with your pretty little pussy.”
I sucked in a breath. “Promise?”
His chest rumbled with his happiness. “I think we’ve created a monster.”
My brows rose, and my lips tipped into a smirk. “Maybe you have.”
We turned back toward the lounge, and I grabbed a seat on one of the empty sofas. Matteo made his way over to the bar, and I watched as he ordered our drinks before turning his attention to where I was sitting.
He caressed me with his eyes, letting them roam up my legs to my chest. He drank his fill of me, stroking the fire from across the room, until a man I hadn’t seen before broke into our haze.
Matteo greeted him, and they spoke as if they were old friends.
“That’s Cole Masterson.” A deep voice wafted over me. “He’s one of the owners.”
I looked back over my shoulder and found the watcher from the sauna. I shouldn’t have referred to him as the watcher. It wasn’t nice since, without people who liked to watch, people to be watched couldn’t get off as hard.
He sat in the space next to me. Not too close but close enough to carry on a conversation. “You looked as if you were trying to figure out who your husband was speaking with or how you could murder him for holding up your big plans. I figured I’d help you with one of those.”