Coming Clean

by Inez Kelley

  Coming Clean

  By Inez Kelley

  Coming clean never felt so good…

  Grant and Vivi Michaelson share everything in their marriage: love, commitment—and their wildest sexual desires. But their relationship is tested when Vivi admits she wants a threesome with Grant’s old friend Cade, proposing their annual trip to the lake as the perfect opportunity to fulfill her fantasy.

  All three of them are aroused by the idea. Vivi and Cade have long felt a smoldering attraction to each other…and Grant and Cade have hidden an illicit desire for decades. Going through with the ménage will test their boundaries, reveal old secrets…and maybe tear them apart. After all, there might be room for Cade in bed, but is there room for a third in their marriage?

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  Contents

  Copyright

  Grant’s Butterflies

  Vivi’s Reservations

  Cade’s Gift

  Cade Battles Confusion

  Grant Opens the Door

  Cade Crosses a Line

  Vivi Gets Her Fantasy

  Three to One

  One for All

  About the Author

  Grant’s Butterflies

  How do you ask your best friend to fuck your wife?

  Grant slathered olive oil across the hot grill in a burst of nerves. He shouldn’t be sweating this. Cade had been his buddy since fourth grade, his college roommate, his best man when he married Vivi. They’d been through first beers, first girlfriends and first fuck-ups. They knew far too much about each other to have secrets. But this wasn’t a secret—it was a fantasy.

  Vivi’s fantasy.

  Well, it had started that way.

  He lined the ribs on the grill and let his gaze drift to the patio door, catching sight of Vivi carrying a plastic basket toward the laundry room. Even after ten years of marriage, he was head over ass in love with her. She was his other half, and each day with her was a gift. Every curve of her body, each tiny freckle he knew by heart. There wasn’t one thing about her he hadn’t memorized, from her sleepy sigh as she drifted to dreamland to the shuffle of her feet in the morning. He could never give her up. He’d never share her with anybody…unless that was what she wanted.

  Vivi wanted Cade.

  Actually, she wanted them both at the same time.

  That and more.

  So did Grant.

  Which scared the shit out of him.

  Vivi stepped into the backyard, carrying a steaming pan, and his breath jammed in his lungs. Greedily, he lapped up the way the sunlight turned her pony-tailed hair to old penny auburn and kissed her cheeks with health. A smudge of barbeque sauce along her wrist highlighted the delicate bones, and his mouth longed to feel the pulse there. Beneath a mint green T-shirt, her high breasts pressed tightly, outlined by the lace edging of her bra.

  She handed him a saucepan and a brush, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. “We don’t have to do this.”

  “Ribs would be kind of plain without the sauce,” he teased.

  Her eyebrow quirked upward. “You know what I’m talking about.”

  “I know.” Grant lovingly thumbed the single dimple that appeared with her smile.

  For a long minute, she studied his face, searching for something. He deliberately kept his expression blank. He should have known better. Vivi could sniff out a Christmas gift in July.

  “Are you sure you’re okay with idea of the three of us?”

  He jerked the grill lid up and slapped a brushful of dark red sauce across the ribs. “I told you what I…what happened when we were kids, between Cade and me.”

  He’d told her about that teenaged experiment right after they got married. She’d never judged him. It had opened the way for more personal, deeper discussions of their sexual pasts, their fantasies. That freedom wove itself into their marriage, and he’d always enjoyed listening to her dreams. Some of them he helped her enact, others he adapted as best he could. She did the same for him. Like that cheerleader outfit she bought a few years ago…He got hard just remembering what she’d done with those pompoms.

  Her arms slid around his waist, her breasts pressed tight to his back, and kissed his shoulder through his shirt. “Yeah, but that was a long time ago. This is now. Do you still want everything you told me about?”

  Grant fixed his eyes on the sizzling ribs but didn’t see them. He saw only the night this idea had been born.

  Vivi’s body had shuddered as the aftershocks of orgasm ricocheted through her. Every muscle had gone limp, her thighs releasing the vise-like hold they’d had around his hips.

  “Ride ’em, cowgirl.” He chuckled as her sweat-damp naked body collapsed beside him.

  She poked his side. “You didn’t seem to mind playing horsey.”

  “Hell, no. I’ll play any game you like.”

  She snuggled up beside him, kissing his heaving chest. She swooped her long hair over her shoulder and propped her chin on her laced fingers. “Anything?”

  With his eyes closed, he felt her stare rather than saw it. “Anything.”

  He didn’t need his sight to know her cheeks colored when she turned her face away and said, “Never mind.”

  “Come on, what?”

  “I just…I don’t want you to get mad.”

  The silky skin of her back slid under his palm. “I won’t.”

  “Promise?” she asked. He nodded and she took a slow breath. “I was kind of…fantasizing.”

  He cracked one eye and smiled. “Care to share it?”

  A slight firming of her muscles tightened his stomach in anticipation. Vivi fingered his hair. “Okay, here goes…remember your promise. I was thinking about…a threesome…with two men.”

  Grant cocked his head at her. “Was I one of them? Ouch!”

  Vivi smoothed the lock of hair she’d just tugged. “Of course you were.”

  “So who was the other guy? That actor that makes you drool?”

  “Does it really matter?” Vivi nibbled her lip and looked away.

  “Yeah, I want to know.” She wouldn’t turn her face toward him and her evasiveness piqued his curiosity. “Vivi, tell me.”

  She brought her gaze back to his. “It was Cade.”

  His bones turned to sheetrock. “Cade? Uh, what was he—I mean, what were we doing?”

  “You’re mad.”

  “No, I’m not. I’m just curious.”

  “I was riding him. And kissing you.” Her fingers caresse
d his cheekbone, across his lips and over his Adam’s apple. “Just before I came on his cock, you moved behind me and—”

  “Fucked your ass?” His voice growled deeper as the fantasy image burst into his mind. His spent balls began to tingle, blood rerouting to stiffen his softened cock.

  “Uh, no.” Vivi tugged the sheet over her hip. “Although I might borrow that fantasy for later…after I’ve had a bit to drink. You bit me the way I like. I could feel your fingers on my clit, your teeth in my neck, and the pulse of Cade’s cock inside me. That’s like the ultimate high. I guess it’s hard for a man to understand but it was…wow.”

  “I can imagine.” Something taboo, forbidden and tempting swelled in Grant’s chest. Her shared fantasy took on new life in his mind. A startling and vivid picture painted itself before his mind’s eye and his mouth took off without thought. “I have imagined it.”

  Vivi sat up, leaning over him, a questioning look on her face. “You’ve fantasized about us with another man?”

  “No.” Sudden fear held his tongue. Did he dare tell her what flashed in his head? It was the first time he’d ever let those words be fully thought out, let alone spoken. His hands buried in soft hair, hips thrusting toward the hot, tempting mouth sucking him. That hair morphs from auburn to blond, the lips around his cock sliding from feminine to masculine, the fingers cupping his balls shifting from slender and soft to callused and strong. “Promise you won’t get mad…or anything?”

  “Promise.” She smiled.

  “I…when you said…” Grant sucked in a deep breath and blurted it out. “I wonder what being with Cade would be like…me with Cade.”

  “You mean like…as lovers?”

  “Yeah.” He braced for her disapproval. “Does that make me…queer?”

  A tenderness softened her brow and she stroked his shoulder. “Honey, of course not. It doesn’t make you less of a man to admit what you’re feeling. And look at Cade, he’s bisexual and there’s not one wimpy, flaming queer bone in his body. You’ve never thought less of him for his orientation, why would you doubt your own?”

  “I’m not bi.” His forceful admission had raised her brow, but there was no censure in her look. The fingertip she stroked through his chest hair soothed him with hypnotic rhythm. “The idea of fucking another guy—or getting fucked—is just…no, that thought turns my stomach. But with Cade, I don’t know, Vivi, it doesn’t sound…unappealing.”

  “He watches you. He’d die if you knew it, but Cade wants you, honey.”

  “I’ve seen it,” he whispered, letting the half-glimpsed looks rush back to his mind, ripple through him with an illicit power. “I just never thought…I’d want him like that.”

  The familiar heady fragrance of their bed after lovemaking filled his nose as she shifted, leaning over him. Her nude body was backlit by the moonlight, gilding her profile with silver. A naughty glimmer sparkled in her eyes. “In this fantasy, do I at least get to watch?”

  “Vivi.” He groaned and started to roll away, mortified to have given words to such a thrilling but alien act. Her hand on his hip stopped his roll and he sagged against the mattress. “Yes, okay? It’s the three of us together, like you said just…with me and Cade…touching.”

  “Tell me the truth. Is this something you’d really like to happen? Would you really want a threesome with Cade?”

  His breath grew ragged and he nodded.

  Vivi shook her head. “No, Grant. Tell me, so there are no misunderstandings.”

  “I want it. I want to watch him fuck you.” His voice growled low and sensual even to his own ears. Tugging her across his chest, he sucked the salty, damp skin beneath her jaw. “Every time you two danced, I’d wonder what it would be like to watch you under him, naked, spread open and wet. I want you to come for him, listen to you cry out his name, know he’s inside you, feeling your tight little pussy squeeze around him.”

  Her purr vibrated under his lips. “Oh yes. I want to taste him…I want to taste him on your mouth, Grant.”

  His kiss faltered just a bit as a wave of new heat flushed through his body. “You want…me to…suck his cock?”

  “Don’t you want to?”

  “I don’t know what I want.”

  Oxygen heaved and whizzed with his fast breathing. Vivi slid down his stomach, cradled his cock in the slick folds of her just-fucked pussy and ground into him like a cat in full heat. “Do you want to kiss Cade, be kissed by him?”

  “Yes.” He nipped at her lips and could taste the smile in her voice.

  “Will you let him touch you? Do you want to feel his hard prick in your hand and know it’s hard for you?”

  She swallowed his soft groan. “Yes. Just like before.”

  For a long minute, her tongue swirled with his as his cock grew harder and thicker next to her pussy. Taut nipples scraped across his chest and he cupped her breasts, bringing those tight points to his lips. She hissed in pleasure as his teeth snagged one tip, sucking it inside his mouth.

  “Good, honey, so good. Mmm, what’s Cade like naked? Is he built like you?”

  Every locker room glance, every shower after baseball practice, every half-nude glimpse in the dorm room came roaring back. One teenaged memory surpassed them all.

  “Not cut, about the same size, maybe not as thick.” A warm wealth of juices coated his shaft. “You can’t wait to fuck him, can you? I can feel your pussy getting wetter just thinking about it.”

  “I want you there. I want to feel him inside me and look in your eyes. I want your fingers on my clit when he’s fucking me. I want you both to bring me off. I want to watch him suck your cock while you’re licking my pussy.”

  Cade’s lips gliding along his shaft, his tongue licking at the head. A hot shudder worked Grant’s shoulders.

  “Bad girl,” he murmured, electric twinges shooting through his bloodstream.

  He was a married man with a healthy, active sex life. He’d tasted himself on his wife before, on her lips or her thighs. The taste wasn’t foreign in and of itself. What would Cade taste like? Could he suck Cade’s dick? Could he let Cade come in his mouth? The imagined flavor was different, deeper, more male, more robust. Mixed with the fantasized-salt of Cade’s skin, it was an aphrodisiac. “Maybe I’ll suck him while he licks you instead.”

  Even outside her body, he felt the clench of her inner muscles at his words. He grabbed her hips and rolled her beneath him, sinking deep into her hot pussy with a solid stroke. She arched into him with a moan. His thrusts were hard, harder than he’d ever been with her. Forbidden erotic sensations coursed through him, and he poured every drop of lust into his hips, driving inside her.

  She wrapped her legs around him and met each stroke. “God, yes, fuck me, Grant.”

  “Me? Or Cade? Who are you thinking of right now, Vivi?”

  “You. Just you. But I do want him. I want you both at the same time.”

  His kiss mimicked his fucking, his tongue sweeping forcefully into her mouth. He growled against her lips. “No other man has ever fucked your ass, and no one will. Your ass belongs to me.”

  “Only you,” she gasped, squeezing around him. “Do you want to fuck Cade? Do you want to fuck his ass?”

  “Goddamn, yes!” A powerful boom of want racked his bones, and his balls drew tight. Pushing up on his hands, he increased his thrusts. The slap of moist, naked skin on skin filled the room. The sweet, tight glove of her pussy was so familiar to him—the heat, the silky walls, the perfect fit around his shaft—that the sudden mental flash of an untried, well-muscled ass shocked him. Orgasmic tingles boiled deep in his balls.

  “Do you want him to fuck you?”

  He froze, cock throbbing hard inside her, stomach quivering with need. Could he let anyone, even Cade, fuck his ass? He felt strange when Vivi used her fingers while sucking him. He liked it but it felt foreign. “I…I don’t know, Vivi…Maybe…I don’t know.”

  Her hands slid up his arms, gripping his shoulders, and her lips fell to h
is chest. “Grant, please. I’m close, honey, so close.”

  She had been close. Only a few more strokes had her bucking beneath him, her pussy rhythmically gripping and milking him. His own rushing orgasm had left stars swirling in his vision. He just wasn’t sure which mental image had pushed him over the edge—fucking Vivi’s pussy or Cade’s ass.

  “Grant! The ribs!” Vivi’s cry jerked him from the memory and to the thickening bark along the bones.

  “Shit,” he murmured, flipping the rack. “It’s okay, they didn’t burn.”

  “Pay attention. I’m going to go transfer the laundry and nuke the beans.”

  He grabbed her hand as she stepped away. He made certain to look directly into her eyes. “If the chance comes up, I’ll mention it. I want this, Vivi, all of it.”

  She popped a fast kiss across his mouth as a truck rumbled to a stop. A door slammed and a whistle filled the air. Cade Lorens rounded the garage with a wide grin on his tanned face. He still had the same boyish pep in his step he’d had back when he and Grant used to sneak into the treehouse with stolen Hustlers and Playboys.

  Vivi shaded her eyes against the rapidly setting sun. “About time you showed up.”

  “Just in time to do nothing but eat.” Grant snickered.

  “Sorry, the sawmill had its hooks in me.” Cade caught Vivi around the waist and smacked a loud kiss on her cheek. “Hello, beautiful. Tell me he’s not cooking tonight. I’m starving and can’t stomach the idea of his pathetic attempt at culinary skills.”

  “Says Captain Chef Boyardee,” Grant grumped good-naturedly.

  Cade scoffed. “Lean Cuisine is so much better than that canned stuff.”

  Vivi pushed at Cade’s shoulders with a wrinkle on her nose. “Dinner is almost ready and I cooked. He’s just browning and basting. I’ll start bringing out the other stuff. Want a beer?”

  “God, I’d love one.” Cade groaned. “I never should’ve introduced you two and just kept you for myself. Viv, when are you going to leave this ass and run away with me?”