“Me too.”
I ran my fingers along her upper arm. “Don’t tell anyone, though, or I think they’ll revoke my gay card.”
“I won’t tell a soul. I promise.”
“Good.” I smiled, lifted her chin and kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around me again. Barely breaking the kiss, I murmured, “We can still do this, right? Even if we’re not—”
“Oh, honey.” She grazed my lips with hers. “The way you kiss? I am not going to say no.”
“Well, in that case…”
Okay, so maybe I was a little bit bi. Enough that I could enjoy lying here and kissing her, enough that having her naked body pressed up against mine was a lot less weird than it probably should have been. I didn’t want to have sex with her, and she didn’t turn me on the way Gabe did, but what wasn’t to love about warm skin and soft, lazy kisses?
Eventually, we parted and settled on the pillows but didn’t let each other go.
Kendra swept her tongue across her lips. “You mind if I ask something personal?”
“We’re naked in bed together, and my husband and I are trying to knock you up. I’m pretty sure nothing qualifies as too personal anymore.”
“Fair point.” She clasped my hand loosely between our chests. “So, I don’t know much about Islam. I’m curious—how does that work with you being gay?”
“It kind of depends on who you ask. I struggled with it for a long time because there’s such mixed messages coming from the clerics and scholars, and my family struggled pretty hard with it. But eventually, I made peace with it.”
“And obviously your family did too.”
“Oh yeah.” I smiled. “Gabe is actually the reason my parents accepted my sexuality.”
“How’s that?”
“Has he ever told you how we met?”
“Not the whole story, apparently.”
I couldn’t help chuckling as I thought back to our earliest years. “We were both taking a comparative religions class in college. I was the only Muslim in the class, and Gabe asked if he could buy me a drink in exchange for asking me some questions about Islam.” I laughed. “I told him his first lesson was that Muslims don’t drink.”
“Oh, he must have turned the most adorable shade of red.”
“He so did.” In fact, I was pretty sure I was doing that myself right then. “I think that might’ve been the moment I fell in love with him. Didn’t even know him at that point, but he was so cute, and he seemed genuinely interested in learning about Islam.”
“So you took him up on it?”
I nodded. “We went for coffee. That turned into staying out so late, neither of us did any studying that night. A few nights later, we did it again. The third time, I asked if this was a religious discussion or a date, and he just grinned and asked why it couldn’t be both.”
“Aww.” She squeezed my hand and kissed it. “You two have always been so cute. I’m not surprised you started out that way.”
My cheeks were on fire now. “Yeah. Anyway. When I was home for spring break, I sat my parents down and told them that I’d met someone, and that we were dating seriously. My father wasn’t thrilled, but after I told them how we’d met, he just kind of stopped in his tracks. A few days later, he came to me and said he’d talked to the imam about it, and they’d agreed that the fact that it was Islam that had brought Gabe and me together meant that it was Allah’s will.”
“Wow.” She blinked. “That’s surprisingly sweet. I mean, your parents seemed wonderful when I met them, but that sounds like they must’ve done a lot of soul-searching to get to that point.”
“They did. And they’ve adored Gabe from day one.”
“Well, really. Can you blame them?”
“No.” I laughed. “Not at all.”
Her smiled faded a little. “You’re a lucky guy, Shahid. Gabe’s amazing.”
“I tell myself that every day, believe me.”
“As well you should.” She smirked. “Now if I could just squish the two of you together into one straight, single guy, then I could actually think about dating again.”
“Oh, you don’t want all our bad habits and annoying traits in—”
“Honey, have you seen the men I’ve dated?” She rolled her eyes. “Not to mention the one I married?”
I hesitated, not sure how much to let fly about that idiot who didn’t know what a great woman he had. “Still, I’m sure you could do much better than us.” I gently freed my hand and stroked her hair. “But in the meantime, you’ve got us to hang out with.”
She glanced down at our naked bodies and then met my gaze. “Doing more than hanging out these days.”
“True.”
“This does beat the hell out of Internet dating, though.”
“Even when one of us isn’t—”
She cut me off with a kiss. “Yes. Even then.”
I held her gaze, not sure exactly what to say to that. Maybe I didn’t need to say anything.
So I didn’t.
I just pulled her close and lost myself in her kiss again.
Somewhere out there was a man who would treat her right. And if he didn’t, he’d have Gabe and me to answer to, assuming there was anything left after Kendra got her hands on him.
But for the time being, she was happy with this arrangement.
And so was I.
Chapter Fifteen
Gabe
When I walked in the house after cross-country practice, the first thing I noticed was a shirt draped over the back of the couch. That was weird. Shahid was always on my case about not putting laundry into a hamper or a basket, but that was his shirt. A pair of shoes had also been left haphazardly beside the coffee table. Two pairs, actually.
And one of those pairs, I realized on second glance, were much smaller than the other.
And Kendra’s car was outside. And I knew damn well why she’d come over. But intending to hook up and actually hooking up were two very different things.
Slowly, I lifted my gaze to the ceiling, as if I could see through to the bedroom above.
No way. They actually…
I hurried upstairs. The bedroom door was partway open. I tapped it with my knuckle. “Shahid? Kendra?”
“In here,” Shahid said.
I pushed the door the rest of the way, and my jaw fell open. “Oh my God. You two really…”
“Well, sort of.” Kendra draped her arm over Shahid’s bare chest. “We…” She looked up at him.
He chuckled and, to my surprise, cupped the back of her head and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. Facing me again, he said, “Let’s just say we figured out I’m definitely gay, but we both kind of like this part.”
I blinked. “Which part?”
“This one, obviously.” Kendra cuddled closer to him and lifted her chin, and when their lips met again, lightning shot right through me. The sight of those two kissing would never get old. Especially if they apparently enjoyed it. Both of them.
Shahid turned to me. “You should probably join us, though.” He smoothed Kendra’s hair. “Someone needs some attention that you’re much more qualified to give.”
Kendra bit her lip, squirming beside him beneath the covers.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” I could not get out of these clothes fast enough, and before I’d even kicked off my shoes, I was thanking God I’d had the foresight to grab a shower after practice. And God was probably very happy to be mentioned in that, since I was sure He approved mightily of married gay men having threesomes with their female friends.
Whatever. Naked. Bed. Them.
I left my clothes where they’d fallen and slid into bed with Kendra between Shahid and me. I draped my arm over Kendra and kissed her—God, if I hadn’t been hard already, her eager tongue and soft lips would’ve had me there in a
heartbeat.
“Don’t I get a kiss too?” Shahid asked playfully.
“Uh, yeah.” I reached across Kendra and pulled him toward me. His kiss was hungry and needy just like it always was, but somehow more. The way it was when we hadn’t seen each other in a few days and were on the verge of tearing each other’s clothes off right there in the airport or the driveway or wherever we happened to be.
Kendra shifted between us. “Jesus. I could watch that all night.”
Shahid grinned against my lips and kissed me deeper, and I had no idea if it was for my benefit or hers, but I didn’t object at all.
Fingers closed around my cock. Then Shahid groaned softly, and I glanced down to see her stroking both of us as we made out above her. I rocked my hips, fucking her hand, and I suspected Shahid was doing the same, especially when he groaned again.
I broke the kiss and met his gaze. “Didn’t you say something about her needing attention only I could provide?”
“I did.” Shahid kissed me and then rested on his elbow beside her. “And I think you should. She certainly—” He gasped, closing his eyes. “Deserves it.”
“I think he needs more attention than I do,” she said, still stroking him slowly. “He already got me off once.”
“Did you?” I raised my eyebrows. “Well done.”
He chuckled, blushing slightly.
To Kendra, I said, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t do the same.” I kissed her lightly and then started down her neck. As I neared one nipple, Kendra moaned, but it was muffled.
I looked up, and…what a sight. Shahid kissing a woman? Kendra kissing Shahid?
And the mere thought of them making out while I licked her pussy made my dick unbearably hard, and I couldn’t wait, so I moved all the way down, pushed her legs apart, and—extra gently, knowing she’d already come once—went down on her.
Another muffled moan, and she grabbed Shahid’s shoulder. He cupped her face, and the dim light emphasized the contrast between their skin—his olive skin sprinkled with dark hairs against her much lighter complexion. Imagining them having sex was hot—pity I couldn’t have been there when they tried it, but watching them now and pleasing her at the same time was amazing.
I rested my weight on one arm, and now that my other hand was free, slipped two fingers inside her. She whimpered, clenching around me, and I glanced up again to see her gripping the back of Shahid’s neck, kissing him hungrily, and he was giving as good as he got.
I crooked my fingers inside her and teased that piercing for all I was worth. This time it was Shahid who moaned, and the sound gave me goose bumps—I could only imagine how passionately she was kissing him to make him shiver like that.
Kendra shuddered hard. “Oh God.”
I glanced up. Shahid was kissing her neck now, and she was stroking his very erect cock, and holy fuck, I’d never been this turned on in my life. Fucking her with my fingers, circling her piercing, I didn’t let up as she tensed, and tensed, and tensed, and—
“Fuck!” Her entire body almost levitated off the bed. She grabbed my hair, nails digging into my scalp, and tightened around my fingers until they could barely move at all.
I stopped when she sank onto the bed, panting and trembling. As I lifted myself up onto my arms, Shahid kissed her forehead, and then his eyes slid toward me. When I licked my lips, he shivered.
I started to come up to kiss her, but he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me. And he didn’t just kiss me, he dug his fingers into my neck, forced my mouth open with his tongue and kissed me. Holy shit.
He’d done that the other night too. Interesting. So he wasn’t into women after all, but it turned him on to taste her on me? Oh hell, I wasn’t going to question him. If it made him happy, and it made him kiss me like this… Nope, not questioning. Kneeling on our bed, with a very satisfied, breathless woman between us, we made out like this was the most erotic thing we’d ever experienced. Which it quite possibly was. And it wasn’t over yet.
“Shahid?”
We both looked down.
Kendra grinned up at him. “So, you’re not into girls, but does that mean I can’t go down on you?”
Shahid gulped, shaking his head slowly. “N-no, it doesn’t mean that. Not at all.”
The grin got even bigger. “Good.”
And oh boy, did she go down on him. She propped herself up on her elbow, and the second her lips met his cock, my toes curled and I forgot how to breathe. I knew what her mouth was capable of, how his dick felt between my lips, and seeing her tease him was amazing. Holy fuck, that was hot. I’d never had this view of Shahid while he was getting a blowjob, and it was ridiculously hot.
I’d never had a chance to make out with him while he was getting a blowjob either, and no way was I letting that opportunity slip by. Like he’d grabbed me a moment ago, I grabbed him and kissed him, and instantly decided I could get seriously addicted to this. The way his breath hitched and he held on to me, the soft groans as she turned him on, glancing down occasionally to see her going to town on him like her life depended on it.
The only thing I would have changed was the angle. So I could see both of them. So I could watch him fall apart the way I was sure he was going to.
I touched my forehead to his and, breathing hard, whispered, “Maybe we should change position.”
“Change, how?” he asked.
“You on your back.” I ran my fingers through Kendra’s hair. “Her on her knees. And me behind her.”
They both exhaled.
“Love the sound of that,” he murmured.
“Me too,” she said.
We separated and shifted around, and yes, this was definitely a better view—Shahid lying back on the pillows, Kendra on her hands and knees, her head bobbing over his cock as he stared upward with unfocused eyes. The only downside was that I couldn’t kiss either of them, but I wasn’t about to complain.
I knelt behind Kendra. When I touched her hip, she moaned, and so did Shahid.
Then I thrust my cock inside her very, very wet pussy. Oh Lord. If watching her blow Shahid was hot, fucking her while she did was unreal.
Was this happening? This was happening. Oh my God, this was happening.
Shahid moaned. His eyes slid closed.
This was amazing. Beautiful. And hot. And mind-blowing. I had the most spectacular view of two of the sexiest people I’d ever known, and I was deep inside one while the other was losing his mind. Like my own personal interactive porno—the two most gorgeous people I knew, turned on and turning each other on, and—
Shahid’s eyes opened, and he met my gaze over Kendra.
We both grinned. He ran his hand through her hair, and I ran mine up her sides.
My God, the two of them were hot. I loved her tight pussy, her body that was beautiful from any angle, the way every nuance of her enthusiastic blowjob registered on Shahid’s face. The harder I fucked her, the more eagerly she sucked his cock, and there wasn’t a substance on earth that could’ve made me higher than everything I felt and saw and heard right then. Even when it became too overwhelming and I couldn’t help closing my eyes, the two of them were incredible. His low groans, her soft whimpers, my skin hitting hers… Oh, fuck, I wanted this to go on forever.
Shahid muttered something in his native tongue, and I forced my eyes open.
Oh God. Oh. God.
He was falling apart. Muscles quivering. Eyes screwed shut. Cords standing out from his neck.
Digging my teeth into my lip, I fucked Kendra as hard as I could, my head spinning and my heart pounding as the sight of Shahid drove me closer and closer to my own orgasm.
Shahid cried out, and we both came. He moaned. I roared. We both shuddered and gasped and I forced myself as deep as Kendra could take me, and her head kept bobbing over him until he murmured for her to stop.
She stopped. I stopped.
Somehow, I stayed upright long enough to pull out. I dropped onto the bed beside Shahid, and she collapsed next to me.
The room was silent except for the three of us catching our breath. Lying between them, my arm around Kendra’s shoulders and my other hand clasped around Shahid’s, I closed my eyes and grinned.
Yeah, this arrangement was going to work.
It was going to be awesome.
* * * * *
Now that we had Shahid’s full blessing—no condoms, no holds barred—I couldn’t be in the same room with Kendra without my toes curling and my spine tingling. Just the sight of her did things to me. I knew what her tongue could do. I knew what her pussy felt and tasted like. A glance at her in front of her class or seeing her in the halls even when we weren’t exchanging grins made my heart skip.
Whenever we went back to my place to grade papers now, it was a given that we’d end up in bed together. And if Shahid was home, he joined us without hesitation. Between Shahid and Kendra, how I could still walk these days—never mind jog with the cross-country team—was a mystery.
And in between all the shenanigans between the sheets, normal life went on. Shahid worked his shifts at the hospital. Kendra and I taught our classes and coached our teams. We all paid our respective bills and did our laundry and made our lunches, but man, life had changed. My workdays were peppered with knowing, naughty looks exchanged with Kendra when we were sure no one would notice. Conversations with both her and Shahid had a flirty edge to them now. And neither of us let Kendra leave anymore without a long kiss good night, which she didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
After our little arrangement had been going on for about three weeks, the novelty definitely hadn’t worn off. Quite the opposite, actually. Day by day, it distracted me a little more. The thought of seeing her—them—after work did a number on me when I tried to teach or coach. Oh, I still pulled it together, but one glimpse of Kendra and my brain short-circuited for a couple of seconds before I recovered and went on, hoping my students and athletes hadn’t caught on.
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