Page 80 of The Rest is History
“Yeah,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Was it good for you, baby?” I grind into him, half moaning, half grunting. “Did you enjoy fucking Reece?”
“Fuck, baby. Yeah.”
“Tell me the whole truth, my love.” He doesn’t have to worry. I’ll ease his conscience.
Asher sighs. Still hard between us, but now, the piercing daylight intrudes with its necessary questions and misplaced, but obligatory, guilt. “I’m a little nervous about this morning-after situation,” he admits. He searches my face, his gaze unsure and worried.
I pull his face to mine. “I don’t know how to tell you how right this feels to me, Ash,” I say earnestly. “He feels right.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart?”
“Watching you with him last night. . . baby, it was fucking everything. I don’t want to stop. I want – Ash, I need – I need you to fuck him again. And again and again,” I whisper urgently, pressing my forehead to his. I need him to know this. I need my husband to know how great this desire inside of me is. I can’t explain why. I just know that it is.
Asher kisses me. “I want to watch you fuck him too.”
I nibble the corner of his mouth in return. “I can’t wait to sink my dick into his ass, baby.”
The morning air lifts, relief settling. “He’s still asleep?” Asher asks.
I chuckle. “You never mentioned he’s a late sleeper.”
“Some things never change.”
“It’s cute how nothing wakes him. So not like us.”
Asher laughs. “Are you okay with his sleeping habits?”
“Honey, last night he was yours because you needed it. He needed it too. But he’s ours now. And we’re his. I can handle his quirks the same way I can handle yours.”
“Okay.”
I search his face. “What’s the real question, Ash?” I keep him in my arms.
“I feel like I should explain things I know about him so you’re not inconvenienced.”
I kiss my husband’s worried forehead. “Please, Ash. Let me be inconvenienced. I want to get to know him. You don’t need to preside over our situation. I’m a big boy. I want him as much as you do. We’ll be okay.”
We kiss. “Okay. I’m sorry for complicating it unnecessarily.”
I pull him into my arms, holding him close. “It’s going to be epic, baby. Watch us make this the best thing we’ve ever done.”
The bottom stair creaks. Reece looks at us from across the room, his face freshly washed and exploding with uncertainty.
I move past Ash, stopping at the side table to hand him his cup of coffee. Then, I stride over to Reece and plant a soft kiss to his mouth. “Good morning, beautiful,” I say.
“I thought you’d hate me this morning.”
Asher moves closer to us, sipping his coffee.
“Because my husband fucked you so well last night?” I ask playfully.
“Yeah,” he says eventually. But his pink lips tilt upward, matching well with his reddening face. He moves his eyes to Asher. Then back to me.
“You can,” I say.
He takes the last step, reaching up to brush his lips against Asher’s.
