Aubrey propped her chin on her hand. “I bet it was.”
“Sex with me is better,” Jamie said as he tried to pull the same move I’d just done with Lyra, only Aubrey didn’t budge.
Each of us was three deep on beers, and two shots as a starter. Which was exactly why I wasn’t surprised when Aubrey didn’t blink away from me as she said, “Prove it.”
Jamie dragged his palm down his face. “Aubrey, you’re drunk.”
My fingers inched higher, and gauging by Lyra’s slow reaction to squeeze her thighs together, her being a lightweight hadn’t changed a bit. Her elbows met the table as she bucked forward right as my fingers found her clit through her panties.
“What—” Lyra’s nails picked at the remnants of the label as I teasingly made slow circles around the bud. “What do you have in mind?” I stopped circling and pinched her clit through the fabric in warning.
Aubrey lit up, unaware that her new female crush was about to be fucked by my fingers—onlymy fingers—while she sat there daydreaming about things she’d never have. “Well, maybe—”
Jamie leaned back in his chair and shook his head in his hand. “No, Aubrey.”
“Oh, come on. It’s not like you haven’t shared a woman before with Carver.”
Jamie leaned in toward Aubrey, their words turning quick and sharp as they bickered. Aubrey had been wrong—Jamie and I hadn’t shared a woman before in the sense that she had made it sound like we had. But it had been enough to make Lyra’s thighs attempt to close me off from her pussy. I used my legs to spread hers wider, then cupped her chin, putting my lips to her ear.
“Jealous, Ly?”
“Fuck. You.”
“—was just gonna say that I wanna watch.” Aubrey’s words stilled the air in the room.
“Lyra isn’t like that,” Jamie whispered to Aubrey. “She’s conservative, and—”
The glare I shot to Jamie threatened to pummel him sooner rather than later if he kept talking about my wife like he actually knew her.
“I have a better idea,” Lyra suggested, and I pinched her clit again. She didn’t even try to hide the moan that escaped her lips as her head fell forward on her hands. Jamie sat up straighter, his brow furrowing as he glanced at the table and how Lyra was positioned in my lap.
Fuck. “Ly,” I growled low.
“Why don’t we”—Lyra lifted her head, meeting Aubrey’s excited eyes—“swap.”
Fuck. No.
“Yes!” Aubrey clapped her hands on the table, then frowned. “Wait, is that like cheating since y’all are married?” Her head cocked at me for an answer when all I wanted to do was reach into my waistband and end them both for considering having what was fucking mine.
Lyra flicked her hand. “Nah, not if we both agree.” Her words slurred and my eyes narrowed on the nearly empty bottle in her hand. “It’s called being a hotwife.”Mywife. She wasmyfucking wife.
I fisted her hair, my breath heavy on her neck. “Ly.” My other hand raised and curled around her beer bottle. “Article four.” I pried the bottle from her and slid it to the chair beside us, keeping my tone low so only we could hear.
She batted her long lashes slowly. “What rule am I breaking, exactly? You said if you were watching—”
“No.”
“That’s my safeword.” She giggled, a liquor smell rolling out thick from her mouth.Had she only taken two shots?“But it sounds so fun. Think about it—your cock in her while his”—she pointed a sloppy finger at Jamie—“is in—”
“You aremineandonlymine.” My voice boomed in the room as my vision turned hazy with rage. I lifted Lyra by her hips and set her on her feet beside me. “Go to our bedroom. Now.”
Her features fell as I pressed my hands to the table and stood, directing my next words to Jamie and his shits-for-brains girlfriend. “You have two minutes to get your shit and get the fuck out of my house. If anyone is left breathing the same goddamn air as my wife in two minutes and one second, I’ll pull my pistol out and add new holes to y’alls bodies that you can use to fuck each other with.”
“Car.” Lyra swayed beside me. “I don’t feel so good.”
“One minute, forty-five seconds. Better get goin’.” I scooped her into my arms as Jamie and Aubrey got up. The rest of the world blurred as I turned on my heels and rushed to our room, Ly’s limp body curled in on mine.
“Ly, how much did you drink?” I propped myself against the headboard with her in my arms, my heart thudding so hard, it hurt. Her skin had turned clammy and the redness in her cheeks had dimmed too much. She snaked her arms around my neck, even though she could hardly hold her own up.
