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As much as he wanted to be inside her, he wanted to watch
her even more. Annoying voyeuristic tendencies. Luckily, all three of them
enjoyed the kink, so they more than complimented each other. The love the
couple shared was obvious to anyone with a brain. But watching them fuck,
Christ, he’d never seen anything he’d wanted to be a part of this much.

He’d never felt the desire to be with two people more than
he felt with the Fitzgeralds. And it grew and flourished by the passing second.
He knew how special it was to be allowed inside her. Knew how he should cherish
the fact Tony had invited him to share his wife. That level of trust wasn’t
easy to come by and Dade knew he owed Tony a debt of gratitude.

Dade continued to move against her while she swallowed
Tony’s dick. Her cheeks hollowed with each shallow thrust, an action that
caused Tony to groan.

Yeah, life couldn’t get any damn sweeter.

He gave a shallow thrust, just to the point where the crown
flared the widest. Genevieve rolled her hips, dropping her knees so she opened
wider. The plug Tony had inserted tightened her channel, pushing against him as
he slipped inside. The snugness was nearly too much to handle because he was
wired so tightly.

Gaze intent on where Tony’s dick disappeared into her mouth,
Dade pulled and pushed her body. When she swallowed, Dade would drive high into
her and then withdraw at the same time she did. They worked together, matching
each other’s movements, quickening their pace so soon it was hard to tell who
was driving who.

He wanted to wait. To hold off until she’d sucked Tony into
oblivion, but sensation swamped him. Soon it was all too much to take. Rising
up, he broke rhythm, digging into her with raw, animalistic need. Her cunt
tightened around him. The strong, steady vibration of the plug radiated through
them. A burn started at the base of his skull, racing down his spine to explode
out of him like a racehorse breaking free of the starting gate.

When he’d collected himself enough, he glanced up and found
Tony and Genevieve grinning at him. The desire to kiss them both raged through
his heated veins. But he couldn’t.
Share my wife.
The invitation hadn’t
extended further. The heaviness of the knowledge weighed in his gut as he
pulled out, and then leaned over to press a gentle kiss to Genevieve’s hip.

He needed to excuse himself from the moment because if he
didn’t, he’d cross a line he wasn’t sure everyone was on board for. “Be right
back. Don’t stop on my account.” Hushed whispers, heavy with need, followed him
as he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door.

He couldn’t go there.

Wouldn’t.

The violent storm raging through his core wanted something
entirely different and he knew the signs. Knew he was going to have to say, or
do, something about his thoughts in order to remain true. Trust worked both
ways with this type of arrangement. The fact he wanted to change up the game
was a glaring sign he could only push his desires to the sidelines for so long.

Hands still shaking from the power of his climax and his
unsated desires, he cleaned up. Breath burned in his lungs as he silently vowed
he would sit them down tomorrow and confess his deepest, darkest craving.

He wanted them both.

For now, he needed to go back out there and pretend
everything was right in his world.

Genevieve floated on an endorphin high. Everything was hazy
and light, the world cottony and soft, as the orgasm Dade had given her began
to fade. Tony pulled her toward him and placed her wired body on his lap.

“I want inside you. Think you can handle it?” Desire etched
his words.

She agreed, holding on to his strong shoulders as he pushed
through the puffy tissues to enter her. He bracketed her waist, moving her so
she slowly rose and fell. It had been some time since she’d slid this deeply
into subspace or gotten this lost during a scene.

The bed shook as Dade joined them. He held her, offering her
support as she moved. The touch anchored her even more. She was drunk on the
power of the moment. Drunk on these men and the gifts they had given her.

Tony slanted his mouth over hers, sliding his tongue between
her lips to mirror his thrusts. She thought she’d had enough with all the
orgasms she’d already experienced, but the connection with both men flared
bright and strong.

“I love kissing you. So passionate and unwavering.” She
brushed Tony’s jaw as she turned toward Dade. “And you. Just as passionate. But
also raw and sometimes out of control. Feral.”

Dade captured her mouth, stealing the last word.

The flavor of both men danced over her senses as they
pressed her between them. Tony’s control had always been a truly marvelous
gift. He could spend hours ensuring she was satisfied. Then spend a few more
slowly fucking her blind. She knew he’d been riding the ragged edge already as
she’d sucked him while Dade had been inside her.

Tony thickened, his breath blasting against her chest as his
orgasm drew near. She surrendered to them again, letting Tony control the
movements as Dade continued to devastate her mouth.

These two wonderful, wonderful men who continually surprised
her.

Needing air, she tore her mouth away, letting her head fall
back as Tony gave a rumbling growl and drove hard into her. Dade shifted closer,
cradling her close. She lifted her head just as Dade took Tony’s mouth. Hot,
dark desire rolled through her as she watched another man kiss her husband.

Two men kissing was new to her. But when they made as
beautiful a picture as they did, she wanted them to continue with every fiber
of her being. Tony released her hip, reaching up with his free hand to thread
his fingers through Dade’s hair, pulling him closer, kissing him with equal
fervor.

Tony clutched Dade as she slammed down, grinding her pelvis
against Tony. The desire to watch Dade kiss her husband while Tony climaxed
roared through her. Her wish was granted seconds later when Tony’s body
tightened and she felt his cock jerk inside her.

Tony broke away, lust burning in his eyes as the connection
between the three of them flared hot, shimmering with more intensity than the
midsummer sun.

“Phew.”

Dade drew a line down her spine as he pressed a kiss to her
temple. “Sorry. Got caught up in you two.”

“Long as every time you two kiss is as hot as that, get
caught up as much as you want. Jesus.” She met Tony’s gaze, searching for some
thread of hesitation or doubt. His eyes were glazed a bit, but nothing she saw
caused her to worry. “Don’t be surprised if I just spontaneously start
fingering myself using that image for a while though.”

Both men laughed, pushing her back and falling into bed with
her.

With the sun high in the summer sky, Genevieve handed Tony
another basket. He grimaced, testing the weight. “For fuck’s sake, Gen. Just
how much crap did you bring? It’s just a picnic with our friends.”

“It’s never
just
a picnic.” She pushed on his
shoulder, steering him toward the shelter the group had reserved for the day.
Everyone would arrive soon and she still had a delivery coming from the
restaurant.

Elena ripped the cellophane off a tablecloth with her teeth.
“And mom would be so proud. Thousands of dollars and five years of torturous
orthodontia just so my teeth could be used as an opener.”

“I can do this.”

Elena slapped her hand away. “Yes, I know you can. Doesn’t
mean you should. We’re all bringing stuff and we’re all chipping in. This isn’t
the Genevieve Fitzgerald show.” She smoothed out the creases in the tablecloth,
her fingers clenching as she stopped for a moment. “Buggers are like Mexican
jumping beans today.”

“Sit down.”

“I’m fine.”

Genevieve pointed to the seat beside her. “Elena Conners,
you sit down right this instant.”

“Are you going to stomp your foot next? Stick out your
bottom lip and pout? You are cute when you do that.” Despite her annoyance,
Elena sat. “Oh god, as much as it pains me to admit it, you’re right. That
feels good. It’s like they’re in round six of a boxing match in my uterus.”

Genevieve handed her a glass of lemonade and a towel that
had been dipped in the ice water of one of the coolers. “We should have done
this at the restaurant. At least then there would be air conditioning for
everyone.”

Elena waved her off. “Nonsense. It’s the middle of August
and the anniversary of the town’s founding. Right here at Farpoint Square is
right where we should all be. I’m pregnant with twins, Gen. That doesn’t make
me an invalid.”

“Oh boy. She must be trying to convince her to do something
she doesn’t want to do. You should know better.” Allison kissed Genevieve on
the cheek and hugged Elena. She set a tray piled high with fruits at one end of
the table and gathered her long blonde-and-pink-streaked hair into a high pony
tail. “Patrick and Riley are bringing over more stuff. Little troublemaker
insisted on carrying the special tray she made.”

“Uh oh, what did she do now?”

“Learned the fine art of cursing.” Patrick handed Genevieve
a set of containers full of fresh veggies and turned to encourage Riley to
speed up.

The toddler beamed as she offered Genevieve a fancy tray
that had been decorated with a multicolor fan of her handprints. “My shit.”

Genevieve bit her lip. “It’s a beautiful tray. Thank you.
We’ll take special care of it and put it right in the center of the table so
everyone can admire your work.”

“Riley, why don’t you come with me and help Uncle Ryan and
Mal with their stuff?”

“Toys!”

“Yes, we’ll grab your toys too.”

Allison rolled her eyes as she popped the lid on a container
of strawberries. “She’s entered the parroting stage. Didn’t realize it until I
got a call from the preschool and had to have an hour long meeting with the
head of the school.”

“And just what did Miss Bug do?” Dade set a covered dessert
tray on the far end of the table and came to stand beside Genevieve. As he
reached for one of Allison’s strawberries, he pinched Genevieve’s ass. She
squealed even as her system revved. He held her gaze as he bit into the berry,
a streak of juice sliding down his chin. She fought the urge to lean forward
and lick it away.

Too many inquisitive gazes.

She’d kept the news of the fact they’d invited Dade into
their sex life to herself. And curiously, she wasn’t interested in sharing all
that much information. As though keeping it to herself made their connection
was even more special.

“Hold onto that thought you’re having, subbie.” He leaned
closer. “I’ll give you something better to suck on later.” He pinched her ass
again before he jogged over to the parking area to help Ryan and Patrick.

“So what did Riley say that got her into so much trouble?”
When neither woman answered, she looked up to find them staring. “What?”

“What the fuck was that?” She busied her hands, filling a
basket with hamburger buns she’d baked this morning as she avoided Allison’s
question. “Oh no, you are not going to side step us. Tell me I didn’t
hallucinate. Elena?”

“Only if we’re taking the same meds.”

Allison leaned over the table and grabbed Genevieve’s hands,
stilling her motions. “Are you having an affair with Dade?”

“Don’t be silly. I’m not having an affair. That’s just ridiculous.
I love Tony.”

“Not saying you don’t, but that look we just saw Dade give
you and what he said—how you reacted? That wasn’t friendship. Way, way beyond
simple friendship.”

“Ah, I see you told them,” Beth offered as she set two boxes
she’d carried from the parking lot. “Tessa just dropped these off for you. Told
her I’d bring them over since she said she couldn’t stay. Had a few more
deliveries to make to your customers. I never thought cardboard could smell so
delicious.”

“You knew?”

Beth brushed stray bits from the boxes off her bright pink
NASA tee. “Known for a few weeks. Well, not that you three were going at it.
And I don’t care to know the gory details, believe me. But Ryan said he and
Patrick talked to Dade right after the Fourth of July and the run-in with
Christine.”

Allison scowled at Beth. “Nice to know some husbands share
the important details.”

Genevieve wanted the topic of conversation to be anything
else other than what was happening in her bedroom. “Allison, you were saying
Riley got in trouble at school.”

“She called her best friend a little shit for stealing her
red crayon and I’m fairly certain bitch will shortly follow as that is what I’m
about to call you. Now, will you please tell us what the heck is going on with
you and Dade? He seems happier than he’s been in a long time.”

“Oh fine.” Her friends were relentless and wouldn’t let the
subject slide away as easily as she would have liked. It would be nice to talk
to someone about what was doing on. Tony and Dade were nice sounding boards,
but they were a poor substitute for female kinship.

Gen glanced over to where the men were playing football with
a group of kids, purposefully allowing themselves to be tackled or letting the
kids score. In a few years, the tables would turn and games like this would be
more competitive. The scores more reflective of actual competition. Tony and
Dade were right in the thick of things, smiling and laughing as they fumbled
the ball to Riley. Her blonde pigtails streamed behind her as Patrick picked her
up and carried her to the goal line.

“He is. Happier, I mean. More so than I’ve seen him in a
long, long time.”

“How did you…”

Knowing the burgers wouldn’t get cooked if she continued to
stand there, she opened one of the boxes Beth had delivered and started pulling
out the patties she’d prepped to stack them on a tray. “Just kind of happened.
Nothing anyone planned.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“About a month?” Had it been that long? “Maybe not even
that. Early July. At the comic book store, like Beth said.”

“Oh?”

They’d picked up her unspoken statement that this hadn’t
been a one-time occurrence. “And just about every night since then.”

“Holy shit, woman.”

Genevieve smiled as she checked the heat on the grill. “What
can I say—can’t get enough of them. But you’re right, Dade seems happier.
Smiles more. Has the best laugh I’ve ever heard.”

“But?”

She set the first round of patties on the grill and turned.
“Something is off. I can’t put my finger on it. He’s there, right in the moment
sharing things. God he makes me lose my head. But it’s like he’s restrained.
Like there’s something he’d afraid of.”

Elena poured a round of lemonade and passed them each a
glass. “Well, he’s sharing a marriage bed. That has to be stressful even with
everyone in agreement. Maybe he’s afraid of stepping over some unspoken
boundary.”

“No. We sat down and talked about everything. Found out
where everyone was comfortable and the flow really, really works between the
three of us.” Even more so since last night. That piece she was talking about
still didn’t quite align. But ever since Dade had kissed Tony, their connection
was even more cohesive.

And it wasn’t just in bed.

They’d stayed awake long after the men had kissed, talking
about nothing in particular. Caressing each other. Enjoying the intimate
connection of just being with one another. She’d fallen asleep in their arms.
As though the three of them had always been together. Their bond of friendship
was just as strong as their sexual connection.

“Maybe you’re looking for something that isn’t there. Trying
to find the flaw because you’re convinced you can’t have them both and be
happy.”

Allison could be right. She had something so special and
looking for a flaw. That chink in the armor that could set everything spinning
into chaos, would be a natural progression. Inviting someone to join them in
bed was the norm for them, but the open ended invitation wasn’t. Before it had
always been a one-night situation. But now they’d stepped into foreign
territory.

“I want Tony and Dade every night. But I also feel like I
shouldn’t want them at the same time. That is silly—right? I mean, I have two
gorgeous men sharing my bed who complement each other with their domination. So
I shouldn’t question and just let the chips fall where they may.”

“Questioning is only natural, Gen. You’d be a fool not to
wonder about something. As long as everything is open and honest about their
feelings, then what’s the harm?”

“Burgers smell good,” Tony said as he jogged up to the
table. “Need me to take over the cooking duties?” He wiggled his fingers toward
her for the long handled spatula.

“Sure. The second batch is on and should be ready to flip in
about five minutes. Beth, I have a few extra things for the kids in the
containers next to you.”

Everyone set about getting the rest of the condiments and
side dishes ready, a sign the topic of her complicated relationship with Tony
and Dade was closed for the moment. She’d have to invite the girls over so they
could all talk without the interruption of husbands and kids. Beth and Allison
were set to join Tony, Scott, Mark and Cooper in California next week for a
comic book convention, so maybe the week after that they could have a ladies
night.

An hour later, sun below the horizon and her friends bellies
full of her food, she began stacking empty containers. With a break in the day,
she asked herself the very same questions her friends had earlier. As long as
everyone was happy, and open and honest, where was the harm in simply enjoying
what both men had to offer?

Promising herself that was exactly what she was going to do,
she set about cleaning up. It had been a wonderful day. Now they would get to
settle out in the field to watch a spectacular firework display.

“Need some help?” Tony slipped beside her, pressing a warm
kiss to her cheek. “Wonderful meal as always.”

“You smell like sweat and smoke.”

“I do. Care to get dirty with me?” He slipped a hand into
her waistband, squeezing her ass before she managed to slide out of arm’s
reach.

“Take these over to the gang, will you? Ryan is setting up a
bonfire.” Tony caught her hand as she tried to step around him. She noticed the
spot of chocolate at the tip of her thumb just before he licked it slowly away.
“There are easier ways to eat chocolate.”

“Since when have I ever liked easy? And I wasn’t thinking
about eating it off you.” He stepped closer, pressing his mouth to her ear. “I
was thinking about how I want to see you eat it off Dade’s cock.”

“Oh.”

His mouth descended on hers. The flavors of salt and
chocolate coated her tongue, a heady mix when combined with the fact Tony’s
very erect cock was pressing against her hip. “I want to hear that later. A
lot. But much, much louder.”

He broke away, a gleam darkening his gaze as he licked his
lips.

Her body heated as she watched him carry the tray loaded
with goodies toward the group. The kids shouted when he yelled and showed them
the supplies for s’mores. The glint of something caught her gaze. Dade stood
off by himself, nursing a beer.

Genevieve watched Dade track Tony as he walked toward their
group of friends. She noticed the intense focus. The determined resolution to
find out a little bit more. That predatory gaze coupled with the way she’d
watched Dade kiss Tony last night, told her the interaction between the men
hadn’t been a onetime occurrence.

Or at least Dade didn’t want them to be.

Well, I’ll be damned.

* * * * *

Genevieve had been trying to get a moment alone with Dade
since the picnic. But he was fully immersed in the build for the new warehouse
site. So she’d been reluctant to press. Then they’d helped Tony get ready for
his trip west and gotten consumed by the amount of prep work. But this morning,
Tony had boarded a plane bound for Los Angeles for his annual trip to a comic
book convention.

With Tony gone, this was the perfect time to get what she
needed to say out of her system. Now that she’d discovered the missing pieces,
she needed to convince Dade to confess his feelings. That way, if she was
completely off base, everything would have a few days to settle down before
Tony and his gaggle of friends returned.

But she had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t going to take
much. There had been too much passion between the two men. Too much potency to
walk away from. And that was under restriction. She very much wanted to see
them embrace the hunger they obviously held for one another. With the three of
them fully unrestrained—a chill ran up her spine at the idea of that much
power.