Chapter Twenty-One #2
In light of their surroundings, Wes kept his words short, but that didn’t stop his mind from conjuring detailed pictures of Assa being worshipped by another man. The thoughts made his blood heat. His cock turned to granite.
“What about Ryde?” Assa asked, close to a whimper.
“We can schedule something during the workday. Some afternoon delight.”
“Order up. One cherry tart and one cinnamon streusel for our new cake-curious customers.” Lolo appeared next to their table.
Wes was certain the server hadn’t heard their conversation, but Assa still looked like he’d been caught with his hand in the register.
Beneath the table, he hurriedly pulled his foot back.
Lolo didn’t notice, setting two mugs down on the table along with the treats. “Enjoy.”
Wes snickered. “Why did I think it was a good idea to have this conversation in a public place?” At least the abrupt appearance of the server had made his cock deflate.
Assa’s face paled from bright red to an adorable pink.
“I’m just glad you did,” he said. “I’ve been hesitant to bring it up because it’s been so great since we moved.
We have a beautiful family, great jobs, and are making friends and putting down roots here.
It kind of bums me out to admit something might be missing. ”
Wes reached for Assa’s hand. “We came to Bellwether for a great job opportunity, not because our sex life was wrong or needed a do-over. Playing with others is something we both enjoyed in the past, so if you’re interested, I’d like to reignite that.
If you’re not, then fine, it’s done. Full stop.
But if you’re holding back out of some sort of misplaced sense of guilt, let’s put the lid on that immediately.
You deserve all the good things, sweetheart. ”
Assa grinned tentatively. “Truly?”
“Truly.”
“Then I’m open to it, assuming we find someone who interests us.
Truthfully, I haven’t felt the same urgency as before.
That’s probably one reason I haven’t brought it up.
” He bit into his tart. “But you’re right that I wouldn’t mind being fucked into the mattress for a night or two while my hot husband watches. ”
Wes waggled his eyebrows. “While your hot husband participates.”
They each took another bite and then exchanged plates to share the treats. The pastries were exceptional, the tart flaky and delicious, the streusel sweet with the perfect amount of cinnamon.
After a few more bites, Assa asked, “Were you thinking we should try the apps again?”
“I haven’t really thought through specifics, but I suppose that’s our best option. We’ll need to screen very carefully to weed out any connections to work or Ryde’s school.”
The world had come a long way over the past few years in accepting non-monogamy, but it still wasn’t the norm.
Even though Wes and Assa worked at a progressive institution, they didn’t draw attention to themselves.
Because their lifestyle had been common knowledge in Warburton, most of their colleagues here also knew.
But that didn’t mean they wanted to flaunt it and cause more curiosity.
Wes had only been an assistant dean in the history department at Bellwether Province University for a year.
And Assa had been lucky to find a position in the biology lab after being a stay-at-home father for seven years.
Apps had been hit or miss in the past. Great conversations over messages had not always led to sparks in real life, creating awkward situations where Wes and Assa, or their potential third, backed out of the arrangement.
But since adopting Ryde, they rarely went out, so finding options at bars and clubs wasn’t a viable solution.
Assa sighed. “I suppose we can download the apps again. See what this province has to offer.” He sipped his latte. “I just wish it could happen organically. Wouldn’t it be nice to walk down the street and run into a big, beautiful alpha who—”
“Lolo, there’s a call for you on the office line!”
Wes glanced toward the booming voice and saw a stunning alpha coming out of the kitchen. Tall and broad with piercing green eyes, the man ran a hand through his brown curls as he smiled at the server.
“I think it’s your boyfriend. It sounded like it might be important, so I’ll cover you for a few minutes.”
As Lolo hurried into the back, the man tied an apron around his waist and began wiping down the countertop.
Wes noticed Assa carefully studying him.
Wes couldn’t blame his husband. The alpha was undeniably beautiful.
His striking green eyes reflected like emeralds in the glass bakery case.
Silver strands dotted his hairline, as well as the scruff along his sharp jaw.
Wes guessed him to be in his late thirties or early forties, an alpha in his prime.
A minute later, he approached their table. Assa’s face pinched as if he were solving a puzzle.
“Lolo told me we had some first-time customers who saw one of our cakes in the wild.”
Fuck me! The alpha’s throaty voice went straight to Wes’s core.
He gulped. Usually, his fantasies involved taking turns with someone on Assa, but with a man this sexy, it was hard not to imagine having his own ass railed.
Wes almost laughed out loud. He didn’t generally go around imagining getting fucked by random men. This one just happened to be close by after he and Assa got horny talking about finding a third.
He recovered his equilibrium. “The cake was at our colleague’s wedding this weekend. Are you the designer?”
“No, I can’t take credit for the cakes. Only for hiring the talented omega who makes them.”
By the hitch in his voice, Wes sensed the omega was more than an employee.
“Well, the cake certainly caused a stir,” Wes said. “In a good way, of course.”