11. Clint
Use me.
Aubrey’s voice rang in my ears and flowed through my body like a perfect dance beat and tugged at my cock.
The way she was pressed against me amplified all of that.
I’d wanted her for so long, but I’d put the idea of being more than friends out of my head.
We were still friends. Sure, I’d married her, but it wasn’t the same.
And the way she felt in my arms at this moment was different from the past as well. Any part of the past. Her heat and weight and the way she yielded at all the right moments and resisted in kind…
Everything I’d ignored for more than a decade rushed back to tease me, all culminating in her use me.
Brodie’s being here… Watching… Thinking he had a claim on her…
That made something inside me growl and snap mine, and pull Aubrey closer. I didn’t want to share her. Not with anyone, including the man I lost my virginity to in high school.
But I’d always loved starring in a show.
I trailed my lips along her skin, from jaw to her exposed shoulder. The faint hints of her perfume mingled with the ever-present scent in her back room, and was so distinctly Aubrey. Fuck, she was tempting. I tangled my fingers in her mussed, teased hair and yanked her head back to expose more of her neck.
Her faint laugh melted into a groan as I nipped her earlobe, then nibbled a light path along her neck. “You have no idea how often I’ve fantasized about you.” I hadn’t meant to admit that out loud, but I liked the sound of my own confession.
Aubrey’s soft sighs and Brodie’s raised brows set off a chain reaction inside, drawing the part of me to life that loved to perform. It was always better when the dance was one I was passionate about.
I skated the palm of my free hand up Aubrey’s arm, and goosebumps rose under my touch. I glided the lightest touch along her jaw. “I’ve imagined how it feels to be inside you in every possible way.” I pressed two fingers to her lips.
She parted them in a light gasp and let me in, so she could suck and lick.
I scraped her shoulder with my teeth, and nudged her exposed bra strap aside. Madonna could only dream of looking as good in this outfit as Aubrey did.
“Where to start?” My mouth hummed against her soft skin with the question. I pulled my fingers free, and her tiny gasp drove straight to my cock. “I could fuck your face. Feel those full, pouty lips wrapped around me.”
She flicked her tongue out, licking the shine I’d left behind. “You could.”
There were so many possibilities—so many fantasies—that it was a shame to pick just one. I dropped my hand to her skirt. Sheer fabric over something lightweight and asymmetrical. It was easy to bunch up the side of the clothing in my fist, and expose her bare hip. The teasing hint of black cotton.
“Fuck it if I don’t want to bury my cock inside you.” I moved my hand forward along her skirt, still keeping her exposed. Making sure Brodie had a good view.
And he was definitely watching, his expression fluctuating between the faintest frown, and open desire, as he gripped the faint outline of an erection along his inner thigh.
Did he know he was doing that?
“Do you have a preference, Aubrey?” As I asked, I teased my fingers over the front of her panties, pressing the crotch into her damp heat.
This wouldn’t be any fun if she didn’t enjoy it too.
“Toys don’t get to pick how they’re played with.” Her voice was soft and meek with a hint of pleading underneath.
I could draw out the foreplay, but we’d just had a couple of hours of that. This wasn’t a ballet, with graceful pirouettes, and innuendo, stretched over an entire evening. This was grinding on the club floor—direct and desperate with a distinct conclusion.
I grabbed the wooden chair we’d been using as part of our wedding dance, pulled it closer, and bent Aubrey over the back. I pushed her skirt up to hook on her hips and leave her stunning ass on display. “So grippable and fuckable.”
Brodie let out a low groan, and a glance in his direction showed him biting his lower lip and sliding down his zipper.
Good.
I yanked Aubrey’s panties down, and she stepped out of them to kick them aside. When I slipped my hand between her legs, her juices coated my fingers, and my dick strained against my trousers.
Protection. Fuck. “No condoms.” My voice was raw. Why would I carry them? I wasn’t getting laid these days.
“I’ve got this.” Brodie strode toward us, his cock hanging out, already wrapped in a rubber.
If he thought he was going to take my place, fuck that.
“I have another one.” He held it up between his fingers, and tore the foil.
Aubrey looked over her shoulder.
I nodded at Brodie’s shaft. “Why…?”
“Don’t want to make a mess jerking off.” With his other hand, he brushed the outline of my erection, and moved higher to unzip my pants.
I couldn’t hold back my groan when he gripped my shaft and freed me.
This had never been a part of an Aubrey fantasy, but I couldn’t find it in me to protest.
Brodie rolled the condom onto my cock.
“Did you find a new toy?” Aubrey’s playful question jerked my attention to her, still bent over, bare ass in the air and a pout on her face as she watched us.
“I’m not anyone’s toy,” Brodie growled.
I let out a strained chuckle, and his touch fell away.
“Absolutely not.” I gripped her hips and pressed into her backside as Brodie returned to his seat.
I slipped the head of my cock along her slit, spreading her juices and enjoying the rhythm of each delicious sound she made. When I thrust inside her, burying myself to the hilt, her pussy was tight and slick. Warm. Incredible.
If I lost myself in the dance too soon, this would end just as quickly. Even a good club beat started basic and worked itself toward a crescendo. I reached around Aubrey to find her clit, and she squeezed around me with a laughing gasp when I brushed the swollen nub.
I barely moved inside her as I teased lightly around the magic button. As her breathing grew faster and harder, I increased my touch to match.
She ground back against me, and covered my hand with hers, pushing my touch in with more weight.
Brodie watched us, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, his chest heaving.
When Aubrey’s grunts slid toward gasps then cries, I let my restraint fall away. I slammed inside her, my skin slapping against hers with every thrust.
She clenched around me when she came. Milking me. Torturing me in the best way. The more intense the beat between us, the more she screamed with pleasure.
Desire raced through my veins and tightened in my balls. Climax spilled from me, and I kept pounding. Drilling until she was shuddering more than squeezing, and I was spent.
As we stood there, catching our breath, the noisy fan of the air conditioner was the only other sound in the room.
When I had enough presence of mind, I pulled Aubrey upright, her back to my chest, and held her against me with her hand against my throat. I kissed the hollow behind her ear. “Officially my favorite toy.”
Her giggle of satisfaction was perfect.
My cock slipped out of her. “I should share you.”
Her oh, God, was filled with anticipation and almost enough to make me hard again.
“Go let Brodie play.” I slapped her ass lightly and nudged her in his direction.
Aubrey crossed the short distance between him and me, her hips swaying with sass and seduction. “Do you want a turn?” she asked.
“Fuck, Peach. You know I do.”
I ignored the tiny pulse of jealousy that he had a nickname for her.
He turned her to face me.
She raised her skirt, as he guided her onto his lap, and slipped inside her as she sat.
I made myself comfortable in the chair, so I could enjoy the show. Watching them together was a sweet-tart blend of incredible and enviable. Seeing the expressions cross her face as he reached under her shirt to knead her breasts.
The way my dick twitched, it was tempting to stroke while I watched, but there was no way I could do that so soon after coming.
Being on the outside as they build toward a frantic climax, was the perfect coda. The way passion and pleasure intertwined between them.
Hearing Aubrey again, for another orgasm.
And then watching them slow to a stop.
Did this really just happen?
The silence settled in again. The most unfortunate thing about having sex in Aubrey’s back room, as opposed to someone’s house, was there was no place to cuddle.
Which we didn’t need to be doing. What I should be doing instead was getting the condom off, making sure Aubrey was good, and getting back to life. I erased any other thoughts, stood, and walked to her and Brodie. “Can you stand?” I offered her my hand.
She accepted and I pulled her to her feet.
Brodie waved us off. “I’m gonna need another minute.”
That was fine with me. We left him behind and I led Aubrey into the restroom. It was a single room with a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. With no one else in the shop, there was no reason to close and lock the door. Especially with Brodie needing to get to a sink as well.
I held Aubrey while I cleaned us both up, and I couldn’t help but watch her reactions in the mirror. The way her lips parted slightly. The soft smile on her face. All of it went perfectly with the tiny sighs that escaped her throat, the longer she leaned against me.
“Good?” I asked as I finished.
“Incredible.”
I kissed the back of her neck one more time. Would we do this again? Fuck, I already wanted to.
“What now?” Aubrey asked.
Wait half an hour and do some more fucking. Not a reasonable answer. “As in, how do we spend the rest of our evening?”
“As in between us. Physically.”
You’re my wife. Is there anything else to say? Yeah, no. Not the right answer. “We’re still what we were before. I make no assumptions about what will or won’t happen going forward. Though, I want it—I want you—again.” I did anyway. There was no hiding it from myself anymore. Especially now that I knew how good we could be together.
And that there was a side to Aubrey that she wasn’t showing anyone else. “Before that, maybe we have a conversation, or three, about what we both like in the bedroom.”
Her smile, mischievous and playful, shone in her reflection and drove straight to my cock. “Good idea.”
“What do you and Brodie have? What’s actually there?” I could pretend that fake engagement was as far as their relationship went, but neither of them hesitated a whole lot to lose their clothes in front of each other or to fuck each other.
And neither seemed to have an issue that I was so much a part of it.
Aubrey shook her head. “Undefined? We’ve talked a lot online. For years. We’ve never been together in person, but the conversations…”
Jealousy and desire surged inside me in such a potent blend, I nearly stumbled.
“But…?” Brodie’s question startled me. He’d joined us and was leaning against the doorframe. How long had he been there?
Aubrey glanced at him and then met my gaze in the mirror again. “It’s a distinct possibility there will be more. You have to understand though, both of you, that I’m not looking for anything marriage related long-term. The wedding… The engagement… They serve their purposes. They’re not real.”
Despite knowing it was true, I didn’t like the way the words sounded.
“I can’t believe the two of you are married.” Brodie’s voice was hard to read.
“We did it so I could have access to her health insurance.” The words tasted gross, for a lot of reasons.
Aubrey stepped away from me and straightened her dress. She gestured Brodie to the sink. “What happened tonight? I’d do that again with either or both of you. But I’m not making an actual commitment. To either or both of you.”
I didn’t want to share Aubrey. That current of mine was potent.
Tonight was pretty hot, though…
“All right,” Brodie said.
How could he agree so easily? “Just like that?” I asked.
“No. Don’t get me wrong. I came out here to win Aubrey over.”
Her eyes grew wide at the words, and she twisted her lips into what could either be irritation or surprise. Maybe both.
“But watching you two together… Fuck.” Brodie reached past me to grab Aubrey and tug her to him. He brushed his lips over hers, and looked her in the eye. “But you and me together?” The way his voice dropped, it was clear he was focused on only her. He was talking to only her. “Double fuck.”
Nope. I wasn’t giving Aubrey up again. Not when she was right here. So close. So delicious. So wonderful.
A nagging thought pointed out I’d love to keep Brodie around too, but he didn’t get that part of my mind. If he thought this was all about the sex, he didn’t deserve her anyway. Aubrey was so much more, like he and I had been once upon a time.
But for now, I could deal with this arrangement. I rested my hand at the small of Aubrey’s back. “Okay.”
Brodie finished cleaning up.
“Are we done dancing for tonight?” Aubrey asked. “Because we could head upstairs and hang out.”
She wasn’t sending either of us home. I liked that. “I think we have the dance down. Let’s go.” I nodded toward the top floor.
We were halfway up her stairs when my phone chimed. I paused and pulled it from my pocket. It was from Dee’s friend’s mom. Where she was sleeping over tonight. “Hi, Hazel.” I answered immediately.
“Clint. Hey.” Her voice was tight. “Sorry to bother you, but Dee says she’s not feeling well. We checked her blood pressure, and… You said to call you if there were any issues.”
What? “I’ll be right there.” I was already sprinting down the stairs, calling, “I need to go,” over my shoulder.