4. Luca #2
I hated that she didn’t know nothing she could do or say would ever be too anything.
Somehow—by the grace of God or Remington, I wasn’t sure which–somehow, I’d earned back the right to love this girl.
That wasn’t just for life. It was for eternity.
There was no room between us for uncertainty ever again.
“That was so freaking hot. You blew my mind, baby,” I told her, still slightly slurring my words, but my brain was quickly recovering in the face of her brief moment of uncertainty. “Now tell me more about this experimenting era Jagger mentioned.”
Relief filled her eyes, and she giggled. Back to being sweet and innocent. And diabolically sexy. Christ, I loved her so damn much.
As if that giggle was her cue to move, Shaw dropped down right beside Vi.
On my lap.
They were both on my lap.
My tongue became glued to the roof of my mouth, my eyes refusing to move away from the sight of Shaw’s tits beneath that small bikini top.
How the fuck did she keep them contained?
It was a difficult feat, but somehow, I looked at Jagger.
If he wanted to beat the shit out of me for ogling his wife’s cleavage, I would let him.
But I saw no rage. No jealousy. Just open curiosity as he tipped his drink back and chugged the last of the Diet Coke from the cup, chomping down on a stray piece of ice.
“How long did the experimenting era last?” I asked, curious.
We rarely talked about the years that we’d spent apart.
It had nearly killed me to go no-contact with Violet.
But she’d needed me to back off. Give her time to heal after I’d torn her heart from her chest. I knew the hard facts.
Vi had been in a dark place mentally, with the kinds of thoughts that would have taken her from me permanently.
Lyric would give me updates because I begged, but it was only the bare minimum.
I’d thought it had been therapy and then Remington that had gotten her through those lonely years. But now that I had my eyes fully open and I allowed myself to truly accept the chemistry that simmered between Vi and Shaw, I wondered if their experimenting era had been the real cure.
Vi shrugged. “It was pretty steady all the way up until I started dating Remington. You know that one thing you like me to do so much with my tongue? Shaw taught me to do that.”
“Fuck,” Jagger groaned, rubbing the palm of his hand over his groin.
Shaw’s grin was wicked. “Jags loves when I do that. Don’t you, babe?”
“You are killing me right now, dimples. These shorts are strangling my cock. Come here. I need you.” Without hesitation, Shaw stood and walked the few feet over to her husband.
Jagger already had his shorts pushed down, stroking himself. Shaw tugged her bikini bottoms aside and slowly sat down on his cock, straddling his lap. Vi’s breath hitched as she watched.
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen them like that. A few double date nights we’d gone on had ended with the two of them fucking in the back seat of my SUV on the drive home. But this was the first time I’d allowed myself to watch.
Jagger untied her top and tossed it aside, burying his face between her tits. “Walking around here, touching her all day. You knew you were torturing me.”
“Maybe.” Pulling the strings on either side of her bottoms, she let them fall away, giving us the perfect view of her ass as she bounced on his cock.
“You know what it does to me. You get off on driving me crazy.” Almost angrily, he grabbed her ass and set a harder, faster pace.
“I was torturing myself too, babe. She looks good in that bikini. She haunts me. I miss her. Us. The taste of her honey on my tongue. The way her clit would get so hard for me. How her pussy locked down so tight when she came for me.”
It was hard to miss the way Vi tensed at hearing the thickness in Shaw’s voice.
But I found it hard to focus on her when Shaw was doing something with her hips that made my head spin.
Her cream coated Jagger’s cock. I licked my lips, curious about how she would taste.
Would she have a different flavor compared to Vi?
Unable to stop myself, I wrapped my hand around my shaft and stroked myself.
My balls were already tight, ready to spill again.
“Fuck, dimples. Fuck. I can’t think straight. I can’t. You don’t get to play games with me like that and expect me not to want…”
“I’m okay with that, though. I never would have started it, not even back then, if I weren’t okay with it. Remember what I said? I’ll share with you.”
“Gods!” His bellow as he came hard ripped through the air.
Shaw dropped one hand, her fingers rapidly fluttering over her clit until she cried out.
Seeing the pleasure that rolled over her face, clenching through her entire body, I felt my own release rush up, spilling come all over my stomach and lap again, making a mess of me and Vi’s legs.
I dropped my head back, wondering what the fuck had just happened to my life. I’d thought it was pretty damn perfect until I witnessed Vi and Shaw kissing. Now, I realized that maybe something had been missing. I should have paid more attention. Maybe whatever this was would have happened sooner.
“Shaw?” Vi whispered. Something in her voice had me sitting up straighter. She was looking at Shaw with her brows scrunched together, as if she didn’t know what to do or say.
Struggling to catch their breaths, Jagger and Shaw turned their heads. Their gazes drifted over Vi, hunger darkening their eyes.
Vi was solely focused on Shaw. “You never said that you missed us. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Shaw ducked her head. Shy had never been an adjective I associated with her before, but she had a vulnerability about her right then that had nothing to do with the fact that she was naked and had an audience while she fucked Jagger.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” she finally said after a few moments of tense silence passed.
“Why not?” Vi demanded.
“Because you don’t need me anymore.”
Tears filled my wife’s eyes. “That’s not true. How could you think that? You mean everything to me.”
Shaw swallowed hard. “It wasn’t supposed to be like that. I never meant to…”
“Love me?”
“Yeah.”
“I love you too.”
I smiled at that. Those words had always calmed something inside me.
I’d been possessive as fuck over my girl when we were younger.
But now, I could see all too clearly that Vi’s love was too damn special to keep just for myself.
Shaw had always been in her heart. Maybe I hadn’t let myself acknowledge it fully, but it was hard to miss now.
Shaw would have to kill me before I let her have all of Vi, but sharing had never sounded more fun in my life.
Relief filled Shaw’s face. “Really?”
“I’m mad that you don’t already know that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say that. I just wish you would have said something sooner.” Vi huffed.
I stroked my hand down her back, pulling her attention back to me. “Well, you know now. What do you want to do with that new knowledge, baby?”
She stared down at me for a moment before her eyes brightened. “How do you feel about an experimenting era 2.0?”