15. Brogan #2
I noticed he was dressed casually in a pair of sweatpants and a dark T-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and made me salivate. I wanted to run my hands and mouth over every inch of him, including the impressive erection he was still sporting.
“Let me go change first, then I’ll join you both.”
I quickly changed into a pair of sweats myself, but I bypassed a shirt altogether and joined them shirtless.
Declan let out a low groan as he stared at my chest, while Enslee’s eyes widened.
I dropped my gaze down to hers, and when she felt the intensity of my stare, her head raised, and a slight blush crept across her cheeks.
I might’ve been with Declan for the last ten years, but I did appreciate a beautiful woman.
I’d been with females before getting with my man, so I identified as bisexual.
Declan did as well. And while Enslee didn’t possess the same sort of classical beauty Layla did, she was still beautiful in an unpretentious way.
Her long, dark hair framed an oval face with defined cheekbones and luscious lips begging to be bitten.
Her hazel eyes were wide and expressive, and they were currently fixated on me.
I continued to take her in like a lover would, slowly letting my gaze drop from those pouty lips lower to her chest, which was slightly heaving.
She had on a tight tank top which had no chance of hiding her hardened nipples.
My gaze finally dropped to her lap, and I smiled when I saw that she was sitting cross-legged on the couch cushion.
My so-called fiancée would never. She always sat up tall with her shoulders squared and one leg over the other as she’d learned in finishing school.
She was the epitome of a socialite and debutante when in public and around others, but when alone, she was far more subdued.
It had just never looked as natural or genuine on her as it did on Enslee.
The girl was from a small town in Alabama. I’d never been to that state, but I’d passed through other small towns in the South and assumed they were pretty much the same. I doubted Enslee had access to those same types of schools or would’ve wanted to have gone to one even if she had.
Enslee was more persistent than amenable, and that’d been something I’d witnessed firsthand that night in my office but had also seen on some of the podcasts she’d done on her social media channel.
She was also smart, articulate, and could command a camera.
Unfortunately, that was not a plus considering my current situation.
“I’m so excited to see some of these photos. Will you both tell me about them?” she asked, and I moved over to sit on the other side of her.
I didn’t miss her entire body tremble slightly as she was now sandwiched between Declan and me. He’d told me that he’d had some great pictures doctored, and I was anxious to see them for the first time myself. As he pulled the first one out, I looked over her head at him in question.
“You and Brogan were out at the Met for an event,” Declan told her. “And I was jealous that I was on location because you looked stunning in that dress.”
“The Met?” she asked.
“The Metropolitan Museum of Art,” I answered. And although the body pictured was Layla’s, whoever had edited this photograph had swapped out their heads and did the perfect amount of blending for it all to look natural.
“That’s a pretty dress. It doesn’t feel like me, but I suppose I needed to dress up to go there with you.”
Her brow furrowed and her lips pursed together.
I could see the mental gears spinning in her head.
She knew the event, attire, and date were off.
I didn’t need her focusing too much on that, so I was thankful when Declan produced another picture.
This time, it had been one from her social media where she’d taken a picture with two male friends.
Like in the last one, our heads were replaced this time, and it was done with such skill that no one would be the wiser that this was a fake.
“That hoodie looks very comfortable. I can’t remember the day, but I look so happy nonetheless. It had to be because I was with you both. What mountains are those in the back?”
“The Rocky Mountains,” Declan answered.
“The Great Smoky Mountains,” I said at the same time, but then realized we needed to get our story straight, so I added.
“Declan’s right. It was in Utah. All the mountains look the same to me.
And it’s not like we got to see much of them because we were busy doing something else with you while there. ”
“Doing what?” she asked, then her face turned two shades darker as she glanced between the two of us, then quickly changed the subject. “The mountains are gorgeous. What else do you have?”
Declan then produced a series of photographs. Some included all three of us, while others were either the two of them or me and her. He had to have had at least twenty-five to thirty pictures. I’d expected her to be all smiles after seeing the last one, but she looked pensive.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her.
“We have such a beautiful life together, but I can’t remember a second of it. I’m so sorry that I can’t remember. Just know that it isn’t for lack of trying. Maybe if we do some of the things we’d do together, then it might help.”
I felt like shit for making her feel bad.
She’d never remember those times in the pictures because they weren’t real.
We also never did anything together that she’d be able to remember, either.
Fortunately, that actually worked in our favor, so Declan got up and stretched, and when he did, both Enslee and I ate him up with our hungry gazes.
“We used to veg out on the sofa and watch movies together. Do you know what kind you might like to see?”
She tapped her fingernail against her lip a few times before finally smiling. “One of yours, of course.”
My lover smirked at me, especially because he knew how much I hated to watch the movies and television shows he did.
And it wasn’t because I didn’t want to be supportive.
I did actually torture myself with every single one, but the problem was the red-hot rage that’d flow through me when someone else touched him the way that I did, or was kissed by him the same way he’d kiss me, or just breathed the same air that he did.
I had irrational jealousy where he was concerned and always had.
When we were kids, I’d always wanted him on my teams, whether football, soccer, kickball, dodgeball, or anything else.
It had been that same green-eyed monster in college that had convinced him to stay in the room that night and watch porn there.
Declan had planned to go to the frat house, but I’d convinced him otherwise.
At first, all was great until it turned from a heterosexual pairing to a gay one, and our attraction had become too much to resist. Both turned the hell on, but fighting it, we didn’t kiss initially but had decided to get ourselves off.
As I’d stroked my cock, I’d glanced over and caught him staring at me.
There’d been no shame or embarrassment over jerking off to the sight of the other while men moaned on the television screen.
Knowing the other had been watching ended up being what we both needed to get off.
I’d never come so hard in my life to that point as I did that night.
We’d both leaned back and looked at our hands that were coated in our cum, and it wasn’t long until we both got hard again.
This time, we decided to jack each other off, and the moment he let out that guttural moan as I squeezed his shaft and flicked my nail over his tip, I’d been hooked.
Then when he’d come right afterward, everything my father had made me believe was erased from my head.