Chapter 39
Grant
It’s still dark as I lie here and think about the woman lying in our bed. The woman who’s turned my life upside down in the best way. The woman I think I might be falling for, too.
This weekend has been everything I needed to confirm how I feel about Jo.
Her laugh.
Her sass.
Her love.
I’m seeing Jo in another light. Part of me wants to do it for Clay, but the bigger part wants to just do it for me. In a weird way, to know if I could see myself with her, without Clay. I never thought that answer would be yes. But it is.
God forbid something terrible happened to my husband, I’d still want Jo. That’s how I know this is real. This is more for me, too.
She is the surprise I didn’t see coming into our lives, and now, I never want her to leave. With each date, each kiss, each touch, my heart has made room for her, too. Clay showed me it's possible to love more than one person, and she showed me that I want it to be her.
I’m in awe of our situation. She’s shared so much that she’s working on personally. There’s trauma there for her to work through. Fears and nightmares I will never understand, but I want to support her through it all.
If she doesn’t choose to try this with us for real, I already know I’d be crushed. I’d be picking up my husband’s pieces, too. I was worried it would hurt our relationship, but it’s done just the opposite. I feel stronger because of her. She makes me want to be more for both of them.
I don’t want this weekend to end. I can see her here, in our home and in our lives. I know it’s probably too soon to ask her to move in, but I’ve seen firsthand how quickly lives can end. That experience has changed me. Changed us. And I know Clay would have her moved before she’d say yes.
My dick is fully on board with this plan. I know I’m hard under the sheets, but we’ve been going at it like crazy all weekend. She has to be sore and tired. I won’t wake either of them up.
I drift back to sleep. Thinking about them.
Warm, wet heat envelops my cock. I groan. The feeling is strong and making me ache all over. My hips move on their own, seeking more even though I know it’s a dream.
The best fucking dream.
“Mmm.” Hits my ears, and it’s getting louder. My cock is in heaven as the suction intensifies. I moan as my dream continues. If this keeps up, I’m going to make a mess of the sheets.
Soft lips touch mine. “Good morning.” Clay’s voice forces my sleepy eyes open. And I realize my cock is deep in Jo’s mouth.
Damn.
This is even better than a dream. She pulls another moan from me as she works her mouth around my cock. Sucking and pulling, demanding I give her what she wants.
“So good, Jo. So, fucking good.”
“Jo has the best wake-up call. You should know, you taught her well.”
I then realize her hand is stroking Clay’s cock. Damn, a guy could really get used to this. Clay is already wild over having my cum, but two people who want it? Hell, yes!
“Her mouth… feels like heaven.” I moan.
“You going to fill it up? Let it pour down her throat so she can take mine next?” His words are a promise of what’s next.
“Fuck!” That’s all I need to go over the edge. Hot cum bursts from my cock, her throat muscles working to swallow every drop.
Jo doesn’t miss a beat, taking it all. “Delicious.” She smiles as I sag into the bed.
My eyes are glued to her as she shifts over to Clay’s cock and, without warning, takes him deep into her mouth. It’s only been a couple of months since I taught her what he likes, and now she looks like a pro.
But I don’t want her to learn with anyone else. Jealousy hits me as I think about her possibly leaving us and sucking off someone else. My fists clench.
It’s the first time I’ve had this thought, but she hasn’t shared how she feels. She already seemed surprised we wanted her to stay the weekend. You haven’t exactly shared either.
Clay moans, and I’m brought back to watching her take him. Wanting his cum too.
She can’t possibly want someone else, right? Aren’t we enough, or are we too much?
Again, jealousy, as I’ve never known, hits me in the gut. I don’t think I could see her with another man. Or worse… men.
Shit.
I’ve more than fallen.
I’m in love with Ms. Jolee Fern.