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  I could almost see the fight leave her when she said a resigned, “Fine.”

  That one simple word almost knocked me on my ass. Before she changed her mind, I snagged her hand and not caring if her car was there or not walked her toward my mine.

  Chapter 11

  “Start explaining,” she said, folding her arms in a defiant stance the moment I closed the door behind us.

  Despite her demand, I took her hand and led her to the couch. Not until we sat side-by-side, having her undivided attention, did I start from the beginning. I took her back to the day my parents died in that tragic crash. With each piece of my puzzle I revealed, the ire slipped away bit by bit, replaced with empathy.

  I wasn’t telling her all that happened to gain pity. I merely wanted her to understand how lost I felt when I got to the tropical island. How that dangling carrot of debauchery, one that suddenly gave me breathing room to live my life without fear, was too tempting to turn down.

  I held nothing back. Not the power I felt by giving those lonely women a taste of pleasure they desperately needed. Not the way, with each new client, I truly believed my purpose was to lessen the effects of rejection, inadequacy their asshole husbands left them with. Not even details of Derek and I fucking them at the same time.

  Her eyes widened, her lips parted, and her breath came shallow as she sat taking it all in. She was turned on. That was beside the point because what I needed was her to forgive me.

  “But then, I met you,” I easily admitted while staring deep into her eyes. “Everything changed. That very night, I gave it all up. A few hours with you was all it took to know I would never be the same again.” My gaze drifted to her throat working a swallow. “Do you believe me?”

  “I do,” she said quietly. “If I had known weeks ago, I would have walked away not wanting anything to do with you. But you held that from me, you made me develop feelings for you. And now, I resent you for making me care. In addition to all that, my feelings for you don’t stop all the imagery in my mind of you fucking random women. Nor does it change how much I hate you did that with them all. How would you feel if reversed?”

  “I get it.” The mere thought of her with another man sent rage coursing through me... make it as many in number as I had, well, that made me want to commit murder. “Just tell me what I can do to take that away, Ali. I’ll do it. Whatever you need.”

  The sound of a key in the lock stole our focus from one another. “Hey,” Derek said with a wave of his hand. Guessing he interrupted something, he followed up with, “I’ll leave you kids alone.”

  I waited to hear his bedroom room click shut before I resumed my pleading... fuck, I’d beg if I had to. “Ali. Tell me how I can make this better for you.”

  A faraway look in her eyes had me wondering if I lost her. Expecting her to say nothing could be done, to run away from the possibility that we could make this work, I couldn’t hide my shock when she said, “I know what might help.”

  “What, baby. I’ll do it.”

  “You fuck me with Derek watching..." She studied my expression with a pause and then added more acid to my wounds by saying, “And, you watch me fuck Derek. I want both of you.”

  “You’re serious?”

  “Completely.” What in the absolute fuck? “Replace the visuals that are haunting me with new ones, Aiden,” she said with a touch of sarcasm.

  “Ali..." I scrubbed a hand through my hair floundering with a response. She showed me no sympathy, no remorse for her outlandish request. Instead, she leaned back clearly enjoying my dilemma.

  Would it be worth the risk putting her into a situation that she may enjoy so much, and in the process opening a can of worms? Would it create a new desire within her that I, alone, wouldn’t be able to fill?

  But what choice did I have? I wanted this woman more than I wanted anything in my life.

  “Fine.” It was her turn to reveal shock. “If that’s what you want, I’ll do it.” The slow salacious smile that spread over her lips caused a surge of trepidation that I quickly pushed away. Leaning closer until my mouth hovered against hers, I added, “But it’ll be one and done. You’ll have us both, you’ll get your fill, and then I’m not sharing you ever again.”

  She actually had the nerve to consider my request. Fuck, this could backfire bigtime. Regardless, I’d give her what she wanted knowing it provided a sliver of hope to have her every day in the way I wanted.

  “IS THIS SOME SORT OF trick?” If Derek gave me that “what the fuck” expression one more time I would beat the shit out of him. Normally, he jumped right into his role without question. But now after confiding Ali wanted us both, it took a full five minutes and he still wasn’t convinced.

  “Look, this is what she wants. I’m only agreeing because I can’t lose her. Just do this one favor for me, man?”

  “And you’ll promise not to feed me my balls when I fuck her?”

  The mention of what was about to happen sent rage through every part of me. “I promise,” I said tightly through clenched teeth.

  “Can I get that in writing?”

  A hard shove pushed him out of his room. “Just move it.”

  He followed me into the spare room and immediately sat on the chair facing the bed. “Take off your clothes, Ali, and lay down on the mattress,” I said with authority, shutting the door to lock us all in.

  She hesitated just enough to give me hope that maybe she would change her mind. But then, like an evil prank, her delicate fingers began unbuttoning her sheer blouse. Clenching my fists, I tried to ignore the jealousy consuming me when her gaze cut to Derek and held.

  Piece by piece she removed everything she wore, and with each article removed came a fresh gash of distress. My cock didn’t get the memo, though. He proudly stretched in my pants rubbing his little grubby hands together in wait to take her.

  I needed to imagine anyone other than her. It should have been easy to do since I’d had so many women in that very room with Derek present, but it wasn’t. Ali wasn’t just any other woman nor was she a client. But, fuck, wasn’t it obvious I’d do anything to get her back?

  It might have been easier to walk away from her ballsy request if I hadn’t already tasted her and felt how perfectly she fit around my cock. One glance at the way she looked at Derek made me want to call the whole thing off.

  Needing to get it over with, I removed my clothes and Derek followed suit. My Ali, licked her lips while staring at my best friend. Suddenly, my mind began to wander and play tricks on me. Did I just imagine her staring at his dick with wide eyes after only giving mine a quick look? Did she lick her lips wanting to taste him or because she craved my taste? Did I cause her nipples to harden or was it the way Derek gripped his own cock?

  Fuck.

  “We’re here now, Ali, doing what you wanted, but I decided Derek’s going first. Once he’s done, he’ll watch me fuck you, but make no mistake, after he fucks your sweet pussy, that’s it. You’ll never have another man between your legs unless it’s me. Got it?”

  “Fine,” she said stubbornly.

  I looked at Derek. “No kissing. Those lips are all mine.”

  He nodded and sheathed himself with a condom. My heart slammed against my ribcage as he stepped to the edge of the bed. Ali looked at me before dropping her knees to the side giving my pal a front row view of her soft pink flesh.

  “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” I asked my friend boasting my role in this scenario. If Ali wanted to play, then that was exactly what would happen. Little did she know how good I was at it.

  Derek nodded strumming her clit with his thumb. “Very... and wet,” he said sliding his finger inside of her. “Tight too.” With every word and move my fists clenched. There was zero doubt by the end of this my palms would be bleeding.

  I stepped closer until my face was near hers. “Does he feel good, Ali? Do you like the way his finger is fucking you right now?”

  She met my eye and smirked. “Yes, but I can’t wait to
feel his cock.”

  Motherfucker. The woman was trying to kill me.

  Derek looked my way, and on my nod held the tip of his cock near her entrance. With one hard thrust, when he vanished inside of her I clenched my jaw so hard I practically cracked a tooth.

  “Damn, you feel good, Ali,” Derek said earning himself a smile from my demure lady. “I could stay inside of you all day.” He looked at me. “How could you not want to live here?”

  I practically growled at his stupid question. All I wanted to tell him was to fuck her and get it over with, but the blush on Ali’s cheeks spurred me to turn it into a production of sorts. “Believe me I do, but right now watching you fuck my girl has me hard as steel.”

  With a mind of its own, my hand found my cock and started pumping. I stood to give Ali the perfect view of how badly I wanted her and how turned on I was. Her eyes connected with mine, but she quickly flicked them to where she and Derek were connected.

  Not being able to wait, I released myself and began to work her clit with a stinging flick. As Derek continued to move in and out of her, Ali’s hips bucked and her hole pulsed around his cock.

  This needed to end... now. I quickened my touch eliciting a guttural moan out of her. I looked at Derek. “Don’t come.”

  Ali’s head popped up. “What?”

  “Don’t worry, baby. He’ll come soon but not in your pussy. That’s reserved for me.”

  Understanding my meaning, Derek pulled out and removed his condom, tying it off and casting it aside. Ali watched as I rolled one on my stiff shaft and got on the bed next to her.

  “Get on all fours, Ali. I want you facing Derek.” After giving me an annoyed glare, she positioned herself just as I asked.

  “Open that pretty mouth for me. Ali,” Derek said holding his dick out. When he rolled his head back, I knew she let him in. “That’s it, suck... nice and hard, baby.”

  I watched Ali’s head bob up and down, her ass on full display for me. If I knew fucking it now wouldn’t send her running, I would’ve lubed her up and went for it. But instead, knowing it was only a matter of time when I would, I leaned down and gave it a small bite right before I thrust two fingers inside of her pussy.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Ali. You wanted both of us, you’re going to get both of us. Okay?” I asked needing to make sure she was still on board and slightly hoping she’d bow out and say she just wanted me. Yeah, no such luck. After a breathy, yes, I replaced my fingers with my cock.

  Given his occupation, I knew Derek could go on forever where I was ready to bust a nut. The need to fill her completely overwhelmed me. The selfish prick in me wanted my friend out of there. “Play with his balls while he fucks your mouth harder, Ali.”

  Derek’s eyes flew to mine before a slow grin spread. Thank fuck, he got the message, closed his eyes, and pistoned his hips back and forth mirroring my own rhythm. Between us, Ali’s body rocked from the onslaught of pounding that came from two cocks.

  The tell-tale sign Derek was about to blow came when he groaned before stilling with his dick deep enough to hit the back of her throat. “Fuck!” he hissed as his hands gripped her head to hold her steady while I suspected she swallowed his every drop of his cum.

  “Swallow, Ali,” I commanded amping up the scenario she craved. Without complaint, she did just that and when she turned to look at me, her fucking pink tongue poked out to lick her lips. It didn’t take much effort for me to flip her over where she landed on her back. I repositioned us until her head hit the pillow near the headboard.

  “Time for Derek to sit back and watch. Do you still want that Ali? Do you want him to watch me fuck you? To see what he missed out on by not coming in you? Speak now or forever hold your piece.” An unintelligible whimper forced me to demand her to say the words out loud. “Tell me, Ali.”

  “Yes,” she finally said with resignation. In one quick thrust, I was back inside of her—where I only wanted to be. Lacing our fingers together, I held them over her head.

  “Fuck, you feel good. I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer, Ali.”

  The way her hips bucked against mine, her pussy clenching me like a vise, had my balls tightening. When I released my grip on her hands, I pulled out and ripped off the condom. Ali propped herself up on her elbows shocked at my move.

  “Open that pretty mouth of yours. My cock will be the last one you fuck... and my cum will be the last one you taste.”

  Being the good girl she was, her wicked lips curled up at the corners before she complied by sticking her tongue out. Up on my knees, I held my dick stroking it until every last drop met her greedy mouth.

  I watched her work it down before running her fingertips across her lips seductively. Moments after my breathing resumed to normal and she relaxed into the mattress, I gave Derek one last glance and barked, “Okay, get the fuck out. I need to eat my girl’s pussy as dessert.”

  Derek smirked like the dick he was and said, “Bon appetit.” No sooner had the door clicked shut behind him, then I was between her legs, lapping at the sweetest cunt I ever tasted.

  Chapter 12

  After our threesome with Derek a few months ago, he has since moved on and found his own place in Los Angeles. We talked every week and he was very forthcoming on how great business had been for him.

  It was strange how that day with Derek had Ali and me turning a major corner in our relationship. Gone was all the mistrust and insecurities, and in their place was newfound respect between us that carried into the bedroom. Obviously, the sex remained to be hot as fuck, but another layer had been added amping up our intimacy. It was no longer about getting to the final stage of completion, but all about the journey.

  We equally pleasured the other... true pleasure. The kind where the other person was all you cared about before your own release. Had to be love, right?

  Okay, don’t judge me... that never happened in my adult life before.

  Understandably, things had been awkward between Ali and Derek while he still lived with me. Once he moved out, on the occasions he called while she was with me a permanent blush tinged her cheeks.

  We rarely discussed that night when I crossed every line with the woman I now realized I loved. On that same token, Ali had since forgiven me for all my past indiscretions, and thank Christ never mentioned bringing anyone else into our bedroom again... not that I’d allow it.

  I say, our bedroom, mainly because she had stayed more nights with me than without. I loved having her in my space, her clothes scattered among mine, and her girly things commingling with my manly ones. But... she still had her own apartment where she’d go home and regroup every few nights. We discussed her finally moving in with me, but with our work schedules, and spending every waking moment enjoying being a couple, we hadn’t had the time to make it official.

  Today, after she left to start her shift at the hospital, she had no idea I took the day off to move her in once and for all. Her friend Shelly turned out to be a pretty decent friend. She ended up with that dude at the bar she ditched us for, and helped tremendously getting all of Ali’s things packed and ready for me to pick up. Selfishly, she admitted her boyfriend would move in as soon as I moved Ali out. Win/win.

  I’d finally be living with the woman who knocked me on my ass. Ali had become one of my best friends. There wasn’t a thing we couldn’t talk about or share with each other... something I never saw coming.

  Right on cue, my phone buzzed with an incoming text.

  Ali: Hey hon, on my way over. See you soon.

  Seeing it pop up on my phone had my dick hardening in anticipation of her arrival. I hated to say we had a routine because that sounded so dull, but we did. On nights I worked late, she’d be waiting for me with a cold beer, wearing nothing other than one of my T-shirts, looking completely fuckable. On nights she worked late, her favorite wine and her man in nothing more than a tight pair of boxer briefs was what awaited her.

  Either situation resulted in the same way.
.. foreplay, sex, food, more foreplay, more sex, sleep.

  I’m ready and waiting, baby.

  Ali: Of course you are ;)

  Things between us just kept getting better and better. I would never have guessed that less than six months after meeting this spectacular woman, thoughts of making her my forever would consume me as they had been. It was only a matter of time before I asked her to be my wife. Fuck, wife. Who would have thunk it? But, it didn’t scare me. Hell, I’d ask her today if it was up to me. She just really wanted to live together for a while and enjoy growing as a couple. Deep down, I knew that was her way of protecting her heart and after our rough start, I was fine with it.

  Unfortunately, having had a threesome so early in our relationship created an unspoken need to keep things sizzling and intoxicating. Finding different filthy ways to get her off became a personal goal, and so far I rose to the occasion every damn time. She had no idea of the lengths I’d go to just to top the last time.

  Being a masseuse had proved its value through touch and foreplay. I turned my girl into a tyrant that now expected a personal massage the moment she came home from an exhausting day at the hospital. More times than not, it always led to her naked, at my whim, to pleasure her in any way I saw fit. During, I remained fully clothed. There was something about her being bare, open and completely receptive as I manipulated her sexual senses. And in the process, it always made me harder than stone.

  Everything I did was for her. Yeah, I was that guy.

  Having moved all her things over to my place was only part of her surprise tonight. My living room had been transformed into a romantic haven, with candles lit throughout and soft music playing through my wireless speaker.