Chapter 21

The next morning, after untangling myself from Bobby’s arms, I yawned and staggered to the bathroom to get ready for work. With Pete’s house still dark, the pulsing void inside me wouldn’t dissipate. Once at the office, it didn’t slow the entire day. After one glance at me, Jake skittered away, an anxious expression on his face.

It took until Wednesday for his hopeful, if scared, visage to appear once more at my threshold.

“Uh, coffee, Mrs. Lawson?”

With every nerve alight, I could only imagine the look I gave him. But after staggering back a half step, he nodded.

“Um, okay. Never mind.”

No more. I hadn’t meant to snarl, but he jolted before turning away. Jake was no good as a distraction. Nothing could keep those eyes, those fingers, and that ... My breathing hitched. With me in that condition, there wasn’t anything in the universe capable of blocking Pete’s images.

Not to mention, after telling Bobby, we’d had no chance to even discuss his little fantasy. Did he want me to fuck Jake as well? Life was already complicated and confusing enough. Neither Bobby nor I could handle anymore. Not right then. Not yet.

The whole week dragged. His house dark, there was no sign of Pete. What had Lily done to him? Or him to her? Jesus, young or not, how much could a little thing like her endure? Again and again, I lifted my phone, poised to dial Pete, before tossing it away. Despite Bobby catching me several times, he only wandered off in silence.

It was even worse at night. Endless tremors shot through me whenever I slid into Bobby’s embrace. Every drag of his warm hardness along my spine had me gnawing at my pillow. As he throbbed into my back, his hands found my tits. And bless his loving soul, his fingers would try. With each simply-not-enough twist of my nipples, I’d give him a little moan for his effort. And we would kiss. But after our eyes met in the dim shadows, he’d release his grip.

Not yet.

Sunday dawned bright and sunny. With a sigh, I slipped downstairs in a black silk pajama top and panties to make coffee and breakfast. Since I’d given up looking for Pete, the sudden sound of his mower starting sent sparks racing through me.

While huffing, I flung myself into the counter, straining to catch sight of him. Just then, Bobby appeared, rubbing his eyes and yawning. As he stretched, eyelids still half-closed, he swept past me to fill a mug with coffee. While sipping, he slid his arm around my waist.

At his touch, every nerve flamed, and a moan of pure desire ripped from me.

Only then did my husband stop in mid-sip to stare at me.

Beneath his hand, I trembled while tracking Pete. He was, of course, shirtless. With those amazing muscles gleaming in the morning sunlight, he began the first driving plow through his lawn. After swallowing, Bobby slipped his fingers from me to grip his mug in both fists. Also tracking our neighbor, his gaze followed each spin before Pete reversed, driving the mower the other way.

Over and over.

Back and forth.

As we watched Pete, I ground against the kitchen counter. At first I held them in, but it wasn’t long before whimpers eased from my trembling lips. All the while, Bobby stood by my side, sipping while watching our neighbor. And my reactions. At last, with a sigh, he put his mug on the countertop and took my hand.

“A-are you, um, sure, babe?” I whispered in a husky voice.

Rather than speak, he only flashed me a tight grin. With a tighter squeeze of his fingers, he led me out the back door. Still silent, he towed me across the grass. Beneath my bare feet, each crunch of the sharp blades resounded.

When he noticed us, Pete whipped the mower around and stopped. After a slow nod, he wiped the sweat from his brow with a forearm. As his shiny massive chest rose and fell, he waited for my husband to bring me nearer. A grin appeared.

Once we’d slipped into his shadow, Bobby halted with a loud gulp. As his hand clenched tighter, it trembled. With my heart hammering, I swayed as my gaze swept the muscular hunk. When Pete’s smile widened, becoming that marvel that drew on my soul, the world fluttered away into a murky haze. After I’d spotted the rising mass beneath his shorts, he chuckled. At Bobby’s soft gasp, I knew he’d spotted Pete’s arousal as well.

“Are you sure, Bobby boy?” Pete’s voice was calm, neighborly, as if he was about to borrow a cup of sugar.

“Oh,” slipped from me when flaring heat rippled over my skin and deep inside. This was about to happen.

That flickering flame slipped free to caress the first wave of pure desire surging within me. My knees wobbled. Oh, God, my core was lengthening for him. Although Pete said nothing, cooler air engulfed me as Bobby lifted my pajama top. Over my tight nipples, the sliding silk ignited the building flames. With my gaze fixed on Pete’s neutral face, my legs became jelly when Bobby’s shaky fingertips gripped my waistband.

One last pause. With my heartbeat hammering, I placed a hand on my husband’s and looked deep into his eyes. Fear. Hope. Love. All swirled inside him. When he nodded, I released him and returned to Pete’s patient expression. Jesus, how many times had he done this? Unlike the heat that flared within, a chill sent shivers over me when my husband drew the panties down my shaking legs.

Only then did Pete’s appraising eyes scan my quivering frame. Yet, his grin faded as he faced Bobby.

“Step One. Let’s make things perfectly clear between us.” He crossed those massive tree-trunk arms over his muscled chest. “Take off my shorts, Bobby boy.”

While calm at first, he’d ended with the curt command tone, and Bobby jolted. His wide eyes flicked from Pete to me.

Time slowed. What few muffled sounds that made it through the pounding in my ears muted. The world beyond both men faded into a thickening haze.

“Um, w-what?” My husband’s voice wavered.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Bobby boy.” Again, that brusque tone sent tremors through me. And Bobby.

With a gulp, my husband reached for Pete’s hips but froze when Pete placed his huge hands onto Bobby’s shoulders. At first, he resisted, but crumpled to his knees as Pete pressed on him. After flashing me a wide grin, Pete actually moaned when Bobby pulled on his trunks. My gasp matched my husband’s when that enormous crimson tower lurched free to wobble into the sunlight.

Bobby’s eyes were saucepans. He’d never seen that magnificent beast in all its glory. While gulping, he shied away from it to slide Pete’s shorts to his ankles.

“It’s pretty big, huh, Bobby boy?”

“Um-hmm. Uh, y-yes.” He glanced at Pete before returning to the throbbing monster.

With the universe slowing further, it disappeared when Pete looked into my eyes. A tremor flashed through me as everything except him faded to black.

“Spread for me, baby girl.”

Command. No thinking. Obey.

My outspread fingers mashed each side of my fleshy petals. Chilly air flowed into me. As I descended into those gray pools, I pulled myself apart. For Pete. More air, deeper. With one hand gripping his root, Pete took a step closer. After inspecting my stretched folds, he nodded. At his wink, warm rivulets escaped to trickle down my legs.

“Step two, Bobby boy.” While the same cool voice still echoed, he looked at my kneeling husband. “Put me inside her. I need it to be clear. This is what we all want.”

After a slow hissing exhale, my husband lifted his gaze. But his hand moved. And after his shaky fingers encircled the massive tube, his tremors ceased. As he kept staring at me, Bobby tugged Pete forward by the shaft. When the bulbous knob parted my drooling lips, my eyes went wide. Fountains of heat ignited within my core. It was going to happen. At last.

Just as Bobby pushed him deeper, piercing my gate, a groan ripped from me. It was matched by Pete’s low moan. At the sudden gentle touch, I jolted when Pete’s palm skimmed under my thigh. With his graphite lasers boring into me, I let him lift my leg.

As I tumbled further into his gray pools, Pete took over from my husband, shoving further. Inch after slow, thick inch pierced me, forcing aside my tender clasping flesh. This time, there was no pause. Soaked, I’d been ready for him all week. After one final push, my insides clenched his swollen, pulsing stiffness. As air hissed from his parted lips, his eyes glinted. He leaned into my ear.

“Miss me, baby girl?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I replied in a shaky voice while wrapping my arms tight around him.

Only then did I notice my husband leaning away. With a grunt, Pete pushed the beast’s final pulsating section into me.

Or so I thought.

As a louder grunt left him, Pete lifted my other leg and hefted me upwards as my trembling ankles hooked behind his waist. With his hands shifted to my ribs, he shoved me down on his sweat-slick muscular frame. As the universe smeared, my eyes flew open. Massive and throbbing with his heartbeat, his cock drove further into me. Or rather, as he laughed, he plunged me down onto it.

At the sudden wet splat of our bodies meeting, air blasted from me. I was impaled. In broad daylight. Riding Pete. My husband? I didn’t know where Bobby had gone. Nothing but Pete’s brilliant, soul-eating grin inhabited my shaking world.

And that disappeared when I dropped my lips over his. Even as his tongue slipped forward, mine surged to play.

All of a sudden, we were moving.

With each thumping footstep, Pete’s rod pounded deeper inside me. Every nudge into the top of my pulsating tightness sent jolting flares of pleasure through me. As my nails clawed across his back, wave after wave built. Once he reached our deck, the steps upwards had me moaning. Air bubbled from our mashing lips.

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