“No, Hailey. You assume that two married men must be gay.”
She finally meets my gaze, her eyes wide and confused. “But—” she sputters, apparently lost for words. “You—I heard—”
“To be fair, it’s the same assumption everyone makes,” Jameson says gently, pulling her back against his chest. He pulls her hair over one shoulder, running his nose along the bare slope of her neck. “But that’s so… limiting. Bobby and I have broader tastes.”
Hailey’s eyes flutter at the contact, her ripe lips parting. Jesus, just watching him with her is enough to flood my body with need. Jameson’s enormous palm spreads over her stomach, his summer tan contrasting against the baby blue fabric and delicate pink roses of her dress.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I murmur, stepping closer. “And I know you can feel how much he wants you to stay.”
As if in agreement, Jameson’s hand pulls her flush against his front, fingers flexing possessively over her belly. I know exactly how it feels when he holds me like that, but watching Hailey experience it for herself… fuck. She shifts against him, and from the way his jaw is clenching, he’s aching for her just as badly as I am.
“You were right about one thing,” Jameson says, teeth catching her earlobe. “We saw the post. Did you like listening to us the other night?” Hailey whimpers, nodding her head. “Did you touch yourself?”
“You know I did,” she whispers. I’m mesmerized watching him with her. As badly as I want to feel her skin under my fingertips, I can’t help taking it in. The sight of them together like that, eyes boring into me, drawing me closer, is more than I could ever resist.
“Mmm… but I want to hearyousay it, Hailey.” Jameson’s eyes flick upward, meeting mine over her shoulder. “Tell me all those dirty little fantasies you’ve been keeping locked up.”
Hailey’s lips part, and even though the lust in her eyes is unmistakable, she’s trembling in his arms. For a moment, I’m afraid we’ve gone too far, but once her pretty lips start moving that fear evaporates.
“I imagined you… bending Bobby over the edge of the bed.” She levels me with a gaze. “I thought about Jameson pulling your hair, fucking you…” she licks her lips. “… hard enough to break furniture. I thought about watching you from the corner and—” she stumbles over the words.
“Slipping your hands between your legs?” I ask. She nods. “You know we haven’t tasted pussy in years?” I say to Jameson. His lips twist into a devious smile and he growls low in his throat.
“I have missed that. Are you going to give us a taste, sweet Hailey?” He asks. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You wrote it all down for us. You want us to fuck you. Take turns with your body. Share you. Fill you with our cum.”
Hailey nods frantically. “Oh, my God, yes.”
“That’s not all,” I remind him. “She said she wants us to knock her up,” I add, cupping her cheek and staring into her eyes. “Breed her.”
Hailey draws a ragged breath, staring deep into my eyes and moaning the word I’m dying to hear. “Yes.”
Jameson squeezes her belly again. “Good girl. We have beendyingto touch you.Tasteyou. Give you everything you need. We want you round with our baby, but first…” he grips the back of my neck, pulling my mouth within an inch of hers. “We’re going to make youscreamour names.”
Her breath hitches excitedly as she inhales, trembling between us. I graze my lips over hers. It’s the softest, barest of touches, but she moans like she’s been aching for it.
And I guess she has… I think of the vibrator that crapped out on her days ago, the admission that she was too embarrassed to touch herself in our house ever since.
“You never did get to come the other night, did you?” I whisper. She blinks those hazel eyes, giving me a small shake of her head. Jameson strokes her hair, watching us. “Oh, baby girl. Have you just been walking around aching?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.I can fix that,I think eagerly. I cover her mouth with mine, groaning at the feel of her. Where Jameson is big and hard, Hailey is all soft curves and warmth. It’s not that she’s weak or delicate, not by a long shot. I just hadn’t realized how much I’d missed the way a woman feels. The sounds she makes, the way she tastes… Ineedher the same way IneedJameson.
I drink her in, kissing her the way I’ve imagined for months. Her sweet tongue flicks against mine, drawing me deeper into her mouth. Jameson’s hands move between us. They steal under the neckline of her dress, tug at her nipples, and stroke my length over my jeans. My dick is already aching and dripping, desperate to fill her.
Jameson nips at her jaw, and when he looks at me, his eyes drop to the floor; a wordless gesture demanding I get on my knees. A tremor of excitement rushes up my spine. He is so fucking sexy when he gets like this, and he knows it. I drop, knees hitting the plush carpet with a thump.
Grinning up at Hailey’s wide, fascinated eyes, and Jameson’s dark look of possession, I run my hands up the outside of her legs. He walks his fingers through the fabric of her dress, the hem climbing higher and higher, teasing me with each inch of her luscious legs.
Once he gets her dress up to her hips, he lifts it over her head. Soft pink panties and a matching bra are the only thing keeping us from devouring her.
I groan, running my hands over the swells of Hailey’s hips and the subtle curve of her belly. I hear Jameson murmuring to her above. “Bobby’s been starved of pussy for so long.” I glance up, memorizing the way they look together.
He has a finger under her chin, tipping her face up to peer into his eyes. Her head lays back against his chest, giving him every ounce of the focus he wants. Jameson takes her mouth, his expression rapturous. My dick throbs against the fly of my jeans.
It’s been years since we were with anyone else, and as good as everything felt with just the two of us, sharing Hailey like this… it somehow feels even more intimate. I think I’d forgotten what a turn on it is to watch him lose himself like that.
Hooking my fingers at the sides of her panties, I pull her hips forward, burying my face in the fabric. The soft hint of her feminine musk makes my mouth water. I breathe it in, filling my lungs with her.
“See how bad he wants you?” Jameson’s words vibrate through the room, low and tantalizing. His hand slips under her waistband, making Hailey moan. Her knees tremble as she looks down into my eyes. He pulls his fingers free and runs them over my lips, painting me with her slick. “How does she taste?” He asks, his mouth twisted in a devastating smirk.