Even though I know what he’s doing, and I do trust him, I can’t quell the fear that he’ll regret this… Watching it. Last time, it was only his imagination that drove him away. Maybe he’s here because he could convince himself it didn’t happen because he didn’t see it. He can’t unsee this.
“Show me, Zayd. Show me how it’s really done,” Sutton says, his body growing hotter against my back.
A soft growl rumbles in Zayd’s throat. “Yes, sir.”
My knees shake, and my breath shudders as Zayd drops to his knees in front of me and leans in. His lips part as he closes in. Finally, his tongue darts out to lick a line along the pulse in my neck.
“Be thorough,” Sutton tells him. “We need to make sure she’s safe.”
“The more of her skin I mark, the safer she will be.” There’s a question of permission in Zayd’s voice.
Sutton takes the front of my shirt in both of his fists and pulls, tearing it apart.
Zayd turns away, his eyes closed.
“Why—”
“I told him not to look. Remember?” I say, cutting Sutton off.
“Tell him he can look now,” Sutton orders, but in a gentle, encouraging way.
Sutton may be comfortable ordering Zayd around, but I can’t do that to him.
So, instead of telling him, I place a hand on Zayd’s cheek and turn his head toward me, and offer him the option. “You may open your eyes.”
I fall headfirst into the all-black pools of Zayd’s eyes. Completely forgetting who I am, that my husband’s hands are around me as I bend down to cover Zayd’s mouth with mine.
It’s not until my tongue grazes Zayd’s fangs that I remember who I am and that who I’m kissing is not my husband, and I pull away with a thousand apologies on my lips.
Sutton silences them with his own lips, turning my head and eating my words as he licks the guilt from my tongue.
With my head twisted over my shoulder while Sutton kisses me senseless, I pull Zayd in by the nape of his neck to bury his face between my breasts.
Zayd rubs his cheeks on my skin, massaging the soft mounds. His lips brush my nipple, making me whimper. My knees buckle.
Sutton pulls back, his lust-filled eyes follow Zayd as he moves to tease the other side.
Before I have a chance to fear Sutton’s jealousy, Sutton cups my breast in his hand and offers it to Zayd, tracing Zayd’s lips with the pebble-hard peak.
Zayd’s lips part, and he laps his flattened tongue in a circle over my nipple before sucking in a mouthful of me.
“You like that, baby?” Sutton asks.
The answer is on the tip of my tongue, but I struggle to say it out loud.
Not just because someone who is not my husband has my tit in his mouth, but because I worry that they are only doing this because I like it, and maybe they actually hate it.
Sutton swore he wouldn’t leave me again, and Zayd swore he’d protect me, but I can’t imagine either of them had considered this when they made those promises.
“Wait. Stop,” I say, and they both let me go as I step out from between them, wrapping my arms around my chest.
“This… It’s too much. Too fast. I don’t understand what’s going on, and… Do you two know what you’re doing? Do you have any idea what kind of Pandora’s box you’re opening? Is this really what you want? Either of you?”
Sutton and Zayd look at each other before Sutton says, “I can’t say that I know what I’m doing or why, but I can say, with one hundred percent certainty, I want this.” Sutton looks back at me. “I realized something when Zayd came to the house to bring me back. Something that I think only the time away would let me see.”
“What?” I ask with a lump in my throat.
“Smelling you on him and him on you…” Sutton takes a moment, squeezes his eyes shut, then says, barely above a whisper, “It turns me on.”
