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Hunter
“Scott, party of three,” Drake says to the host at the restaurant. It’s a classy place just off the strip that he promised would have the best steaks we’ve ever had.
Isabel is next to me in a tight green dress that makes her copper-red hair seem even brighter. And all of those beautiful curves of her body make me want to drag her back to the hotel and have my way with her. Or better yet, watch Drake have his way with her.
He looks just as good tonight with his long blond locks slicked back and a dark blue button-down shirt that brings out the ocean blue color of his eyes.
How the fuck did I get so lucky? The two hottest people in this whole restaurant are here with me.
“Right this way, sir,” the host says as he guides the three of us to the back of the dimly lit restaurant. He gestures to a corner booth in the back and I smile to myself because it’s private and I’m in the mood to get in a little trouble.
I slide in first and Drake and Isabel sit on the opposite side. Isabel orders a bottle of wine for the table and I lean back in my seat, admiring the two of them together.
They’re both up to something this weekend. I just wish I knew what it was. I don’t think they’re in on it together, but Drake seems overly excited while Isabel is holding some hesitation in her mannerisms. If they don’t come clean soon, I’ll likely explode.
When the wine comes, the waiter pours us each a glass before taking our orders. Once he’s gone, I hold up my glass.
“You two remember when we were in this city five years ago?” I say with a crooked smile.
“Of course,” Isabel replies, holding up her glass. “One of the best nights of my life.”
“Better than the spanking bench in Nashville?” Drake says with a laugh as he holds up his glass.
Isabel blushes. “Yes, because Vegas was the night when we really becameus. That was the first nightsomeonedecided to do more than watch.”
She levels her gaze on my face and raises her eyebrows.
I touch my glass to hers with a gentle clink. “Best decision of my life.”
“To memories,” Drake says, doing the same with his.
“To us,” I add as I put the glass to my lips and take a sip.
“To us,” they repeat.
Through our entire meal, we reminisce. It's perfect. Reliving all of the filthy things we’ve done in our five years together.
“Or that time we had sex at the yoga studio.” Isabel laughs, her cheeks turning red from the stories and the wine.
“That was Hunter’s birthday,” Drake adds with a smile.
“And it was a very happy one,” I say, running my finger over the rim of my wine glass. “And to think you guys thought I was crazy for what I wanted.”
“We did think you were crazy,” Isabel says with a giggle.
“Wanting to watch your best friend fuck your wife,” Drake says in a whisper.
“Now I get to watch my husband fuck my wife. I must be the world’s luckiest asshole.” I lick my lips as I stare at them. “How about we add some memories to the story?” I say mischievously.
“Such as?” Isabel asks.
“Well, one day we can talk about that time I watched Drake fingerfuck you under the table at that fancy restaurant.”
Her eyes widen as she looks around at the quiet restaurant. No one is looking at us and we’re tucked away in the corner. It’s hardly a risk and she must realize that.
I watch as Drake’s hand slides up her thigh. “Now that’s something to remember,” he says seductively.
Sitting back, I smile as Isabel keeps her eyes on my face. I can tell the exact moment, Drake’s fingers reach the apex of her thighs. Her tongue slips out, licking her lower lip before tugging it between her teeth.
