Page 45 of Hotwife
Cedric stepped forward, close enough I could smell his intoxicating cologne. His arm brushed my left arm while Des stood his ground at my right. “Dot, do you remember the first conversation we ever had, right here? I told you I liked you the way you are. I told you I liked that you were brave enough to buck convention. It’s what made me fall in love with you. Then what happens? Years later, you forged your own path again, and I get angry over it? I’m a hypocrite. Because when I’m honest, I can see how this may work. When I take convention and societal rules off the table… Something about it fits.”
“Are you saying—” My breath hitched as Des moved closer, his scruff meeting my neck. Warmth flooded my core at the feel of both of them so close. “Are you saying the three of us could…”
Cedric took my chin and turned my lips to his, kissing me softly. “Yes, I am.”
Desmond bit my neck lightly. “He makes a compelling argument, Queen. I couldn’t take you away from him if I tried, so I’m going to stop trying and just be with you, however you’ll have me.”
“Oh my god,” I breathed, my skin sensitive to every touch and breath. “We have to get out of here. My hotel isn’t far-”
My husband took my hand and brought it to his lips. “We have a better idea.”
“I could get used to this we thing,” I replied, walking toward the guys’ car.
“Oh, you have no idea how used to it we want you to get,” Desmond purred, opening my door for me. A tingle wandered down my spine in anticipation. Once the engine roared to life and the headlights lit, I leaned forward to peep into the kitchen.
Rolling my eyes with a smile, I flipped my sister off, who was watching and waving from the open window.
* * *
Cedric peppered my palm with kisses and we drove through the night.
“I drive next time,” Des grumbled from the backseat and I giggled.
“How did this happen?” I asked.
Desmond leaned forward and twirled a piece of my hair. “After you left, and Cedric and I got drunk as hell, we decided neither of us were giving you up. So that only left two options.”
“Which were?” I asked, hiding my smile.
Cedric pulled into a paved driveway on a secluded lot. “Battle to the death… or share.”
Laughter shook my chest as I opened the car door. “Well, I know who would win,” I said, stepping out. A resounding, “Who?” echoing behind my teasing joke.
We were parked outside a big country house. “This is lovely,” I breathed. “Is this where we’re staying?”
“It is,” Cedric replied, coming around to take my hand again. I was loving all the affection he was giving me. So many kisses, touches, and holding my hand. That coupled with Des watching, waiting for any opportunity to swoop in with passion of his own… I was in heaven. Being with the two of them together felt so right.
Darkness covered the property, making it difficult to see the details of the home. But from what I could tell in the moonlight, it was like something out of a fairy tale. Dark green paneling stood complimented by white shutters with little flower boxes overflowing with yellow mums.
Walking up the stone steps and through the front door, the dark walnut wood floors and spiral staircase greeted us. “The place is remarkable,” I breathed, holding Cedric’s hand and giving Desmond’s shoulder a nuzzle. They both exchanged some sort of look over the top of my head.
“Come see the upstairs.” Cedric led the way up the stairs and down a hall. A huge room with floor to ceiling windows overlooked the property. Spanish moss covered willows swayed in the bright white moonlight as my eyes traveled from the scenery, to the plush, ornate rug under the…
“You guys, how is that…” I stumbled for words.
Desmond’s gruff laugh stoked the flame in my belly. “Now, how’d that get here?” he asked, coming up behind me and nuzzling my hair, sending shivers down my front.
“It’s custom made,” Cedric remarked, hands in his pockets as he sauntered over to the bar cart towards the wall, pouring himself a half glass of dark amber liquid. “Basically, it’s two California King beds in one, without the gap in the middle.” He looked like James Bond in the pale moonlight. His white button-up shirt undone halfway and grey slacks fitting him just right. My husband was sexy, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude that he was mine.
The bed was massive and lifted onto a shallow platform, taking up all horizontal space on its side of the room. Two stairs lead up to the beastly thing, dressed in a fluffy cream colored duvet.
“I love it,” I breathed, trying to hide my shallow inhales. “But where are you guys going to sleep?” I added, pulling a hearty chuckle from both of my men.
“I don’t think we’re going to be doing much sleeping tonight, Queen,” Desmond purred, his hands wrapping around my waist and up to the buttons of my blouse. “What do you think, Ced? Should I get our girl ready for bed?”
Cedric hummed, taking a sip of his drink and sitting in an armchair towards the corner of the bed.
Desmond peeled off my blouse, the sound of fabric hitting the floor sending a thrill to my aching core. I wanted him so badly, and equally so, I wanted my husband. “You glow like the heavens in the dark,” Desmond murmured before I felt his rough fingers unlatch my bra. My breasts fell heavy and free, catching the cool night air. My eyes met my husband’s, who leaned back in his chair, scanning me with dark appreciation. Reaching my hands up, I twirled my nipples, giving him a little show. “That’s a good girl,” Desmond purred, unzipping my jeans and tugging them down along with my thong, over the round of my hips. His hands pushing them down from the inside, softly grazing every curve like a motorcycle dips around a sharp bend.