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CHAPTER TWO

luca

THEN

My favorite sound in the world reached my ears. Like a magnet, my gaze went straight to where Violet stood in her itty-bitty bikini by the pool.

Fuck.

All the blood in my head rushed south, tenting my board shorts in 2.6 seconds. Her head was slightly tipped back, so her hair cascaded over her shoulders, landing just a few inches shy of the small of her back. Her perfect ass jiggled ever so slightly, covered in nothing but a few scraps of purple cloth and strings.

Groaning, I angled my head to the right to get a better view. My mouth went dry when she took a few steps forward and hugged Shaw. She whispered something to her bestie before glancing over at me.

Ah, fuck yeah. I loved it when her eyes were on me, tracing over my ink and muscles. Nothing made my dick harder than when my wife watched me watching her. Did she even realize how beautiful she was? Doubtful. But that was another one of the million things I loved about the girl who had held my heart in the palm of her hand since birth.

Half the length of the pool separated us. Shaw and Jagger had come over to our house to enjoy a kid-free Saturday in the sun. A rare break before I had to endure football camp. We would be back in West Bridge soon enough, and life would be chaotic again. It was fine with me, as long as Vi kept laughing and I continued to be graced with the spectacular view I was currently enjoying.

“Stop it!” Jagger growled, dropping onto the lounger beside me. He made a whining sound when Vi and Shaw both looked at him and giggled.

Fuck.

I was tempted to just pull out my cock and start stroking. Wasn’t like everyone there hadn’t seen my dick before. It was just the four of us. No housekeeper. No bodyguard. Just the people who brought Vi joy, spending the day together. I was comfortable enough with my body not to be shy about my dick getting hard. When a man’s wife looked as good as mine did, it would have been an insult if I didn’t sprout wood when I was presented with such a delectable sight. I doubted our friends would be offended.

They had eyes that saw just fine, and I’d call them both liars if they didn’t agree Vi’s ass was reason enough to rub one out instead of crippling myself trying to fight my body’s natural reaction.

Jagger and I had been in sports together as kids and teenagers, so we’d seen each other naked plenty of times. And then there had been the countless weekends I’d been the designated driver for him and Lyric, chauffeuring their drunk asses around while they had sex with random girls in the back seat.

Shaw had made no secret of the fact that she’d seen my twin’s dick a few times. She’d said it to throw jabs at Jagger way back when, which had landed with brutal precision. And there were the many times she’d walked in on me fucking Vi. Casually, like I wasn’t balls deep in her best friend, the sweat pouring off me the only thing between Vi and me.

Shaw didn’t even blink.

But on more than one occasion, I’d caught Shaw checking out Vi’s ass. Or her amazing tits. Or looking straight at her lips when she was speaking. I got lost in all things Violet too, so I couldn’t blame Shaw. It was just those damned sighs Shaw made when she did it…

I didn’t want to admit they caused my dick to twitch.

“Stop what?” Vi asked, nibbling on her bottom lip like she was sweet and innocent—and not the sexy little vixen I’d fucked hard in our bed that morning.

“Stop…this?” Shaw tossed out and slapped her hand down on Vi’s ass.

“Fuck me,” Jagger groaned, looking away from the girls. I didn’t miss how he had to readjust his cock, but I was more interested in the way Shaw’s hand squeezed the flesh she had just spanked and jiggled Vi’s ass.

Hard.

Possessively.

The seams of my board shorts were no match for how hard my dick got watching Shaw bounce my wife’s ass up and down like she fucking owned it. My throat went dry. Had Shaw always been that hot?

My brain wanted to say no, but my cock was already weeping yes.

I tried to look away. Shaw and Vi teased and joked around like this all the time. The fact that I could feel the chemistry pouring off them at times? That was something I never let myself stop to think about.

Because if the thought so much as popped into my head, I got hard. And I didn’t want to get hard thinking about Shaw. I really didn’t.

But suddenly, I was picturing her bouncing Vi’s ass like that on my cock. And that had come threatening to gush out of me like a fire hose.

Fuck.

“You’re not playing fair, dimples. Come on, don’t be mean, today of all days. You two are making Luca crazy. The poor asshole is trying not to come all over himself.” Jagger kept his head turned toward the horizon, but from the corner of my eye, I saw him fisting his cock through his swim trunks.

I couldn’t form words. My throat was locked. My cock was one deep breath away from completely shredding my shorts and spilling all over the place.

Vi looked straight at me, her tongue sneaking over her bottom lip as she gazed into my fucking soul and grinned like an evil mastermind hidden behind all that beauty. Turning her head, she whispered something to Shaw that made the other woman jolt.

Everything around me suddenly seemed to be moving in slow motion. Shaw’s fingers tangled in Vi’s hair as she cupped the back of her head. Something that resembled longing flashed over Shaw’s face as she dipped her head and kissed Vi.

Shaw was kissing Vi.

Not a peck on the cheek or a quick smack of their lips together. But a deep, sexually aggressive kiss that had my wife moaning as she pressed closer. Grabbing that perfect ass in one hand, Shaw eliminated what distance still separated them.

Ah fuck, it was jiggling again.

A tortured sound filled the air, and I was too lost in the pleasure of coming harder than I could ever remember to realize the sound came from me. The kiss went on. And on. And on. Shaw’s hand flexing and bouncing. And jiggling.

And I kept coming.

There was no time to think. There was only delirious pleasure and watching the two hottest girls on the motherfucking planet kiss like they were starved for each other.

More.

I wanted to see Shaw touch Vi everywhere. I wanted to watch her kiss and lick and suck.

I wanted her to strip that purple bikini off Vi’s body and then her own. I wanted to see Shaw squirm, her thighs becoming drenched while her ass lifted in the air, her head between Vi’s legs while she ate my girl out.

I wanted to see that freckle I’d only gotten a glimpse of a few hundred times. The one that was on Shaw’s right hip below the string of her black bikini bottoms.

I wanted her to suck on Vi’s tits while my wife rode me. Cowgirl. Reverse cowgirl. Vi on all fours, her head between Shaw’s legs, slurping up all that nectar.

It all played out in my head before I could stop it, the mental images sending me down a road I’d never traveled before—never allowed myself to travel.

Because it was wrong.

Wasn’t it?

Shaw was…Shaw. She belonged to Jagger.

Vi was mine. And I’d kill to keep her.

But hadn’t Shaw kind of been a little bit mine too? Just like Vi had been a little bit theirs . There had always been a small trace of something. A flicker in Jagger’s eyes when he looked at Vi. Always with awe, but sometimes with longing. The same way Shaw looked at her.

Which was hot.

And that was wrong.

But what if it wasn’t?

I tried to breathe, but that only caused more come to pump up from my balls.

Vi.

More.

Suddenly, the world began spinning. I needed to close my eyes. I only needed a few seconds to get myself together. But when I opened them again, Shaw was still squeezing Violet’s ass. They weren’t kissing any longer, though.

Which was a relief.

Denial was a hard pill to swallow, and fuck if my throat wasn’t still desert-dry. Would I ever be fully hydrated again?

Seeing the glimmer in Shaw’s eyes as she glanced at me over Vi’s shoulder, I didn’t care if I ever got another drink of water.

“I’m curious.” Jagger’s voice dropped lower than normal. “Did Violet ever tell you about the experimenting era?”

“The what?” I garbled, trying to make my tongue work again. Words didn’t make sense to my oxygen-deprived brain, though. Exper…huh? “If I die, take care of my kids.”

He smirked at me. “They really are hot enough to make a man feel like he’s dying. But no worries, bro. I got your back. I’ll adopt them, but only Vi gets to call me daddy.”

“Jagger!” Vi admonished. “That isn’t funny.”

“Good, because I wasn’t joking.”

When had she gotten so close? Grabbing her by the waist, I pulled her down onto my lap. It was her own fault that my cock was still hard and I was covered in enough come to impregnate her at least five more times.

If I got a vasectomy now, would I be recovered in time to start football camp? Lyric had whined for weeks following his, but Mila had said he was fine. I didn’t trust her judgment of what pain was, however. She’d given birth to my nephews without a single drop of drugs. It had been the girls who had required a C-section, because they weren’t in a safe position for her to deliver naturally.

My sister-in-law scared the hell out of me.

Ignoring the mess I’d made, Vi peered those pretty eyes into mine. It took me a moment, but I sensed an ever-so-subtle hint of uncertainty, and my heart stopped. “Did I take it too far?” she whispered, and I couldn’t figure out if she was talking to me or Shaw or herself.

My hands trembling, I cupped her face. Fuck, my entire body was shaking, aftershocks from the most intense release of my life still quaking my extremities.

I hated that she didn’t know nothing she could do or say would ever be too anything . Somehow—by the grace of God or Remington, I wasn’t sure which–somehow, I’d earned back the right to love this girl. That wasn’t just for life. It was for eternity. There was no room between us for uncertainty ever again.

“That was so freaking hot. You blew my mind, baby,” I told her, still slightly slurring my words, but my brain was quickly recovering in the face of her brief moment of uncertainty. “Now tell me more about this experimenting era Jagger mentioned.”

Relief filled her eyes, and she giggled. Back to being sweet and innocent. And diabolically sexy. Christ, I loved her so damn much.

As if that giggle was her cue to move, Shaw dropped down right beside Vi.

On my lap.

They were both on my lap.

My tongue became glued to the roof of my mouth, my eyes refusing to move away from the sight of Shaw’s tits beneath that small bikini top. How the fuck did she keep them contained? It was a difficult feat, but somehow, I looked at Jagger. If he wanted to beat the shit out of me for ogling his wife’s cleavage, I would let him.

But I saw no rage. No jealousy. Just open curiosity as he tipped his drink back and chugged the last of the Diet Coke from the cup, chomping down on a stray piece of ice.

“How long did the experimenting era last?” I asked, curious. We rarely talked about the years that we’d spent apart. It had nearly killed me to go no-contact with Violet. But she’d needed me to back off. Give her time to heal after I’d torn her heart from her chest. I knew the hard facts. Vi had been in a dark place mentally, with the kinds of thoughts that would have taken her from me permanently. Lyric would give me updates because I begged, but it was only the bare minimum.

I’d thought it had been therapy and then Remington that had gotten her through those lonely years. But now that I had my eyes fully open and I allowed myself to truly accept the chemistry that simmered between Vi and Shaw, I wondered if their experimenting era had been the real cure.

Vi shrugged. “It was pretty steady all the way up until I started dating Remington. You know that one thing you like me to do so much with my tongue? Shaw taught me to do that.”

“Fuck,” Jagger groaned, rubbing the palm of his hand over his groin.

Shaw’s grin was wicked. “Jags loves when I do that. Don’t you, babe?”

“You are killing me right now, dimples. These shorts are strangling my cock. Come here. I need you.” Without hesitation, Shaw stood and walked the few feet over to her husband.

Jagger already had his shorts pushed down, stroking himself. Shaw tugged her bikini bottoms aside and slowly sat down on his cock, straddling his lap. Vi’s breath hitched as she watched.

It wasn’t the first time I’d seen them like that. A few double date nights we’d gone on had ended with the two of them fucking in the back seat of my SUV on the drive home. But this was the first time I’d allowed myself to watch.

Jagger untied her top and tossed it aside, burying his face between her tits. “Walking around here, touching her all day. You knew you were torturing me.”

“Maybe.” Pulling the strings on either side of her bottoms, she let them fall away, giving us the perfect view of her ass as she bounced on his cock.

“You know what it does to me. You get off on driving me crazy.” Almost angrily, he grabbed her ass and set a harder, faster pace.

“I was torturing myself too, babe. She looks good in that bikini. She haunts me. I miss her. Us. The taste of her honey on my tongue. The way her clit would get so hard for me. How her pussy locked down so tight when she came for me.”

It was hard to miss the way Vi tensed at hearing the thickness in Shaw’s voice. But I found it hard to focus on her when Shaw was doing something with her hips that made my head spin. Her cream coated Jagger’s cock. I licked my lips, curious about how she would taste. Would she have a different flavor compared to Vi? Unable to stop myself, I wrapped my hand around my shaft and stroked myself. My balls were already tight, ready to spill again.

“Fuck, dimples. Fuck. I can’t think straight. I can’t. You don’t get to play games with me like that and expect me not to want…”

“I’m okay with that, though. I never would have started it, not even back then, if I weren’t okay with it. Remember what I said? I’ll share with you.”

“Gods!” His bellow as he came hard ripped through the air. Shaw dropped one hand, her fingers rapidly fluttering over her clit until she cried out. Seeing the pleasure that rolled over her face, clenching through her entire body, I felt my own release rush up, spilling come all over my stomach and lap again, making a mess of me and Vi’s legs.

I dropped my head back, wondering what the fuck had just happened to my life. I’d thought it was pretty damn perfect until I witnessed Vi and Shaw kissing. Now, I realized that maybe something had been missing. I should have paid more attention. Maybe whatever this was would have happened sooner.

“Shaw?” Vi whispered. Something in her voice had me sitting up straighter. She was looking at Shaw with her brows scrunched together, as if she didn’t know what to do or say.

Struggling to catch their breaths, Jagger and Shaw turned their heads. Their gazes drifted over Vi, hunger darkening their eyes.

Vi was solely focused on Shaw. “You never said that you missed us. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Shaw ducked her head. Shy had never been an adjective I associated with her before, but she had a vulnerability about her right then that had nothing to do with the fact that she was naked and had an audience while she fucked Jagger.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” she finally said after a few moments of tense silence passed.

“Why not?” Vi demanded.

“Because you don’t need me anymore.”

Tears filled my wife’s eyes. “That’s not true. How could you think that? You mean everything to me.”

Shaw swallowed hard. “It wasn’t supposed to be like that. I never meant to…”

“Love me?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you too.”

I smiled at that. Those words had always calmed something inside me. I’d been possessive as fuck over my girl when we were younger. But now, I could see all too clearly that Vi’s love was too damn special to keep just for myself. Shaw had always been in her heart. Maybe I hadn’t let myself acknowledge it fully, but it was hard to miss now.

Shaw would have to kill me before I let her have all of Vi, but sharing had never sounded more fun in my life.

Relief filled Shaw’s face. “Really?”

“I’m mad that you don’t already know that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that. I just wish you would have said something sooner.” Vi huffed.

I stroked my hand down her back, pulling her attention back to me. “Well, you know now. What do you want to do with that new knowledge, baby?”

She stared down at me for a moment before her eyes brightened. “How do you feel about an experimenting era 2.0?”