Page 165 of Too Far

Kylian started this. He claimed to not understand the concept of crotchless panties, which I’m now realizing may have just been a ruse to get me to show them off.

There’s nothing I won’t do on that man’s command.

“Hey. Come back!” I call after my husband, who’s already halfway down the hall.

He turns, his cheeks pink. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in on you.”

“Decker,” I scold, planting one hand on my hip. “I asked you to come up here, remember? I want you to join us.”

He freezes, and I swear his breath hitches, too.

“Join you?”

I exhale, ignoring the ache in my clit as I walk toward him. I move slowly so as not to spook him with my eagerness. Because I’m eager. I want this. I want all of them, together. What better way to celebrate our newfound freedom?

I try to even out my breathing. I’ve been driven to the brink by the boys over the last hour, only to be denied a real release. They promised me all the orgasms I could handle if I convinced Decker to join us.

As if I actually needed the motivation.

“You made your choice, Cap.” I circle my arms around his waist and smirk at the way his eyes flit to my ample cleavage as I press my chest into his torso.

“You made your choice. So come be with us. Completely.”

He says nothing, clearly warring with himself. I don’t give him time to overthink it.

Turning on my heel, I grab his hand, then I march back to my bedroom.

I don’t bother closing the door or enticing him further. He doesn’t need to be coddled. If and when he’s ready, he’ll join us.

I’ve learned that trial by fire is the quickest way to teach Decker. So I jump right to it and reignite the flames.

“In or out, Cap,” Kylian commands.

Decker is still lingering at the door, scrubbing a hand down his face, then cracking his neck from side to side. When he rights himself, his eyes are blazing.

“Yeah. Okay. I’m in.”

Squealing, I skip back to the door and take both of his hands.

Pushing up on tiptoes, I ghost my mouth over his and plant a soft kiss on his lips. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Just do what feels right and don’t overthink it. I want you, Decker. I want you here with us, completely in the fold.”

He nods, and the briefest hint of relief flashes in his expression. I’m learning he doesn’t do well when he feels like he’s trapped or backed into a corner. He’s more willing to loosen the reins and give up his beloved control when he knows he can snatch it back at any time.

Clearing his throat, he spins me around and hooks one arm over my chest.

All the guys are watching me. Meaning all eyes are on Decker, too.

“So, how does it work?” he asks, flexing his hand open and closed against my throat.

I crane back, seeking more of his touch. Wanting to feel him. Needing him to go all in.

“Sometimes we go for zone coverage,” Kendrick starts. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. “Then other times we play man-to-man.”

“Man-to-woman,” Kylian corrects.

Locke scoffs, rubbing his hands together as he approaches us.

“We take turns. We share. Sometimes we watch. Just do what feels good.” He gives me a more than thorough once-over, his lip caught between his teeth. “Believe me, our girl can handle it. And she always makes us feel good.”