My Boyfriend and His Friend (The Forbidden Fun)

I let out a half-giggle, half-cry.

“Yes, but I don’t think they were talking about this kind of variety in that saying.” But then I push my hair behind my ears because I want to hear more about this proposition. “So, if I wanted to go through with this, and that’s a big if, do we need to have a meeting with Chase? I mean, maybe he’s not into it at all.”

At that, Chris drops his eyes to the table for a moment before looking up.

“Actually honey, I already talked to him about everything.”

My eyes almost pop out of their sockets. “Really? When?”

He shrugs. “It wasn’t a one-time conversation. He’s mentioned to me how beautiful you are over the past year or so, and how much he’d love to get to know you better. We never talked about sharing you overtly, but I see the way he looks at you, and how you blush when you’re in his presence. Then when we were at work a few days ago, he brought up the idea of getting to know you again, and we started having the conversation for real.”

I blink at my boyfriend and Chris ducks his head.

“Yes, he knows, and he thinks you’re incredibly sexy and gorgeous,” he says in a low voice. “I think it could be really fun if you’re into it, Patty.”

I pause for a moment. The truth is that I’m tantalized by this opportunity. I was just daydreaming about Chase before coming to the restaurant, and to be honest, it was more than a daydream. I was fantasizing about him with my eyes closed, my head tipped back on the office chair, and my hand between my thighs. I was wondering what he looks like stripped down with his tool out, and wondering if it could drive me to the heights of ecstasy with my boyfriend right there with us.

At that, I take a deep breath before exhaling and meeting Chris’s eyes. “I’m not making any promises, but I’ll think about it. Is that okay?”

He nods and takes my hand in his own before pressing a kiss to the back. “Of course, honey. Take as much time as you need because I get that this is a lot to dump on you all of a sudden. And again, we’re not asking for a long-term relationship or a huge commitment or anything like that. Chase just wants an opportunity to get to know you and see where it goes.”

He lifts my hand to kiss it once more, and I smile at him, my heart settling a bit. After all, I’ll admit that this proposal is completely out of the blue, not to mention illicit and exhilarating. But when I think about the idea of dating two unbelievably attractive men at the same time, in my heart of hearts, I can’t help but be titillated by the offer. My body hums to life and my brown eyes widen when I imagine being stroked by Chase and Chris simultaneously. Is that what it’s like to be loved by two men? I’d adore the opportunity to find out.

4

Chase

* * *

A week later.

I’m taking Patty on our first date today, and my heart’s thumping in my chest. I can’t believe she actually said yes. Then again, I’m not that surprised. After all, the sexual tension between us is palpable, and I’ve seen how she looks at me hungrily on the sly. Then again, I’ve been more than flirtatious with her. I’ve crossed the line a few times, and our date tonight is confirmation that she liked it.

Moving quickly, I throw on dark gray jeans and a white button-down shirt. Perfect. Nice, but not stuffy. I run a hand through my hair to make sure the black locks are decent and then stare at myself in the mirror. A square jaw and steely blue eyes look back at me. Some folks have mentioned that I look like Henry Cavill, the Superman actor, but that’s an overstatement. Henry’s made to look his best using photoshop and special effects whereas I labor at the gym every day, and my physique is real.

Relaxed, I stroll out the door and get into the car. We’ll be meeting at the Beanery, a café within walking distance of Chris and Patty’s apartment just in case things go really well and she wants to invite me over. Don’t get me wrong, I have no expectation that we’ll hook up right away, or that anything physical will take place. But mmm, those big, bouncy curves and sweet come-hither smile? Let’s just say I won’t turn down a good time.

I pull into the parking lot of the Beanery and glimpse Patty through the window of the establishment. She’s already sitting, and her brown curls are piled high on her head. Gorgeous.

Casually, I enter the café and greet her with a kiss to the cheek. She’s already blushing, and that beautiful décolletage turns a fetching shade of pink.