Satisfied 2X

“You’re mine,” he groaned. “Mine.”

She nodded. “Yours,” she repeated.

As they came down from their orgasms, Hunter rested his forehead against hers.

“I’m already addicted to you.”

“Mmm. Me too.” She turned around, leaning into his chest. “It’s ok, Hunt,” she whispered. You can trust me.”

He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her body. “I do. For some crazy reason, I do.”

She grinned. “It is totally crazy. How can I explain it?”

“You don’t have to.”

He returned to the body wash and lathered her breasts again, soaping every square inch of her until she was clean. He was thorough, as if he was remembering every curve.

The water ran between them. Alison knew she had found something so perfect it couldn’t be defined any other way.

Twenty-Six

Alison

Drew wore a pair of pajama pants. She blinked at his bare chest. She wandered out of Hunter’s room completely satisfied.

“Sounded like you had a good shower.” Drew smiled.

She blushed. She didn’t know if she should feel guilty or not. It was hard to get used to this arrangement. Obviously, Drew had heard the sounds she made when she and Hunter were in the shower. That moment had been special. He had made love to her like a man in love.

“Don’t do that, Alison. We’ll have our time too without Hunter. It’s all good. I’m happy when you’re happy. We’ve shared a lot tonight.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Dinner should be here in a minute.”

She ran a towel through her hair. The perfect outfit she had spent the afternoon putting together was tattered. The makeup washed away. She was a new woman now. A woman she had decided to become.

She sat on the couch, drawing her feet under her. She watched Drew. She wondered how he could be so calm. How he could be ok, knowing she had just had sex with his best friend.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked. “I know you want to say something.”

She hesitated. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“I would go crazy if I thought you were with another woman. I couldn’t stand it. Yet, you know I had sex with Hu

nter in the shower and you’re completely fine. I’m scared to death I’m going to hurt you. Or hurt him. That I’m going to come between you or lose you both.” She pulled a pillow to her chest.

“Don’t. Don’t do that.” He sat next to her. “Look at me.”

Her eyes locked on his.

“That’s better.” He smiled. His hand caressed the edge of her thigh, rounding to under her leg, pushing the robe out of the way. “Does this bother you?”

She shook her head. “No. It feels good.”

“And it should. When I touch you, it feels good. When he touches you, it feels good. That’s all we want—to make you feel good. We’re not going to be mad or jealous.”

His hand rested on her knee. He squeezed gently. “Is it starting to make sense?”

“I think so.”