Easton

“I don’t know. At first, I thought it would be, but now, I think it’s kind of hot.”

“Have you told any of your friends?” Liam asked.

“No.”

“You cannot tell them what we have. Not until you are sure of their loyalty.”

“The Four Kings are loyal.”

“Your entire company is built on a hierarchy of lies and blackmail. Do you even know what a best friend is?” Liam asked.

“Let’s not delve into the business here. Easton’s been part of the Four Kings for a long time. Since birth if I remember. We don’t want to start an argument about loyalty. He knows his friends, and you’re not going to control every single element of his life, even if you want to.” Scar patted Liam’s hand.

“So, how does this work?” Easton asked.

“You’ve shared women before.”

“They were women I didn’t care about, and it was only for sex. She’d come to the office or one of the clubs, fuck each of us, and we’d play with her. This is not the same. This is different, and you know it.”

Liam leaned back in his chair. “Tell me what you want to do?”

Easton started to get nervous. “Me?”

“Yes.” Liam glanced down at his watch. “We’ve got a couple of hours before I need to pick up Junior. What would you like?”

“I’d like to kiss Scar,” Easton said. “To pick up where we left off.”

“Scarlett, baby, what would you like?”

“I’d like the kiss.”

He saw her nerves as well.

She looked toward Liam. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be.” The playful husband was gone, and Easton watched as Liam helped Scarlett to her feet. “I love you. More than anything. I want to see him with you. This will not change our relationship one bit. I will love you for a long time, and this won’t change that. Remember, I’m a bit different. You knew it when you married me.”

She laughed, resting her head against his. “You’re right.”

“Easton, come and kiss our woman,” Liam said. He stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders.

Getting to his feet, Easton moved closer and stood in front of Scar. “You want this?”

“Yes. I do.”

He stepped closer and pressed his lips to hers.

The past, all of it faded, and he saw his future and it was with this woman. He didn’t know if he’d ever be comfortable with Liam, but he wasn’t willing to ruin this with Scar.

****

At first Scarlett didn’t know what to do with her hands. Liam didn’t let go of her shoulders, and for his presence, she was thankful, more so than ever before. She didn’t want him to ever leave or for him to think she would push him aside for this man.

There was a time she loved Easton and there was still part of her that did, but he’d broken her heart once. She wouldn’t trade Liam for Easton, but she also wouldn’t trade Easton for Liam. Her life had gotten so confusing.

What Liam offered, was a chance of something more. Each time he spoke of them together, not just the sex but being a family for Junior and for each other, it felt so right. She didn’t know how it was possible to be right.

Easton cupped her cheeks, tilting her head back, and deepened the kiss. She opened up, and his tongue slid inside, making her gasp.

Sinking her fingers into his hair, she released a moan and behind her Liam ran his hands down to cup her ass. Both men were igniting a fire within her, and she didn’t want either of them to put it out.

Easton broke from the kiss, but his lips were not done. He trailed down to her neck, sucking on her pulse as Liam lifted her arms up to circle the back of his head.

“Don’t move,” Liam said.

She whimpered, especially as he unlatched each strap. The dress she wore had removable straps so it didn’t have to be worn with a bra. Today she’d opted to wear it with one, but as Liam slid the dress down her body for it to pool at her feet, she had to wonder why she even bothered.

Easton stepped back, and the lust in his eyes was unmistakable.

“You see how perfect she is?” Liam asked.

“She’s fucking stunning.”

“She’s all ours,” Liam said.

He flicked the catch of her bra, and her tits spilled out.

Easton was there, cupping the mounds together, flicking each nipple with his tongue.

“Touch her pussy,” Liam said. “Feel how wet she is. I bet she’s soaking. I know every single time I’ve talked about us taking her together, she’s been like fire in my arms.”

“You’ve talked about me?” Easton asked. One of his hands rested on her stomach, and she bit her lip to stop herself from begging him to touch her, to do anything. She pressed her thighs together in the hope to gain some friction or anything.

Nothing.

She was at Easton’s mercy.