Incentive (Infidelity Universe)

“You’ve only ever asked me for one thing.” His gravelly voice flows through me in shivery waves. “You should know I’ll give you anything, baby. Anything at all.”

What did I ask him for? I rack my distracted brain and shake my head, staring up at him. “Decker, I don’t—”

“Reese.” He gives my best friend a chin lift.

Reese reaches behind his head and pulls off his t-shirt, exposing his lean runner’s build. He’s a gorgeous man, but he isn’t Decker. And why is he taking off his shirt? Decker does the same, and now I’m staring at two shirtless men in my bedroom.

I glace down at my tiny towel. “I’m suddenly feeling overdressed. You guys better start talking.”

“We’re not here to talk.” Decker’s pecs twitch and something akin to nervousness flashes across his expression.

Realization dawns a second before Reese steps in front of Decker and lowers to his knees, putting him eye-level with Decker’s groin.

You and Reese. I want to watch him suck your cock.

My eyes widen, and my heart rate explodes. I breathe in, out, unable to control my gasps. “You can’t be serious. I mean, you don’t want this, and I won’t—”

Reese groans. “Shut up, Laynee.” His hands fly to Decker’s waist, and his fingers dig in.

“No talking, Reese.” Decker fists a hand in Reese’s blond hair, and that hard grip sends a tremor down Reese’s spine.

“But your friendship.” I rub a hand over my face. Am I really trying to talk him out of this? “It’ll make things weird and…I don’t know…really fucking awkward.”

“Reese and I discussed this like grown responsible men.”

Reese laughs.

Decker pulls tighter on his hair, silencing him. “He’s here willingly.”

“Sorry, Laynee.” Reese adjusts his fingers on Decker’s waist. “I’ve been trying to get into your boyfriend’s pants for six months.”

I slap a hand over the grin controlling my lips.

“He’s full of shit.” Decker slowly releases a breath. “Here’s how this is going to go. You will remove the towel. Reese is going to keep his eyes on me at all times. After you spread your legs, you’re going to play with your tight little pussy. Neither of you will come until I give you permission.”

Wet heat rushes between my legs, and I moan.

“You’re already soaked, aren’t you?”

I glance at the back of Reese’s head and nod.

“Show me.” Decker’s growly demand drowns my senses in desire.

Shucking the towel to the floor, I widen my legs and place my feet on the edge of the mattress. He’s seen every bare inch of me countless times, but this feels different, more vulnerable. Maybe because I’m so spread out and he’s staring, like really staring. Hard.

“Christ, I never tire of looking at you.” His nostrils flare with a deep breath. “One more thing, baby. Reese is here to fulfill your fantasy and no doubt one of his own.”

Reese makes a groaning noise in his throat.

“He’s not here to be a buffer between us,” Decker says firmly. “I know that’s how you two used to operate.”

“I don’t need a buffer with you. I don’t want one. Ever.”

His shoulders loosen. “If I could break the one-year agreement, I would. I don’t want to be paid to be with you, Laynee.” He scratches his whiskered cheek, studying my face. “I called Karen at Infidelity and told her I won’t be renewing my employment with them at the end of the year. I intend to buy out the agreement.”

My pulse quickens. Renewing the agreement would’ve given him another year’s salary. Buying it out means he intends to stay with me without Infidelity or the income.

I’ll buy out the contract, but we can argue about that later.

“I’m doing this,” he says, glancing down at Reese and returning to me, “to prove I will do anything for you. Not for money. Not for career opportunities. Not for sexual gratification. I’m doing this simply because it makes you happy.”

The golden-brown of his irises holds me for an exposed, vulnerable instant as the depth of his love swallows the space between us. He’s offering such an inconceivably selfless gift, and I’m overcome with gratitude, solidarity, and bone-deep peace.

“You don’t have to do this.” I hold his gaze. “If you’re not sure…”

“I’m sure of you. Us.”

A ray of warmth bursts through my chest.

Decker releases Reese’s hair and pats his cheek. “Go ahead.”

Oh my God. This is really happening.

Reese slides his hands to the front of Decker’s jeans. The button pulls through. The zipper sounds its seductive crawl downward. My fingers move of their own volition, tracing the wet flesh around my opening.

Six months ago, Reese tried to suck Decker’s cock. It ended with him in a chokehold and me trying to break the Infidelity agreement. We’ve come so far, and we’ll continue to progress with or without this grand gesture. Which is why my stomach cramps with fear. Should I let this continue? Will he begrudge me after? Will he forgive me if I put the brakes on something he’s trying to gift me?