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Watching Mine

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I gently grip her chin with my thumb and forefinger when she looks down, and bring her eyes back to mine. “I need more than that, Emberleigh. Is this something you want?”

Her throat bobs when she swallows, but I see the desire form in her eyes. Biting her lip, she says with a husky murmur, “Yes.”

My jeans get even tighter with her answer, and I suddenly feel like a goddamn teenager about to get my first fuck.

“Finish up in here, and I’ll go answer the door.”

“Okay.”

Before walking away, I lean in for one more kiss, then leave her in the kitchen. I adjust my aching dick as I go to the door and pull it open. Wyatt’s on the other side. Normally, I would have asked Tegan to join us, but since he started seeing Willow he’s a one-woman man. I never thought I would see the day the man-whore committed to one woman, but after witnessing the chemistry between the two, and being part of it, I can’t blame him. Willow is a good woman, and sexy as hell.

Wyatt tips his chin at me, and I step back to let him in.

“Everything cool?” he asks quietly.

“Yes. But if I give the word, you leave.”

He nods. “Got it.”

We’ve done this a few times when Tegan wasn’t available. It’s the only reason he’s here. No fucking way would I allow just anyone to touch Emberleigh. Usually it’s me who’s the third party, and in a sense tonight I still am, but we both have agreed in the past that all parties involved have to be willing and comfortable with each other. Emberleigh’s met Wyatt before, which should make things a little easier for her.

I lead him into the kitchen. Emberleigh spots Wyatt behind me, and her eyes widen in surprise. When I spoke with him earlier, he said the first night he had met her was the night I saw them talking, and the first time he had touched her was the night I watched them on the dance floor.

“You remember Wyatt?” I ask, walking over and pulling her against my side.

She’s nervous as she shifts under my arm.

“Yes. It’s nice to see you again, Wyatt.”

His lip quirks up. “It’s good to see you too, Emberleigh.”

“Beer?”

“Sure.”

Leaving her side, I grab a bottle out of the fridge and toss it to him. The next few minutes are spent putting food on the table. As much as I want to get down to business, I want to give Emberleigh time to calm her nerves. Her hands shake when she sets a bowl of rice down on the table, so I grab one and bring the tips of her fingers to my lips. I kiss them, then suck just the tip of her middle finger in my mouth. Her eyes darken, and I hear the little hitch in her breath.

Smirking, I release her hand and pull out her chair. “Sit. I’ll grab our drinks.”

Seconds later, I’m taking the seat beside her, purposely making sure my chair is close to hers. We eat in silence for several moments. When I see her leg bounce under the table, I rest my hand on her upper thigh. Her skirt has ridden up in her seated position, so my hand is on bare skin. The minute my hand touches her, her leg stops, but I keep my hand there. Wyatt and I make small talk about work, and to anyone looking in from the outside, it would appear like a normal dinner. But there’s tension in the air. Sexual tension. I feel it from Emberleigh beside me, see it in Wyatt’s eyes every time he glances at her, and I damn sure feel it in my bones.

I pour Emberleigh another glass of wine when she finishes off hers. I don’t want her incoherent by any means, but a small buzz should help loosen up her anxious form. I rub circles with my thumb on the inside of her thigh, and after several moments, I feel the tension leave her body little by little.

“That was delicious, baby,” I tell her once we’re finished.

She smiles, and it looks relaxed. “Thanks.”

Wyatt throws his napkin on the table. “It was definitely the best I’ve had in a long time.”

She turns her smile his way. “I’m glad you both enjoyed it.”

When she gets up to take her plate to the kitchen, I subtly lift my chin to Wyatt. He understands, and we both get to our feet to carry our dishes in behind her. I leave the kitchen before they do and retake my seat.

When Emberleigh comes back to the table and reaches for her glass of wine, Wyatt walks up behind her. He’s not touching her, but she knows he’s there. Her body stiffens, and her eyes swing to me. I hold her gaze and lift my bottle to my lips, taking a long pull before lowering it to the table.

Her lips part and a rush of air leaves them when Wyatt puts his hands on her waist and steps closer. His hands slowly snake around her middle to her lower stomach, and when his hardness meets her ass fully, she pulls in a sharp breath. Her eyes never leave mine as he runs his hands up her torso and stops just below her tits. His head dips to her ear, and I hear him whisper, “Tell me to stop if it gets to be too much.”

Her eyes flutter twice, then she murmurs breathlessly, “Okay.”



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