Theirs to Keep

“And?”

“And he said you must’ve looked amazing, all dressed up like that. Strutting around in that schoolgirl skirt. Licking that big lollipop, and then bending forward so I could look down your shirt.”

The night in question had been hot indeed. I’d danced for him a little bit, to one of his favorite AC/DC songs. After teasing him mercilessly for a good several minutes, Damon had spun me around and bent me over the bed. He took me just like that — hard and rough, with my skirt hiked up over my ass. Holding my wrists back as he dug me out from behind… almost like he was doing now.

“If Saxon enjoyed that story,” I breathed, “he would’ve loved the photos that went along with it.”

Damon started screwing me again, only this time very slowly. He let out a long, heated hiss as he glided in out of me.

“I would’ve definitely showed him,” he said plainly. “If I knew it was okay.”

Okay?

The very idea of it flooded me with heat. Not that I could tell him that. Or could I?

“I… don’t think I would’ve minded.”

The words just tumbled out. But the impact they had was immediate.

“Seriously?”

Damon had stopped moving, mid-stroke. Half in and out of me, his hands flexed. His fingers dug dimples into the supple flesh of my ‘amazing’ little ass.

“Sure,” I said, rolling with it. “I mean I guess so.” My mouth was dry. I couldn’t believe what I was saying. “It’s only Saxon.”

Only Saxon.

Holy shit, did I say that? Then again, it was true. He and Finn were our closest male friends. Physically and emotionally, we’d shared practically everything with them.

Damon started up again, pumping me slowly. He felt even harder now. Bigger than thicker, if that were possible.

“What if…”

My fiancé paused, clearing his throat. He kept on bouncing though.

“What would you say if I did show him?”

The rising heat spread outward even more. It was overtaking my entire body now.

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

A lump formed in my throat. It was a good lump.

“And what did he say?”

“He said they were the hottest pictures he’d ever seen.” Damon took a long, shuddering breath. “And that I was very very lucky.”

I was stunned. Floored. Flattered and turned on. All at once.

Apprehensively I asked the next question.

“Which ones did you show him?”

“All of them,” Damon answered without hesitation. “I showed him everything.”

I could feel a new flood of warmth now, way down between my legs. The thought of Saxon seeing those photos… of seeing me like that! It was too hot to handle. Too incredible to just—