Page 28 of A Long Time Coming

“I know you two need a short break,” I say, pointing at Wyatt and Nate. “Snack time?”

“Yes!” Nate says, heading for the bathroom. “Just let me wipe down, and I’ll meet you guys down there.”

I grab a pair of his boxers from the dresser and toss them his way. Wyatt slips his back over his hips, and Alex pulls his jeans back on, leaving them unbuttoned, and fuck me, that is sexy.

Pulling on my robe, I trace the line his muscles make from his hip to where his fly hides his cock, and it jumps behind the open zipper. “Let’s go get a snack before I lose track and feast on you,” I tell him.

“Not opposed to that, but we have plenty of time, right?”

“Mm-hmm,” I mutter against his lips, kissing him and getting lost in the warmth of his chest against mine.

Wyatt rests one hand on each of our hips, and I relish in the intimacy of the moment. “You two are adorable, but my stomach is growling, and I need fuel for later.”

We reluctantly disengage and make our way downstairs to the kitchen. I open the pantry, pulling down pretzels and nuts and crackers, then raid the fridge for the cheese, grapes, and meat I keep on hand for a random charcuterie board.

Skipping the cutting board, I just lay everything out on the butcher block countertop, and the four of us feast once Nate joins us.

We put away half a bottle of wine, a handful of beers, and enough hors d’oeuvres for ten people before Nate steps towards Alex.

“It feels unnecessary to say this, but I’ve never fucked a man before.”

Alex smiles, his hands resting on Nate’s chest. “Have you and Mel done anal?”

He nods, winking at me over Alex’s shoulder.

“He’s damn good at it, too,” I offer.

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

Alex slides his hands down and squeezes Nate’s hips before circling around to grab his ass. “It’s the same, for the most part. Good lubrication and care for the sensitive nature of the area translates regardless of the gender of the ass.”

“Good to know,” Nate says, bending his head, his eyes focused on Alex’s mouth. “Do you expect oral every time?”

“Nope,” Alex whispers, staring at Nate’s mouth.

“This is not what I expected when we started all this an hour ago,” Wyatt whispers in my ear as the other two discuss how this is all gonna go down.

“Not even close, but I’m not hating it. Not even a little. You?” I ask, looking up at him.

“Fuck, no.”

We stand together, his arm wrapped lovingly around my waist, and my hands holding tight to the counter in front of me, as we watch our husbands’ lips meet for the first time.

“Damn,” I whisper.

Their kiss is tentative, almost careful for the first ten seconds or so, but Alex uses his hands on Nate’s ass to create leverage and grind their hips together.

Nate groans at the deeper contact, and my pussy clenches at the sound. Wyatt nudges me, pointing to them, and walks up behind Nate, gesturing for me to do the same to Alex.

Wyatt’s mouth latches onto Nate’s neck, and I wedge my hand between Alex’s jeans and his skin, my hand fisting his cock.

The groans and quiet whispers echo off the walls of the kitchen, and the sounds of our pleasure combine into one humming murmur.

My lips trail down Alex’s spine as Nate moves to kiss his shoulder. Wyatt and Alex’s mouths meet at the side, and the thought of what’s about to happen here overwhelms me. In the best way possible.

Suddenly, Alex turns and lifts me, depositing my bare ass on the cold granite counter by the fridge. He pulls my robe apart and shoves his jeans to the floor.

“Do you have coconut oil down here?”

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