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“Me? Or someone else?” he asks, winking and walking out of the room.

“Or hopefully both,” I whisper as I follow him.

Chapter 4

off my rocker

Alex

Neither of us say too much on the ride to Nate and Mel’s. Wyatt’s hand rests on my thigh, and I cover it and curl my fingers underneath his palm.

The warmth seeps through my jeans, comforting me. That orgasm earlier nearly rendered me catatonic. I haven’t come that hard in a really long time.

“You feeling any better about the situation?” I ask.

“The situation? You mean the fact that I want to fuck Nate and you want to fuck Mel?” He laughs and shakes his head. “Better might not be the way I’d describe it, but I do know your ass still leaking my come gives me a little relief.”

“You’re a dirty, dirty man,” I say, snickering at him.

“You love it,” he mutters, flipping on the turn signal.

“I do.”

Turning into their driveway, I notice the snow falling faster and thicker. Nate and Mel’s house comes into view, and I smile at the greenery and lights still on the porch and in the windows. I helped Mel make those huge garland strands that she sweeps from each corner of the eaves — shit, that was almost six years ago.

We’ve been friends for so long, and the years meld together some days while others seem to drag on.

Thankful their house sits a little further off the road than the ones around it, I breathe deeply as we slowly make our way towards their garage.

“You okay over there?” Wyatt asks.

“I’m just… I think I downplayed my ability to act normal around them,” I say, pointing towards the house.

Wyatt brings the car to a stop and shifts into Park. Turning towards me, he says, “Okay, it’s my turn I guess. Talk to me, Alex.”

“The daydreams, fantasies, whatever you want to call them… damn it, Wy. They keep getting more and more real. Like, maybe it could actually happen?”

Wyatt sits quiet and still, his eyes never leaving mine, until he asks the question. The one we’ve never asked each other, and probably not even ourselves. “Do you want it to happen?”

I sit on the question for a solid minute, knowing I can’t fuck this up. I have to answer this honestly but also respectfully. I take a deep breath and answer on the exhale. “Yes.”

Wyatt’s face splits in a grin so wide, it takes me by surprise.

“Wait…” I start.

“Hell, yes. We’re dropping hints tonight. This shit where we’re miserable around them ends now.”

“Wyatt. Wyatt, wait,” I say, but he’s already clamoring out of the car and ambling down the driveway, carefully but quickly. “Shit, fuck, damn.”

I climb out of the car and make my way towards him as quickly as I can without busting my ass on the snow and ice. “Wyatt!”

He waits for me on the bottom step and tries to pull me towards the door, but I somehow stop him. He’s a big man, but he isn’t overpowering unless I want him to be. “What?” he asks impatiently.

“You cannot just go in there, running roughshod over our friendship and their marriage. They have never given us any indication they’re interested in anything like this. And we’ve been drunk with them countless times, Mel spilling all sorts of sexy secrets.”

I stare at him, and it kills me that some of the light leaves his eyes, but there’s too much at stake, too much to lose if he goes in, both barrels blazing, and we lose the most important friendships we have. Who knows how that would affect our marriage?

“Okay. I’ll tread lightly,” he says, turning towards the front door.

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