Page 81 of More Than Words

“Adrian’s always had a thing for blondes. Although you seem to have something the ones he went after in high school did not.”

“And what is that?” Isobel laughed while she sat on my lap in the armchair across from where my brother had manspread across my couch.

“Brains. Most of them only had big—“

“Fuck you,” I laughed, kicking forward, my toe stinging as my shoe contacted his shin. “Not all of them were airheads. I was the nerdy one, remember? You were the one who chased after everyone who’d open their legs for you. I guess not much has changed since then.”

“Ouch, you fuck. At least kick the bionic one. And I don’t chase anyone. They find me.”

“You’re not the Million-dollar Man,“ I scoffed while Isobel looked between the two of us. She knew Hutch had a prosthetic, but she hadn’t pried past the one time I’d talked to her about it. “Maybe it’s time for you to tell Isobel about your new weekend hobby.”

“That is why you brought me here, isn’t it?” he grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Go ahead, Isobel. Ask away.”

“The scene with the client. Is that really a thing? The cuckold scene?”

Hutch sat back, rubbing his fingers along the edge of his jaw, and I watched it clench as he tried to formulate a response. I knew my brother had always been the more adventurous of the two of us. Since his marriage ended, he’d sworn off monogamy, but I didn’t exactly ask him to divulge all the information about the changes to his sex life. I just knew that he had been exploring the local kink scene and dabbling in fulfilling cuckold fantasies, and mine was stagnant until a certain blonde blew up my carefully constructed professional façade.

“Cuckolding is a very real kink.” His voice was low while he looked straight at her, studying her tense posture and the way she kept nervously darting her eyes away from him. “I know it’s frowned upon by mainstream society, but as long as all the parties agree, watching your partner being pleasured by someone else is intense, and it turns lots of people on.”

There were things my brother and I had done as teenagers before he’d been deployed the first time that I’d written off as reckless things you did in your youth, but watching your brother have sex with the girl you were casually dating wasn’t something I talked about.

We’d only done it a few times, and once I got over the fact that I had to see my brother’s naked ass on display, I’d enjoyed watching the girl’s expressions when we’d done it. Seeing her come and knowing I wasn’t the one providing it was a weird experience, but she’d been into it. Hutch loved it, suggesting it two more times before he met Lena and then he stopped screwing around, but it stuck with me. All these years later, I could still remember making eye contact with my girlfriend at the time while she rode my brother’s cock.

But the thought of Isobel doing the same thing made me feel a little ferally possessive.

“So, it’s something that you think Frances would provide as a dominatrix?”

“I think there are a lot of men and women who provide the same service without payment, and all parties involved really fuckin’ enjoy it.”

Hutch’s eyes darted over to me as Isobel shifted, clearly not expecting that answer. I knew she grew up in a conservative environment on her small Iowa farm, where I doubted that sharing was a widely accepted practice. When I’d read that scene in the manuscript, I hadn’t been surprised that kink was included, but clearly Isobel still was.

“And you’ve done this?” Isobel asked, tilting her head, her eyes nervously finding mine as Hutch’s grin spread.

“Yes, sweetheart, I have fucked another man’s wife while he watched, or she. Sometimes lesbians enjoy watching their partner get railed. Adds a little spice to it when she comes extra hard on my cock.”

She was quiet, intently listening while she sat on my lap.

“I’ve fucked my brother’s girlfriend while he watched, so trust me, this kink isn’t something new to me. Or him. And it’s certainly not something uncommon either.”

Her eyes widened as she turned to face me, studying my passive expression. I wasn’t ashamed of my behavior. And I wasn’t sorry that I’d enjoyed it, but I still had to fight the urge to shift beneath her in my seat at her blatant shock.

“You two…?” her voice trailed off, looking between us. Hutch’s casual shrug and wide grin were a stark contrast to my tight nod and heavy swallow. “Like, recently?”

“No,” Hutch laughed, shaking his head. “We were seventeen the first time, and it’s been a long time since that happened. Don’t worry, Adrian won’t try to share you.” But now I was thinking about it. “At least not unless you’re wanting to be shared.”

“Not gonna happen, Hutch,” I interrupted.

Isobel’s body language shifted, and she was squirming on my lap, and glancing at me out of the corner of her eye as Hutch changed the subject to another chapter in the book. Despite knowing it violated so many different provisions of my contract, I’d sent Hutch a copy of the manuscript not long after we’d received it a few days ago, having questions of my own about the content.

He’d been impressed with the nature of Evan and Chase’s manuscript, only pointing out a few things he saw as not true to his experiences in the local kink community.

I knew Chase had researched a few of her other books with a local Dom, but as far as I knew, Evan had never shown an inclination toward the kinkier side of life. Isobel had her theories about exactly how close our authors had gotten when they’d gone off the grid, but whatever was going on, the words they created together were magic.

This book blended our two genres perfectly, a strong romantic thriller plot that wove in elements of mystery and BDSM in a way that was seamless. I may have made a few jokes to Sam about it being fucking hot, but the plot and the characters were solid.

Evan had leveled up with this book, and Chase had broken out of the mold I knew Isobel hated that was forced upon the contemporary romance authors.

“I don’t think he’s paying attention to us,” Hutch chuckled, scooting sideways and patting the cushion next to him, encouraging Isobel to join him on the couch. “Should we make out and see if that gets his attention? He seemed a little possessive when the kiss cam stopped on us.”

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