Page 44 of Third Wheel

Whatwashappening?

Kincaid

Dammit.

Between the way Amy had been putting herself down, her obvious hurt, and Zach’s pained expression when she said she was going to scene with someone else, Kincaid had reacted without thinking when she tried to breeze past him. All he’d known was that he needed to stop her.

Now, she was standing between him and Zach, his hand around her throat like a collar, and Zach’s eyes were hot with desire and hope. Kincaid much preferred methodical planning to spur-of-the-moment decisions and actions, but sometimes, they were unavoidable. This was one of those moments.

“I… um… to find someone to scene with?” It came out as more of a question than an answer, her voice light and breathless, pupils dilating as she looked back at him.

She was aroused.

By them.

Or by the situation.

Both.

“Is there a reason you don’t want to scene with your usual top?” He nodded his head slightly, indicating Zach behind her, just as Zach put his hands on her bare shoulders. The corset she was wearing had her breasts pushed up high, and they lifted even higher as she took a deep breath.

“Well… our situations have changed, haven’t they?” she asked, turning her head slightly, but Zach’s hands on her shoulders kept her looking at Kincaid.

Sliding his hand along her throat, he cupped her chin, tilting her head back, so she had to look at him and couldn’t try to hide her face. As he did so, her shoulders squared, the way they did when she was bracing herself to be brave, chin lifting in defiance. Courageous little subbie, no matter what she thought of herself.

“Zach and I scened together because we were both in relationships, but I’m not anymore.”

“So?” Kincaid shrugged one shoulder. “I wouldn’t have minded him topping you even if you had been single. You’re not the only sub he’s topped.” Because Zach had needs that Kincaid couldn’t fulfill for him. Topping Kincaid—who was not a submissive and not a masochist, though he’d be willing to try for Zach—was not satisfying for either of them.

Some emotion flashed across Amy’s face, too quickly for him to decipher, before she went back to her stubborn expression.

“Besides, Zach topped you recently. After… well, after.” He didn’t say the words out loud because he didn’t want to rub salt in the wound. “We both did.”

“Right, well.” She huffed. Damn, she was cute. “We also always scened platonically. I don’t want to scene platonically tonight. I want to come upstairs from the Dungeon looking like the other subs. I want orgasms, dammit.” Her cheeks flushed bright pink, but that didn’t stop her from saying it.

Kincaid wondered if the bravery was coming from courage or defiance, maybe a little bit of both, but she was being very clear about what she wanted.

He looked up over her head at Zach. Zach’s gaze met his. They didn’t need to talk for Kincaid to know that Zach wanted to scene with Amy.

Non-platonically.

If this had happened before Kincaid had spent the past couple of weeks with her… but it hadn’t. And Zach had never given him any cause for jealousy with Amy before, during all the time they’d been scening together. He’d known that Zach cared for her. It was obvious she was an attractive woman. They were both attracted to her.

They were going to need to talk about this later, especially since she was living with them, if any kind of arrangement was going to continue… but for right now, he didn’t see the harm in going with the flow. Everything had been fine after the scene they’d done before; this was just another step up. Amy was looking for a night of pleasure and release, which was something he and Zach could definitely satisfy.

This way, neither of them would have to worry about her because they would be the ones taking care of her.

Everyone’s problems were solved.

He ignored that Q and Asad were smirking at him from their places, where they were watching intently. While he doubted they were catching every word, they definitely had a good idea of what was going on right now.

Might as well give them something to talk about.

“What if Zach and I offered to scene with you?” he asked. “Non-platonically.”

Amy’s mouth dropped open in shock.

“Youwant to have sex with me?” She said it like the idea had never occurred to her, that she didn’t realize how damn attractive she was.

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