Page 9 of Accepted Precedent
Eyes closed, I pretend to be relaxing, though it’s pointless—he caught me. “Finish? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So, you weren’t being my pretty little slut,” he chuckles darkly, “touching yourself while Andrew had my cock in his mouth?”
“Nope.” I clench my thighs together.
“You may be my boyfriend’s best friend, but I’ve got no shame telling you—watching you touch yourself while the man I love was on his knees for me… I don’t remember the last time I came so hard.” He presses a soft kiss below my ear. “Water’s getting cold.”
He retreats, and I glance behind me, finally find my voice, “I’ll clean up the bathroom.”
“Leave it. I’ll take care of it in the morning.”
Andrew is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. His towel wrapped low on his hips, and he’s wearing a smug smirk I know all too well. Mick ruffles his hair with a fresh towel, then kisses Andrew before he leaves the ensuite—his perfectly toned ass on full display. Andrew finally pushes off and makes his way to me. “Admit it. You have a crush on my boyfriend.”
“I do not,” I scoff, but a nervous laugh escapes me.
As Andy helps me out of the tub, the same guilt from earlier slithers its way back in. He dries me off gently, and I wrap the towel under my arms before making my way into the bedroom.
Without a word, Mickey tugs down the towel and slips an oversized tee onto me. It’s larger than the one from earlier, falling almost to mid-thigh—definitely not Andrew’s. His emerald eyes don’t leave mine, and for a brief second, I’m certain he’s going to kiss me.
Andrew’s right, and I absolutely have a little crush on my best friend’s boyfriend.
“I should head home,” I rush out. “Can we talk in the morning?”
Mick closes the distance and kisses my cheek. “You should stay with us tonight. There’s still pizza if you’re hungry, and someone brought up pasta salad and more wine.”
I glance behind him to Andrew getting dressed. Whatever Mickey needs, I doubt I could provide it. Instead, I wrap him in a tight hug, pressing my cheek to his chest. “Not tonight.” His arms envelop me, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so safe in another person’s embrace before—not even Andrew’s.
“Stay in the room next door and I’ll drive you home in the morning.” As Mick releases me, Andrew pulls me into a side hug, kissing the top of my head. “If you need anything, let us know. Don’t worry about knocking, just come in—and I’ll also keep my phone on loud.”
“Okay,” I sigh, and leave the room. I glance back once at the two men who have forever changed my life today. For the next few years, I’ll be shaking hands and kissing babies, practicing my princess wave. I’ll hate every second of it, but it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make to ensure my friend’s happiness.
I make my way next door and settle into the comfortable bed. Ignoring the moans coming from the other room, I quickly drift off. I’m unsure how long I’m asleep for when there’s a dip in the bed, then another. Andrew’s familiar hands take mine as he kisses my palms. He pulls me into his side, wrapping an arm around me as I rest my head on his shoulder.
“Where’s Mick?” I ask through a yawn. “Doesn’t he need you?”
“Right here, angel.” Mickey presses behind me with his hand splayed on my stomach like he did at the bar. I’m not wearing underwear, and if he slid his hand a little lower, he’d know exactly what his touch does to me. My heart aches being in the arms of two men who could never love me—they aren’t mine. He kisses my shoulder, voice barely above a whisper. “Go back to sleep, darlin’. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”
Chapter 5
Mickey
Never in a million years would I cheat on Andrew. He gave me the green light with Evie, but it feels too good to be true. If she wants me, I’ll have her dark auburn hair wrapped around my fist in an instant, owning her pretty, tight cunt until I ruin her for every other man. While I fucking hate brats, there’s something about her that’s different. No matter how hard she fights it, she desperately craves letting someone else take the reins. I want to tear her walls down until she’s on her knees for me—proving she’s mine. Once she does, I’ll be the one kneeling before her, taking care of her the way she deserves.
And, fuck, does she deserve it.
Waking up with Evelyn in my arms is a luxury I shouldn’t indulge in. Andrew’s claim that sex is just sex couldn’t be further from the truth. I don’t only want Evelyn’s body—I want all of her. Lusting after my boyfriend’s best friend is a new low, but holding her close like this, and Andrew’s fingers interlaced with mine… I’ve never felt so at peace.
Is there any reality that I could have both of them?
Evie turns in my arms. When her eyes flutter open, she doesn’t startle. Biting her lip isn’t enough to hide her smile—the adorable little creases in the corner of her eyes betray her. “Morning, Mick.”
“Mornin’.”
She lets out a deep sigh, and I can’t bring myself to let her go. “What’s on the agenda today?”
“We’re going to prepare you to be a politician's wife.” I pull her leg over my hip, bringing her closer. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t stop me.
Her slick cunt pressed against my cock has me aching to slide inside her. “Do you always sleep naked, love?”
