Page 35 of Say You Love Me

“You were watching?” She looks at me hesitantly. She thinks I’m annoyed.

“The man clearly wanted to touch you.”

“But it’s not him I want to touch me.” Her voice is low. Seductive.

She takes a step toward me, close enough that I can feel the heat of her. Desire twists in my gut, but it doesn’t make me want to give her what she wants. It makes me want to see her body flush under his touch, moisten under his tongue.

I swallow and let my breath out slowly. “I want to watch him touch you.”

Her eyes spark with surprise. She takes a step back, her hand coming to rest at the base of her throat. Her eyes dart to Rylee still standing outside, lighting another cigarette.

“I’m not letting Rylee touch me,” she says indignantly. “I only want you, Hudson. No one else.”

My heart beats so loudly in my ears I can barely hear. “But I’m not ready to touch you. Not yet.” I grab her hand and press it to my groin so she can feel my hardness. “But I want to watch him touch you. I want to watch him kiss you.”

“I—I—” she stutters, her eyes scanning my expression.

“But he’s not going to do it without encouragement. You need to be bold. You need to be daring.”

“I don’t understand.”

I push her hand against my erection. “It’s what I want.”

I’m conflicted by the emotions surging through me. The thought of Rylee and my wife makes me tremble with jealousy, but it also makes me hard as fucking stone. It’s like I want to live through him. I want to touch her, but with his fingers. When I imagine them together, even though it’s him I’m imagining caress her skin, I’m the one who feels it. And I feel it without guilt. I don’t carry the sense of foreboding that comes with the thought of me taking her again.

Finity reaches for the light and switches it on. We’re trapped in the open now, staring directly at each other as my dick strains against its cage. I nod at her, reinforcing the words I just whispered in her ear and take a seat on one of the chairs, leaving the couch free.

She drains the last of her wine as Rylee walks inside and lowers himself to the couch. She glances at me before sitting beside him, close enough that their thighs press together. He looks at her curiously before his gaze darts to me, unsure how I’m going to respond to my wife sitting so close. I don’t show any reaction other than to take another sip of wine.

He does the same. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he drinks. I’m not sure how many glasses he’s had now, but it’s a lot. And it shows. His eyes are slightly glazed, his expression is unguarded. He bites his lower lip as his gaze falls to the swell of Finity’s breasts peeking above the line of her dress.

I give her a nod. My cock hardens as she takes a deep breath and angles her body toward him. She doesn’t look at him when she places her hand on his knee. She looks at me. Her gaze flicks between us as she runs her fingers up his thigh ever so slowly. Rylee sits frozen, holding his breath. Finity looks to me for approval one last time, before leaning forward, licking her lips and fixing her gaze on Rylee’s mouth. He’s transfixed by her and holds his breath as she inches closer and closer. Just before her lips are about to touch his, he looks at me over his shoulder and lifts his brows. I sit forward, placing my elbows on my knees, and nod my approval.

Rylee lifts a trembling hand and threads it into her hair, running his fingers over the side of her head. He closes his eyes and uses the pressure of his hand to tilt her head, tipping it at just the right angle to meet her lips and give me the best view. Whether he did it deliberately or not, I don’t care.

When their lips meet, his whole body lifts, gravitating toward her. He moans and my cock responds as though the sound fell from my own lips. I know just how she tastes. I know the sensations that will be rippling through him. I know the surges of lust, the waves of longing.

Finity’s chest heaves as they kiss. There’s a flush to her chest and her throat, a flush I know all too well. Their mouths collide and entangle as though there’s been an eternity of longing between them.

And I watch.

I watch as another man kisses my wife with more passion than I’ve been able to muster in months. I watch as her body responds to his. I watch as his other hand moves to her back, pushing against her, encouraging her to straddle him. And I watch as she does.

Her knees are either side of his. I wonder if she feels his hardness, if it’s pressing into her core. Her dress is twisted around her waist so I know there is nothing but her underwear between her and where his cock will be straining against his jeans.

His hands are clutching either side of her face desperately. Hers are resting on his shoulders. She’s not as confident, as uninhibited in her actions as he is. The wine controls him. Makes him do things he normally wouldn’t do.

She sinks further onto him and I feel it on my own hips as he thrusts his groin against her. Their mouths are still entangled when his hands fall first to her shoulders, and then her breasts. She tips her head back as he massages them, pressing his head into the material of her dress and inhaling deeply.

His eyes meet mine over her shoulder and I nod again, giving him permission to do whatever it is he wants. Getting to my feet, I walk behind the couch, not caring that the huge bulge at the front of my pants is visible as I stand and face Finity.

She keeps her eyes locked on mine as Rylee tugs the material of her dress to the side and exposes one of her lace-covered breasts. Her eyes roll back as his tongue finds her nipple. It’s like I can feel the roughness of the lace against my own tongue, the thud of her pulse under my fingers.

Rylee’s movements are a little more frantic as he reaches into the cup of her bra and frees her breast. She holds the back of his head, threading her fingers through his hair as he sucks. And she keeps her gaze on me.

It’s a sight I never expected to see. A sight I never expected to want. But it’s glorious to watch. My wife, straddling another man, eyes locked on me as she pushes his head to her breast. His hands are fumbling with her dress, so I move to get a better view as he lifts the material up and over her ass. His fingers dig into her cheeks and the sound that comes from him is almost one of pain.

My erection is so strong, so painful, all I want to do is relieve the pressure.

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