Page 57 of Say You Love Me

“We’ve got a visitor,” I say when I pull away from him, breathless.

Rylee waves from his leaning post against the wall. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m having a few issues with the flatmates and I need somewhere to crash for a couple of nights. I hope that’s all good.”

He says it as though it’s something we’ve already discussed, as though it’s something I’ve agreed to. I look at him in surprise, but he’s got his eyes fixed on Hudson, not me. His entire demeanor has changed. There’s a smile on his face. He looks happy and relaxed instead of agitated and tense like he was before.

I want Hudson to glower at him. I want him to growl and tell him to leave, say that we don’t need him anymore, we don’t want him, we have each other. Say that Rylee shouldn’t be here without his permission. But instead, he grins.

“Of course.” He shrugs out of his jacket and places it over the back of the chair. “It won’t be a problem, will it, Fin?” His shoes plop off one at a time.

Rylee beams. “I appreciate it. And I promise it won’t be for long. It’s just to give me some time to sort a few things out.”

“Make yourself at home. I’ll crack open a couple of beers.”

They’re acting like old friends, as though it’s normal for Rylee to turn up unannounced and ask to stay.

“I’m just going to pop upstairs and clean up.” I look down at my dirt-covered body. “Will you two be okay down here?”

Rylee laughs and merely holds up the bottle of beer Hudson just handed him. “Of course.” He leans against the wall and holds one hand out, wiggling his fingers. “Come here.”

I look to Hudson but he doesn’t move, doesn’t give a gesture of consent or disapproval.

“Come here,” Rylee says again.

Cautiously I walk over and stop just in front of him. He threads one hand into my hair and tugs, tilting my head to the side. And then he kisses me.

Confusion crashes through my body. Rylee tastes sweet and cool. His grasp is firm and demanding, and longing and loathing collide. But it is the sound of Hudson’s heightened breath that allows me to melt into Rylee’s kiss.

When he finally pulls away and I turn and see the scorching intensity in Hudson’s eyes, desire begins to unravel at the pit of my stomach.

“Take a shower,” Hudson says. “We’ll be up soon.”

We’ll. We. He says it as though it’s perfectly normal to share me with another man. He says it as though he’s been yearning for it. Part of me withers, but the other part, the part where desire burns, that part unravels. A rush of desire floods my core and I race up the stairs before the heat of my arousal flushes my body.

I allow the steam to fill the room before I get into the shower. I stand in front of the mirror and stare at my reflection. Conflict rages behind my eyes. On one hand, I don’t want Rylee here. I want him to leave. I want Hudson to myself. But there are still things that need to be resolved between Hudson and me. I still crave to feel him inside me and it appears as though the only way that will happen is if he watches Rylee inside me first.

Is this really going to happen?

Am I really going to be fucked by another man while my husband watches?

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, imagining my body between them both. That’s the only way I want it to happen. I want Hudson close. I want him to caress me and whisper in my ear as Rylee is inside me. And if I’m being honest with myself, I want Rylee. I want to know what he feels like. I want to see the lust in Hudson’s eyes. I want to please him.

The water is scalding hot when I step under it. I let it burn my skin, wash all the dirt away. The steam swirls around me, then suddenly vanishes as the shower door opens.

Rylee steps closer.

“Can I come in?” His voice is husky and thick with lust.

I glance behind him and find Hudson leaning against the wall, sipping on his bottle of beer. I nod and Hudson watches intently as Rylee steps closer to me.

I can’t help it when my eyes roam Rylee’s naked body. Despite all that’s happened between us, I haven’t seen him nude. He’s gorgeous. He’s more muscled than he appears while clothed. His pecs and shoulders are well defined and his stomach is ribbed. His cock isn’t as thick as Hudson’s but just as long. With each step forward he takes, I take one back and soon I’m pressed against the glass.

Rylee stands only inches away from me. Water pours over us and his skin glistens under the harsh bathroom lights.

“Can I touch you?” he asks. This time he doesn’t wait for Hudson’s command.

I look over his shoulder at where Hudson is still leaning against the wall. He nods and I repeat the movement. Rylee’s thumb brushes over my nipple. It’s already peaked and hard. His cock twitches. He flicks the other one and his cock bounces in anticipation. Sliding his hands into my hair and cupping the side of my head, he whispers into my ear. “Your husband wants me to fuck you tonight.”

The words are dark and dirty and raw and my body convulses, clenching at the thought of having him inside me, driving Hudson insane, to the point that he wants to throw Rylee aside and take his place.

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