Page 19 of Devour

Hubby had no interest in being merciful. He took his time, drinking me in as if we had all day. Once he seemed sure I really wouldn’t, he decided to give me the benefit of the doubt.

“Go ahead.”

I would’ve asked him to clarify, but I didn’t need to when he remained two steps ahead mentally and I could hear him clear as day. Still counted as listening when following thought, right? I thought so. Heh. I barely got to my feet before attempting to scramble upward and onto the bed and then his legs.

If there were a record for the fastest climb into a man’s lap, I absolutely shattered it. I ducked down into his neck for what I came all the way here for. Damn him for being so fucking good. Until we met, I’d been perfectly happy chowing down on whatever I could get, blissfully ignorant that anyone could be this delicious. Ever since I had that first taste, he only got better each time I went back. The fact that I devoted an entire year to getting another helping spoke for itself.

And best of all, regardless of the arguments Eli gave me, he could not hide from me. Between the thoughts racing through his mind and the emotions seeping through his skin, I could lap up everything he offered and digest the truth. Desire. Pleasure. Lust. That last one he could deny all he wanted, but I knew better. His skin burned against mine everywhere our bodies brushed, his gratification only enhancing mine.

When Eli’s fingers wrapped around my bare waist, it wasn’t to peel me away like last time. He pushed me more into his lap, making my hips roll into his pelvis while I straddled him. Hearing me get all heated over something yummy made him want to give into his carnal desires. Never before with me, of course, but he had acted upon his urges in the past. His fingers dipped below the edge of my pants, peeling the material down my hips while he held on tight to me. Every time he ground my body closer, my swelling cock brushed his until he got hard, too. I wanted him the only way I could ever have anyone, and he didn’t so much as flinch when my lips parted against his flesh. My teeth grazing his neck made him gasp and…

I became faced with a very unusual predicament. All by himself (though he would’ve with a nudge if I gave one, but I hadn’t) hubs concluded he wanted more and heavily considered that possibility. I cannot stress heavily enough. Maybe less than a minute away from freeing my cock and whipping out his, too. And that would very much be nice for me.

However, I sensed Ash. Close. And more than likely he would interrupt us, which meant hubby would not be pleased. Whereas telling hubby would mean pulling the plug on this devolving into sex. But keeping the info to myself might mean no snacking at all ever again. It was a tough call to make, and one made all the more difficult while he kneaded my ass. Not exactly working with a clear head anymore, either. Between Eli panting right in my ear and me rendered dizzy and breathless from inhaling so much, choosing only became harder.

With only seconds to spare, his face turned just enough for our mouths to almost brush. Instead, we both stared at each other—silent aside from our eager breaths.

“Ash is outside.” Damn me and my random assortment of morals mashed into a semblance of a conscience.

Before Eli could even ask me what I meant, Ash knocked on the door. Not that we could see, but obviously, I knew. From the smell of it, Ash arrived contrite, but those feelings had already shifted. Oops.

Hubs cocked his head at me, either doubting if Ash really were at his door or confused that I had actually told him. Yeah, told you I had some integrity, hubby.

He patted my thigh for me to move and considered opening the door. Oh, yeah, this looked great. Those gray sweatpants were not currently leaving much to the imagination, and his hair got mussed by me some, and we were both still flushed and speechless. Nothing going on here, Ash.

Eli left me on the bed and opened the door only a sliver. Oh, hubs. You just made this worse. “Hi,” he said, still sounding winded.

“Hey,” Asher replied very slowly. He was already suspicious, so now it was only a matter of confirming those suspicions. “Are you busy?”

“Ah, not really. I’m… uh…” Long and obvious pause. “We’re just hanging out.”

“We?”

“Yeah, Rhory came over.” He tried to sound casual. Unfortunately for hubby, this was a lost cause the minute he said my name.

“Oh.”

“What?” Eli snapped.

“Nothing.” Asher dismissed him with a shrug and a wave. “Forget it. Don’t know why I bothered.”

“I am not arguing with you in the hallway.” Eli shoved his door open all the way, and I politely waved from my spot on the bed. “Come in or leave.”

Ash did not reply for some time. His eyes stayed trained on the bed. To be fair, the blankets looked disturbed, but that can happen from sitting on a bed. And sure, I was basically half-naked in said bed, but that was my usual state of dress, and how I’d arrived. Ash thought over quite a few responses that didn’t warrant repeating before turning and exiting down the hall.

Hubs let out a long sigh before closing his door and walking back over. I worried this would happen. He shifted toward the negative, but not like the sexy tension of bickering, more like sad. He missed his friend. When he sank back down beside me, less sad, but still sad. Definitely a mood killer. I let my head rest on his shoulder and sighed.

“Why did you tell me?”

I shrugged. “Almost didn’t.”

“And yet.”

“It felt too much like lying, and I don’t lie.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Why should I bother if no one can lie to me?” I chuckled. “For example, I can tell you’re upset, but I also know you’re not interested in Ash. He still won’t admit he wants to date and you’re thinking it would almost be easier if you did, but you don’t want this to ruin your friendship.”

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