Once her orgasm has faded, I kiss her again, brushing her fiery red, sweat-soaked hair out of her face.
“That was amazing,” I whisper against her mouth.
Drake rises from his place between her legs, kneeling back on his knees, and my eyes instantly fall to the bulging length in his gym shorts. He catches me looking and trails his eyes down my body, landing on my matching erection.
Well, fuck. What now?
There are a few long moments of awkward silence before he grabs Isabel’s pajamas and helps her slide her legs into them, pulling them into place. Then, she’s looking at me, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth.
“What about—"
“That’s enough, Red,” I reply. “Let’s get some sleep.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod. “Yes, baby.”
“Okay,” she says with reluctance.
Without a word, Drake escapes to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I’m not sure what he’s doing in there, and I’m not going to ask. Isabel cuddles close to me, her hand drifting over my stiff cock. I take her gently by the wrist.
“Red…” I say in warning.
“Are you okay?” she asks, finally taking her hand away.
“I’m fucking great. Are you okay?”
Her green eyes gaze up at me as she nods. “I’m fucking great too,” she whispers. The F-word rarely comes out of her mouth, but fuck me, it’s so cute when it does.
“Good.”
“Do you think he’s okay?” she asks.
“Yeah. I don’t think he would have done that if he didn’t want to. But…”
“But what?” she replies. I curl her hair behind her ear and kiss her forehead.
“But when he gets into bed, would you be comfortable cuddling with him instead of me? I just want him to know that you want him for more than sex.”
She lifts her head and gives me a puzzled look. “More than sex?”
“Yeah. I think it would make him feel better. To know you really care about him.”
Her touch travels over my cheek as she takes a deep breath. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing? I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“You care about him, don’t you?”
“Don’t you?” she replies.
More than she understands. Fuck, more than I understand, and I know what my wife is worried about, but everything in my gut is telling me this is right.
“Of course, I do.”
“Okay, because you keep saying me and how much I want him, but you want this too, Hunter, and I think he needs to know how much you care about him—as much as I do.”
Sometimes I feel like Isabel can see into my thoughts. I swear she knows things I keep hidden in my head, even before I think them out loud, but that’s just what makes us so perfect for each other. She is in my head as much as in my heart.
A few minutes later, Drake emerges from the bathroom, hits the light, and climbs back into bed behind Isabel. She stays cuddled against me for a moment, and I’m about to start worrying that she can’t do it. That letting him eat her pussy was one thing, but cuddling with him while they fall asleep is too much.
And I can’t stop thinking about what he said to me earlier, about not wanting to get hurt. I just need him to know he’s not just a quick fuck to either of us. That for some fucking reason, him getting attached to Isabel is exactly what I want.
Then, just when I start to lose hope, she kisses me quickly on the lips and rolls away, resting her head on Drake’s outstretched arm. He hesitates for a moment, gazing at me through the darkness. But when I don’t protest, he relaxes his body, laying his arm over her, and slowly falls asleep.
Rule #13: Establish the rules early on and never, ever break them.
Isabel
The hotel gym is empty, which is nice for a change because I can’t seem to get enough miles on the stationary bike.
My head is a mess. I just keep reliving last night and how absolutely insane that was. Letting another man go down on me while my husband watched. I must be crazy because this is not something normal twenty-seven-year-old women do—and enjoy, entirely too much.
I should be ashamed of the thoughts that are running rampant through my mind today. Like how Drake kisses differently than Hunter. How his mouth feels different with slightly poutier lips. How his mouth felt different down there. Not better or worse…just different.
How I haven’t come that hard in a long time.
I would have never done that without Hunter literally telling us to—never. But God…I’m glad he did.