“I’m almost there…don’t stop,” Isabel calls out, and I feel a wave of shame that I’ve been so focused on him, I barely considered her pleasure. So I keep up my cadence exactly the way it is, and Hunter’s hand remains, two fingers on either side of my cock, when Isabel finally clenches up in his arms. With a high-pitched moan, she trembles her way through a climax that looks as if she’s being possessed. Her naked, sweaty body seizes up, and the urge to fill her up is unbearable.
Of course, instead of really filling her up, I fill the condom hugging my dick, but it’s still earth-shattering nonetheless. My orgasm rips a long grunt out of my chest as my grasp on Hunter’s thigh tightens.
When I finally pull away from them, I don’t make it far. After quickly pulling the used condom off and tossing it into the trash, I collapse against the bed. When I look over at Hunter and Isabel, I half expect them to be so focused on each other that I’ll feel like a third wheel again. Instead, I’m almost pleased to find they’re both looking at me.
It’s almost three in the morning when I find myself standing alone in the kitchen, sitting in dark silence with only a bottle of water for company. Hunter and Isabel finally peeled themselves off the bed in my room, and he carried her to their own, where I’m sure he spoiled her with aftercare, and she quickly drifted off to sleep. I haven’t seen them since.
But I can’t sleep.
I seem to have woken up in the twilight zone or something because, all of a sudden, I don’t recognize my own life. I don’t have any regrets about what we’re doing—and I think that’s the problem. The sex is amazing. This whole trip has been amazing. But I haven’t been doing any of the regular stuff that I used to do.
I wake up and think of them. Every second of my day, I’m thinking of them. At night…it’s them.
And not just Isabel.
I’m a fucking idiot—that’s all it comes down to. I’ve muted this little infatuation with my best friend since I was old enough to realize that I liked Hunter a lot. I liked his company, but I also liked his body. His attention. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles and the darkness of his eyes. I liked being one of the only people in the world who knows the real Hunter, who sees the tattoos and knows the dark secrets of his past.
Then my dumb ass had to go and agree to fuck his wife. Thinking for one damn second that I could separate the two. That I could do this without letting my stupid fucking heart get its hopes up.
Like tonight, for example. I pushed his limits. I put him in a situation he might not have been comfortable with because, apparently, I like to play with fire.
And he played back, which did not help my situation at all.
I’ve always been known to look into things a little too much. As a bisexual man, I have to know how to read people really, really well, because misjudging someone’s interest can end very badly for me. So, I’m always careful.
And what happened tonight felt like a pretty fucking clear sign. It was a giant billboard on the freeway. Lit up. With flashing lights.
He touched my cock, for fuck’s sake. He stared at me while biting his lip, letting me grip his leg while he touched my cock. Am I reading this situation correctly?
Is Hunter…into this? Into me?
Nope. It was just the heat of the moment. He probably barely even noticed me touching his leg, and he wasn’t intentionally touching my cock; he was just holding his wife’s pussy.
Pack up your hopes and dreams, Drake, you fucking idiot. He’s still as straight as they come, and that’s not going to change. It’s not anyone’s fault…it’s just the way it is.
A door opens down the hall, and I freeze. When I hear footsteps, I can tell by the heavy way they travel that it’s Hunter, and I immediately tense up.
“Hey,” he says groggily, when he notices me sitting in the dark like a villain waiting to attack.
“Hey,” I reply. “Can’t sleep?”
“I drifted off for a little bit, but then I woke up and realized I needed some water. What about you?”
I shrug. “Just enjoying the quiet for a minute.”
“Everything okay?” he asks, watching me skeptically.
“Yeah,” I reply quickly. “Everything okay with you?”
He nods. “Everything’s great.”
“And Isabel?”
He chuckles as he takes a swig from the water bottle. “She’s in there snoring, probably still smiling. I think she had more fun than anyone tonight.”