My heart is hammering in my chest. I wait a few moments before opening my eyes. The room is dark and Hunter is gone. Down the hall, I hear more muffled voices, but I can’t make out what they’re saying.
As quiet as I can, I get out of bed and creep down the hall toward the guest room. Stopping outside the door, I listen.
“I need you,” Hunter mumbles quietly.
“Then what, Hunt?”
“What do you mean then what? Since when are you worried about what happens after sex?”
Drake sighs. “Since I starting fucking your wife. Since you kissed me in a dark club. Suddenly, it fucking matters a hell of a lot.”
It’s quiet for a while, and I close my eyes, willing them to get past this. To finally talk about it. Get over whatever is keeping all of us from the life we truly deserve—together. And part of me really wants to burst in there and tell them exactly what they need to do to get over it, but I can’t. They need to do this themselves. Hunter needs to prove to Drake that he’s not letting his father’s voice stop him anymore. And Drake needs to prove he’s ready to commit.
When it’s quiet for so long I get curious, I carefully peek around the corner, catching a glimpse of them lying on the bed together. They are naked, Hunter stretched out on Drake’s body, perched on his arms as he stares down at him.
“What do you want me to say?” Hunter whispers.
Another long, tense silence stretches in the darkness. Finally, Drake says in a low, husky whisper, “Nothing. Just fuck me.”
I almost let out a whimper at the sound, my body growing hotter by the second. I clamp my hand over my mouth as I listen to them. Their groans, curses, gasps, and grunts. As much as I want them to talk it out, this is too hot to stop.
I peek my head back into the room and watch in the dim moonlight as Hunter crawls down Drake’s body and eases Drake’s cock down his own throat. Drake lets out a deep guttural sound as he clamps a hand around Hunter’s black curls and thrusts his hips upward until I hear my husband gagging.
Dipping back into the hallway, I press my back against the wall as I listen to them. It’s nothing like I’ve ever heard before, and my body is on fire with arousal from the sound. I can’t believe myself as I lower my hand to my cotton panties, slipping my fingers inside to touch myself, if only to ease some of the pain from this acute need.
With the other hand clamped around my mouth, I draw circles around my clit as I listen to the filthy noises of Hunter’s wet mouth around Drake’s cock.
When I hear the bed creak with their movement, I peek in again. Again, it sounds more like a struggle than sex, grunting and movement and a fight for control. Hunter is lying on Drake again, the moonlight catching the blond in his hair as it’s fanned out around him. Kneeling between his spread legs, Hunter opens a small bottle and everything is quiet for a moment until I hear Drake moan.
“You like that?” Hunter whispers.
“More,” Drake replies.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“More, Hunter.”
I can hardly breathe. My skin is burning hot as I listen to whatever it is they’re doing. I assume by the way Hunter is kneeling between Drake’s legs that he’s prepping him, and the idea of something so intimate, so…new for him, is driving me wild.
“I’m ready,” Drake says quietly, and I watch from the dark hallway as Drake lifts his knees and Hunter aligns his cock with Drake’s tight hole and eases himself in. He does so with a long, breathless groan, and I can’t help the tiny squeak that slips through my lips.
Quickly evading the doorway, I keep my back to the wall and my hand down my panties as I wait to be caught. But I’m not. Instead, I listen as Hunter moans again, his cries mingled with his best friend’s, and I know the moment he’s inside him as far as he can go because Drake lets out a strangled, “Fuck.”
“Goddamn, that’s good,” Hunter replies. His inhales are rapid and desperate sounding as if the air is being choked out of his body. “Fuck, that’s so good, Drake.”
“It is, isn’t it? Just keep moving.”
I’m losing it. This feels so wrong of me to even be listening, let alone pleasuring myself to the sound, but I can’t help it. Those men are mine, both of them, and I didn’t think there could be anything as good as having them both, but I was wrong. Because watching them have each other is far, far better.
The bed creaks, the headboard slamming into the wall as Hunter fucks him with fire and passion now, thrusting to a heavy beat. And if they thought I was going to sleep through this, they are crazy.