The Silk Tie (Erotic Threesome Romance) (18 page)

My
stomach rolled at the thought of him saying no. Since Gabe had mentioned it the
night before it was all I could think about and it seemed the perfect solution
to everyone’s longing.

I
whacked the oven on and put a pot of potatoes on to boil. I too could cook,
when I had the time and inclination.

I then
raced up the stairs and leaped through the shower. I only wanted to freshen up
and didn’t bother with blow-drying my hair afterwards or applying lots of makeup.
A new set of black lace underwear and a short, floaty red dress with black
seams sealed my look. I decided to go barefoot. The weather was warm and the
outfit kept me cool and casual.

I dashed
down the stairs, then put three duck breasts in the oven and opened a container
of fresh orange sauce that proclaimed it to be the perfect accompaniment. It
would have to do; no way did I have time to make a sauce from scratch.

I then
quickly whizzed up a punnet of strawberries, added honey to the mixture and
checked that I had a tub of my favorite berry sorbet in the freezer. I did. I’d
make my own version of Eton Mess by adding a few bashed-up, bought meringues.
It would look homemade enough.

After
pouring a glass of wine, I set the outside table. I used my best cutlery and
plucked a few flowers from the bunch Gabe had bought me to stand in a small,
narrow-necked vase. I gave the sundial a quick wipe—it was covered in
tiny seeds—then brushed a few stray leaves into the corner and lit a
citronella candle.

I’d
just set out a bowl of crisps on the counter when Gabe’s key rattled in the
lock.

I
dragged in a deep breath. This was it.

Brent’s
voice floated toward me. He was chatting about some book he’d read.

Quickly,
I wiped my hands on a tea towel and had another sip of wine, then wished I hadn’t.
I’d smell like I’d drank the bottle.

“Hey,
there you are,” Gabe said, coming into the kitchen. “Smells good.” He kissed my
cheek.

“Thanks,
I hope it tastes good too.”

Brent
stood in the doorway, filling the frame with his wide shoulders. Like Gabe, he
wore a neat, dark suit and his tie was still knotted tight.

I
caught my breath a little. A few days of not seeing him and I was blown away
all over again by his attractiveness and that heart-stoppingly sexy way of
looking at me he’d developed.

Gabe
must have told him.

That
was all I could think. It was the only explanation for the sultry gaze he was
giving me.

“Hayley,”
he said, walking up to me. He cupped my elbow in his palm and, as Gabe had, he
touched his lips to my cheek. “Thanks for inviting me for dinner.”

“It’s a
pleasure.” I smiled. “And you have cooked for us several times recently so
you’re owed a meal.”

He
stepped back. “Is there somewhere I can wash up?”

“Yes,
second door on the left in the hallway,” Gabe said.

Brent
smiled and walked out of the room.

As soon
as the downstairs bathroom door shut, I turned to Gabe. “Well? What did he
say?”

Gabe
shook his head. “I didn’t mention it.”

“What?”
Disappointment sagged within me.

“It
just…there was someone else he knew at The Golden Goose, and he insisted on
having a drink with us. Then on the Tube…well, it’s hardly the sort of thing
you bring up, is it? Hey, my wife wants to do you with her strap-on while I watch,
is that okay with you as after dinner light entertainment?”

I
cuffed Gabe on the chest and mock frowned. “Shut up.”

“I’m
sorry.” He wound his arms about my waist and pulled me close. “I did have every
intention of it, honestly. Since we talked about it last night I’ve come right
round to the idea. In fact, I can’t wait to see you in action.”

“Really?”
I looked up at his handsome face.

“Yes,
really.” He kissed me. “And there’s no reason it still can’t happen. We’ll just
have to ask him together.”

“That’s
maybe for the best.”

“Oh, er
sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” Brent said, walking back into the kitchen and
giving us a once over as we stood embracing.

I
caught my breath and studied him. Had he heard us talking? No, it didn’t seem
like he had, or if he had he covered it well.

“Not at
all,” Gabe said, giving me another kiss then stepping away to the fridge. “I
see Hayley has already started on the wine. Would you like white, Brent?”

“Yes,
thanks.”

I
lifted the pot of potatoes, strained them then set them in a casserole bowl.
“Pass the cream, please, Gabe.”

“Here
you go.”

I added
cream and herbs and a sprinkle of cheese then went to put them in the oven.

“Here,
let me,” Brent said. “That looks heavy.”

“Yes,
it is a bit.”

He
stood next to me, close. His shoulder brushed mine and I could smell his faded
aftershave.

My body
reacted to his nearness. My heartbeat picked up and I breathed deeper. I was bombarded
with images of him naked, fucking Gabe and being fucked by Gabe. I imagined him
bending over for me—or would I make him lie on his back like Gabe had so
I could watch his face as I put the big dildo in his hole?

He
lifted the potatoes and put them in the oven. I glanced at his ass, his suit
trousers tightened over his taut cheeks as he stooped.

I looked
at Gabe and his attention was on me. He smiled a little, as though guessing
what I was thinking.

“Here,”
Gabe said, passing Brent a glass.

Brent sampled
the wine smiled then set it aside. He rubbed his hands together. “So,” he said.
“Let’s talk about the elephant in the room, shall we?”

“The
elephant in the room?” I repeated.

“Yes.”
Brent leaned back on the counter, folded his arms and angled one leg over the
other so that the toe of his shoe was resting on the floor. “I don’t know about
you two, but I’ve been looking forward to seeing you both all day and I don’t
want to spend an evening thinking one thing when you’re thinking something
else.”

I
glanced at Gabe. He appeared as surprised as me by Brent’s forwardness, though
he hid it well.

“So
what do you want to happen?” Gabe asked. “What are you thinking?”

Brent
gave a twitch of a smile, as though that’s exactly how he’d thought a lawyer
would reply to his statement. “Well, in an ideal world I’d quite a like a
repeat of the weekend.” He uncrossed his arms and went and stood before Gabe.
“That was pretty incredible by anyone’s standards.”

Gabe
stood tall.

Brent
took Gabe’s hand and pressed it between both of his. “I like you a lot. When
this started I thought maybe just a bit of fun and wow, didn’t you have a cool
wife to let it happen. But now…” He nodded at me. “Now it’s not just fun, it’s
not just physical, it’s a longing…here.” He tapped his chest with his fingers
then clasped Gabe’s hand again. “I said from the beginning I don’t want to come
between you, and that still stands. It would break me to think I caused
problems in your relationship.”

“You
haven’t,” I said.

Brent smiled.
“Are you sure?”

“Yes,”
I said.

“No,”
Gabe said.

Brent
twitched and sucked in a breath. It was as if he’d had a punch to his guts.
“What?” He turned to Gabe.

“You
have…caused a problem,” Gabe said. He withdrew from Brent’s grasp then gently cupped
Brent’s cheek, and smiled. “But I think you can help solve it.”

Brent
had paled. “I’ll do anything to make it right, really I will.”

“Hey,
don’t panic,” Gabe said.

In that
moment I completely adored Gabe. He was fighting battles inside about me and
Brent being together yet still he was calm and caring—he wanted to make
sure Brent was okay.

“Just
tell me,” Brent said. “Really, anything.”

Gabe
leaned closer to Brent. “Hayley, she wants you.”

“But
she’s yours,” Brent shot back, quick as a flash. “I can’t touch her.”

“No,
not without my permission you damn well can’t,” Gabe said.

Brent
tipped his chin. “And do I have that?”

Gabe
shook his head. “No.”

“Okay…”

“But I
will give her permission to touch you.”

Brent
opened his mouth and shut it again.

“I’ve
seen how you look at each other,” Gabe said. “To start with it was just
admiration, seeing another attractive person. But I was a fool to think that neither
of you would be affected by the sexual fantasies you were ultimately involved
in together, even if Hayley was a spectator.”

I
thought about Brent watching me when I’d been on the sun lounger with Gabe
giving me oral. I hadn’t been the only voyeur.

“I’m
not a selfish guy,” Gabe went on. “I don’t want to be the absolute center of
this…” He paused and slid his hands from Brent’s cheeks to his chest. “I
understand the longing in here. I have it too. And I also know my wife and her longings
and needs.”

“Go
on…” Brent said. “Tell me what she needs.”

“She
needs me but she also longs for you, the way I did…” He paused then whispered.
“I still do.” He leaned forward and swept his lips over Brent’s.

Brent
sagged his shoulders and seemed to melt into Gabe.

Gabe wrapped
his arms around Brent’s waist. His expression was soft.

“I
still want you too,” Brent said, setting his hands on Gabe’s shoulders. “Far
from reducing the lusty thoughts I was having about you, this weekend has
intensified them, created more.”

“More
that involve Hayley?”

Brent
breathed out, long and low. “Yes.” He paused and glanced downward. “And I’m
sorry if that’s hurt you.”

“It
hasn’t, you’re not the first man to fantasize about my wife and you won’t be
the last. But you will be the first man I allow to get naked with her.”

“But I
can’t touch her?” Brent frowned. “I’m confused.”

“Don’t
be. My wife…” Gabe twisted his mouth into a sinfully sexy smile. “Has a toy
that I think you will approve of very much.”

Brent
glanced at me, his brow creased.

“Would
you like to see it?” Gabe asked.

Brent
shifted from one foot to the other. I wondered if this whole conversation was
making him hard.

“I’m
thinking I should say yes,” he said.

I
gripped the counter tighter. It seemed I’d be wearing my strap-on sooner than I’d
thought.

“Will
dinner hold?” Gabe asked me.

“Yes, I
think so.”

“Good,”
Gabe said. “You go get ready and we’ll come upstairs in a minute.”

I
studied him, wondering if I’d see anxiety in his eyes but I didn’t, there was
only excitement. He was into this, I was sure of it. If he wasn’t, if I’d
thought it would send him on a roll of jealous thoughts I would have refused.

I walked
up to him, wound my arm around his waist and Brent’s so I was wedged between
them. “I only want this if you two do.”

“We
do,” Gabe said. He looked at Brent. “Don’t we?”

Brent
squeezed closer and the heat of his body warmed the length of mine. “Hell yeah.
Whatever you have in store for me, little lady, I’ve got a feeling it’s going
to be fun.”

I took
my wine upstairs and shut the bedroom door. My head was spinning. The events
that Gabe and I had talked about were really going to happen.

I
pulled the curtains then lit a candle on the dresser and turned on the bedside lamp.
My hands were shaking and I paused, held them to my chest.

Why was
I so nervous?

Because
it had been years since I’d been with anyone other than Gabe?

I shut
my eyes and took a deep breath. It was all okay. Gabe would be with me. I’d
used the strap-on before. I knew how to hit the spot and, oh God, the thought of
making Brent come with it had moisture dampening my knickers. I wanted that
control, that dominance, that power over his climax the way I had Gabe’s.

I
opened my eyes and pulled open the top drawer on the bedside locker. The strap-on
was buried beneath my knickers. I tugged it out and looked at the small dildo
attached.

It was
too small. Brent had taken Gabe’s big cock up his ass so I was confident he
could handle my big dildo.

I
quickly removed it from the harness, searched under my knickers for the bigger
attachment and secured it.

Damn,
it was good—big and black and heavy. I smoothed my hand up and down its shiny
length. It had such a realistic head with a large flare at the base of the dome.
I was pretty sure it would feel awesome for Brent. Perhaps Gabe would like a go
too?

Mmm,
the thought of all three of us together…that was nice. I stilled. Yes, that was
what I really wanted. It was becoming clearer to me. Much as I wanted Brent he
was essentially part of the threesome fantasy that was revealing itself to my
consciousness—a threesome that included Brent and Gabe.

I
glanced at the bed. The covers were perfectly flat and neat but I had an image
of them messy and creased with the three of us naked, twisted together,
groaning in ecstasy and making one another come over and over again.

A truth
settled inside me. It took away the confusion I’d had about wanting Brent. It
was simply that I wanted Brent and Gabe, together. I adored their lovemaking,
their wild fucking, and I wanted in on the action.

Gabe
didn’t want Brent and me fucking and that was okay…for now.

Hurriedly,
I pulled off my dress. I left my underwear on, bra and knickers, and stepped
into the soft leather harness. The dildo was heavy and protruded quite some
length. I moved to the mirror and admired my reflection with a cock.

Good.
Rude. Shocking. Sexy.

“Hayley,
you ready?” Gabe called from the other side of the door.

“Yes,
come in.”

This
was it.

I
turned to the doorway.

It
opened and light from the hallway spilled onto the carpet as Gabe walked in.
He’d peeled off to his boxers and, as always, I admired his broad chest and the
slim slopes of his waist and hips.

“Looking
good,” he said, adjusting his cock over the material of his underwear.

I
wondered what they’d been getting up to for him to be so hard.

“Did I
miss something?” I asked, putting my hand on my waist and jutting my hip.

“Only
us stripping off,” he said grinning. He turned to Brent, who now stood beside
him.

Brent
was staring at me with wide eyes—well not me, the big black cock I was
wearing. “Fucking hell,” he said.

“What
do you think?” I asked, stroking my dildo lovingly.

“It’s…it’s
not what I was expecting,” he said then licked his lips.

I
glanced at his groin. Like Gabe, he was sporting an erection that was tenting
his underwear.

“Shut
the door,” I said to Gabe. “Then come over here.”

He did
as I’d asked.

“Sit on
the bed.” I pointed my finger at Brent. “And you, next to him.”

Bloody
hell, where had that assertive voice come from? Is that what having a dick did?
It made me feel powerful. Being the penetrator had once again put me in a top
position.

Brent
sat next to Gabe on the bed. Their bare arms were touching and they both looked
at me expectantly.

“So
tell me, Gabe, what do you think of this new black cock of mine?”

“It’s
big,” he said, studying it. “Really big.”

“Do you
think you could handle it?”

He
hesitated. “Yes, I think so.”

I
reached out and cupped his chin. “Open.”

He
stared up at me and opened his mouth.

I slid
the cock just past his lips, so that the rim sat inside. “Mmm, it is bigger
than the last one, but I don’t think it’s much different to Brent’s cock and
you’ve had that up your arse and enjoyed it, haven’t you?”

He
nodded slightly and the dildo shifted in his mouth.

I
withdrew the cock and stepped in front of Brent. “Your turn,” I said. “Open
wide.”

He
hesitated.

“Take
her,” Gabe said, running his hand over Brent’s hair. “Take my wife’s cock in
your mouth and then, then you can take it up your arse.”

“Fucking
hell,” Brent muttered.

A small
tremble went over his body and he stared up at me with such a desperate
expression of desire that I was tempted to rush straight to the main event.

“Open,”
Gabe said again. He pressed the tip of his index finger on Brent’s chin and
urged his mouth wide.

Holding
the shaft of the dildo, I slowly eased it in.

He
fluttered his eyes shut, went to reach for me then dropped his clenched hands
to the top of his thighs.

“You
like sucking cock, don’t you, Brent?” I whispered. “You like sucking my
husband’s cock and now you like sucking mine. Go on, suck it.”

He sealed
his lips tighter and his cheeks hollowed as he created suction.

“Mmm,
that’s it,” I said, deepening the entry. “Suck me.”

Gabe
touched the shaft of the dildo then slid his hands up and squeezed my breasts
through my bra.

My
nipples were tight and I pressed in for his touch. I glanced down at him and
wondered if he’d take my bra off.

He
didn’t.

I
slipped the dildo from Brent’s mouth and stepped back. “Now kiss, you two, it
makes me so hot to see you kiss and now you both taste of my dick.”

Brent
reached quickly for Gabe and locked their mouths together.

Gabe
groaned and clung to Brent’s shoulders as Brent pushed him down onto the bed.

Their
big bodies almost filled the mattress and they rolled to the middle, Brent on
top and skimming his hands over Gabe.

Gabe
reached down, gripped Brent’s ass and ground his pelvis into Brent. He broke
the kiss. “Fuck, I could come just from feeling your dick against mine like
that.”

“So
come,” Brent said, shoving at Gabe’s boxers. “Come right now.”

Gabe
discarded his underwear. “No, not yet…Hayley.”

Gripping
a tube of lube, I moved onto the bed and set my hand on Brent’s back. I drifted
it down to the waistband of his boxers and shifted them downward. “Lose these,”
I said.