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I wasn’t in love with that idea either. It seemed creepy for a man to lurk in the dark, his face pressed against the crack. And then I’d have to clean the bathroom. I couldn’t feel sexy with my blackhead cream screaming at them from the counter. “What about Aaron?” I lowered my voice, though if he could hear any of this, we were already fucked five different ways. “Is this guy just going to walk by him and into our bedroom? How are we going to explain that? And where are we even finding this hypothetical guy?” I sank onto my back, feeling overwhelmed by the implementation details. This was the issue with being a Capricorn. We thought through things too much.
“You realize the easiest solution to all of this, right?”
“No.” Yes, but I wasn’t going to voice it.
“We just do it with Aaron.”
A traitorous bolt of arousal sang through my body, one deeper and stronger than anything I’d experienced in the last hour with Easton. Just his name, just that forbidden possibility, and my body hummed to life. I studied the couch and pictured him sitting on the edge, his body hunched forward, his gaze hungry. Energy would fly from that side of the room. My skin would heat with just the knowledge that he was there. Everything would be more intense, each thrust deeper, each orgasm more piercing. I let out a shaky breath. “We can’t do it with Aaron.”
“We can. He hasn’t been with a woman since the last time Becca broke him off a piece, which was four months ago. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s stealing your Victoria Secret catalogs just to have something to jerk off to.”
“It’d be so awkward with him.”
“It really wouldn’t. Elle, you’re comfortable with him. You know Aaron. If you farted in the middle of us all fucking around, you’d look at him and laugh.”
“I never fart,” I interjected with a smile, because he was right. We would all laugh about it, and I wasn’t sure if that was more of a reason to approach him or less.
“Hey.” His hand found mine under the sheet. “With him, if it’s awkward, you can just come out and say it and he’ll leave. Probably make some bullshit crack about our sex life on his way out.” He grinned and I considered the idea again, letting the possibility actually breathe.
I inhaled, a shiver of excitement tingling through me. “Walk me through everything, starting from how you’d bring it up to him.”
And then my scatterbrained husband, who could barely program our garage remote, laid out the guideposts for a situation that might actually work. I laid on my side and watched him speak, his voice lulling me into a gradual but deep sleep, my dreams filled with erotic half-whispers of time.
25
I sank into the hot water and closed my eyes, forcing my limbs to relax, trying to find a heartbeat that wasn’t pounding in my chest. My stomach flipped, tension pooling in my gut. Settling my head back on a rolled towel, I listened to the silence of the house and wondered where they were.
Wild Junction, listening to the band?
Twisted Mermaid, at the oceanfront bar, tipping back beers?
The Tavern, watching sports and eating wings?
What were they talking about? Did they have this same knot of apprehension or were they fine?
Wayland was at Chelsea’s, her repeated offers to babysit finally accepted. It would be both his first and last visit at her house. That, I was certain. I’d already seen evidence of that when he’d tore into her backyard, across a bed of delicate perennials, then rolled with absolute glee through a mud puddle.
For the first night in a long time our house would be dog-free. No distractions. No scratches at the door, or whines from his crate. One variable, gone.
I turned my head and eyed the black satin strip of fabric, hanging off the hook beside the makeup mirror, where one of our embroidered hand towels normally sat. I’d bought it at the local quilting store and took longer than I should have to pick it out. The first material, I’d finally decided, was too slick. I didn’t want the silky texture losing grip and falling loose from its knot. The second material, too scratchy. One felt hot. One was too thin. Or, I’d mused, holding it up to the light, should it be thin? Did I want to be able to see a little through the blindfold? I’d imagined the fuzzy outlines of them approaching, gripping their cocks, and had needed to sit down for a moment. My arousal had tanked when the salesperson had waddled around the counter and peered at me through eyeglasses with sunflower frames and asked me if I needed any help.
Oh sure, I thought. I’m looking for something to use as a blindfold while my husband and best friend take turns on me. Any suggestions for length and texture?
