Free Coming Clean by Inez Kelley

his stance.
    Smiling around the cock in his mouth, Cade nearly chuckled. Grant was more open-minded than he expected, and he counted that as a blessing. He pressed the tip of one finger steadily forward into tight heat. Grant’s stomach trembled but he didn’t tense or shy away. Cade made it to the second knuckle before Grant jerked.
    “Cade.” Cade froze at the shaky whisper. Regret edged his mind until Grant panted, “Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
    Cade didn’t stop, he doubled his intention, sucking with a specific goal. Grant stiffened and thrust. His orgasm enthralled Cade from every twitching muscle to the pulse on his lips. It was a thing of beauty and of triumph. The hoarse cry he’d heard drifting in the open cabin window now carried his name. The tender impact hit his soul the same instant thick, warm liquid hit his tongue. He greedily sucked in both.
    Grant sagged against the wall, his legs quaking. Cade wiped a fast hand across his mouth and stood. He expected Grant to be sated, heavy-eyed and drained. But those coffee eyes blazed with a smoldering ember. He didn’t pull away from Cade’s kiss or clamp his lips shut. Instead, he opened his mouth and groaned. Capturing Grant’s thick wrists before they touched him, Cade stopped him reciprocating in any way with a slow headshake.
    The move slashed a furrow in Grant’s forehead. “Why not? If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t.” He tugged free of the light hold and determination etched along his jaw. “Maybe I won’t be any good at it, but let me try.”
    Just the fact that Grant wanted it jabbed into Cade’s heart. A fierce wave of yearning churned with a softness he hadn’t expected, and he nearly gave in to his body’s demand for release. Only the flash of gold from Grant’s wedding band kept him strong. He stroked Grant’s wet face, wonder making his touch light and reverent.
    “It’s not that I don’t want it. I do. God, I want to feel your mouth on me so bad. My nuts are aching to shoot. But I like the burn of wanting, knowing it’s going to happen, drawing it out. Viv’ll be back soon and we can play together.”
    Confusion and indecision deepened the groove between Grant’s eyebrows. “Was this just a way to get to Vivi through me?”
    They were friends long before they were lovers, and Cade reacted in a best-friend manner. He slammed Grant’s back against the wall. “No, you asshole. Even if you take her out of the picture, tonight has been…For fuck’s sake, Grant, you said it yourself. It’s time we owned up. Well, I’m owning this. I want more than quick suck or fuck with you but you’re married. I’m a plaything for you two. So let me have a few hours knowing you want me like I’ve wanted you for years.”

Vivi Gets Her Fantasy
    Vivi sat in the car staring at the backyard. The torches were out, the record player gone and grill covered. Yet she could still hear the strains of the tango pulsing in her mind, feel Cade’s body tight against hers, the incredible heat of his mouth hovering over hers.
    She ran a shaking hand down her face. Grant had watched them, his eyes never dropping from their dance. At first, she’d been wrapped up in the moves, the intricacy of the steps, the flush of remembered rhythms and beats. Then she’d seen Grant. Every line in his body had been a classic portrait in relaxation but she knew him too well. She could read the intensity of his stare, the lust wafting from him. He was getting turned on watching her and Cade and, God help her, she’d used it. She’d upped the level of intimacy just to see her husband’s reaction. Blood stirred by music and fed by Cade’s touch had gathered power from Grant’s voyeurism.
    Then it hit her. Grant wasn’t watching her , he was watching Cade .
    She’d known for years that Cade was bisexual. Grant wasn’t but he had something, some indescribable attraction to Cade, that defied definition—or maybe it was plain old love. The few times she