Free The Flame by Christopher Rice Page A

for the first time. When Andrew’s fingers find Shane’s hard, pink nipples, Shane shudders and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. When Andrew gently sucks Shane’s earlobe in his mouth, grips it gently between his teeth, Shane gasps. But even then, even as her husband’s ministrations threaten to level him, Shane gazes into her eyes, never once breaking their connection.
    She knows exactly what he’s feeling, knows exactly the cascades of pleasure her husband can release with just his fingers and his tongue. For the first time, she’s sharing this experience with the other man she can’t live without, and it feels as if their souls have been unzipped from their bodies. As if the three of them are merging in the air above the bed like those golden ghosts that rose from Bastian Drake’s candle.
    “Cassidy,” Andrew says.
    “Yes, baby.”
    “Are you ready? Are you ready to feel Shane inside of you?”
    “Yes…”
    “Are you ready to watch the expression on his face when he feels how tight and hot you are? When he feels you clutching at him because you want him so badly? Because you’ve always wanted him?”
    “Yes…”
    “Are you ready to look into his eyes while you come?”
    “Y-y—ye…”
    With a devilish laugh, Andrew releases Shane from his embrace. Suddenly there’s a loud crack followed by a sharp grunt. Her husband has just slapped Shane on the ass. Hard. Still shuddering from the delicious pain of Andrew’s blow, Shane crawls up onto the bed, pressing down on her suddenly. The combination of submission and aggression coursing through his body makes her open for him like a flower.
    “Cassidy…” he says, smoothing her hair from her forehead, lips grazing hers. Has her name ever carried so many meanings in a single utterance? She can hear Shane’s astonishment that this is happening, his wonder at the feel and taste of her body. She can hear him asking her for permission. Permission to open her, to enter her. And because the answer is yes, she wraps her legs around his waist for the first time, and in response, his body arches against hers. This time, their kiss is pure abandon. The hesitancy is gone. The fear is gone.
    Andrew rifles through the nightstand drawer. The sounds should be a distraction, but they’re not. Because she knows exactly what he’s looking for, the condoms they used for a while when she had to go off the pill because of some routine tests the doctor wanted her to have.
    She’s in such a rush to have him inside her she hasn’t taken Shane’s cock in her hand, hasn’t explored him the way he’s explored her. She grips it. Shane bites his lower lip, looks down, watches her stroke him with joyful disbelief. Each new touch, each new physical connection made for the first time is like another small tremor beneath that will shift the ground under their relationship forever.
    “Wow. Not bad there, Superboy,” she whispers.
    And her teasing tone lights up his face with a broad smile.
    “Want to know another secret?” Shane asks.
    “ I do,” Andrew answers. Unwrapped condom in hand, he sinks down behind Shane, pulling him upright by one shoulder.
    Once Andrew has righted him. The sight of Shane’s dick sliding through her husband’s powerful, veiny hands thickens the flow of her arousal.
    “After I was with that woman,” Shane says in between gasps. “You know, my client…”
    “Yeah,” she answers, but all she wants to do is kiss him, caress his face for the first time.
    “I used to watch your face when you were laughing or eating dessert,” Shane says. “I used to wonder if I could make you make those faces if I ever…”
    “Fucked her?” Andrew asks. He tugs the condom down the last few inches.
    “Or made love to her,” Shane says softly, with a hint of childlike innocence.
    “Yeah, well,” Andrew says. He’s got one arm wrapped around Shane’s waist, but he’s gazing down at her. They’re both gazing at her. “I’ll teach you how to do