Free Brotherhood of Fire by Elizabeth Moore Page B

they had gotten it out of their system, and the uncertain nature of this might just make things go back to some semblance of normal. It was all bullshit.
Her body twitched with the anticipation of seeing John walk into that cabin, of just being there with them both and the possibilities of what might, no, likely would happen between them. If John felt a tenth of the pent-up desire she felt, there would be no stopping the three of them together, and she was only half as worked up as Garrett. She could see the stiff ridge of his cock through his cargo shorts, and every so often, he shifted his legs, lifted himself, and adjusted the straining bulge. His concern was that John wouldn't show at all. Hers was what would happen when he did.
The guilt that still rode her about the whole thing felt cold. Even as badly as she wanted the three of them together, the little lick of shame over the thought that Garrett might be disturbed by how badly she wanted more stuck with her. As effortless as it had been on their porch and after, and even with Garrett full-on pushing for this to keep going, she couldn't shake the red lights flashing in her mind.
You just weren't supposed to want to climb into bed with your husband and his best friend this badly.
He looked over at her, his frown easing into a familiar, lopsided grin. "You're thinking too much. It's going to be fine, you know? Whatever is going to happen will happen."
She sighed. "Truth time. I can't think about anything else. I feel like I'm focused way too much on this. Feels dangerous."
"Scared?"
She studied her husband . . . his deep bronze hair cut short but curling just behind the ears where she loved to twist her fingers, his brown eyes full of unchecked lust, and a little concern. His big body was her source of comfort, strength. The idea of him moving aside and making room for someone else to join in and not just on a whim, not for a couple of hours but for days, both terrified and excited her. Her stomach twisted in knots at the thought.
"Hell yeah, I'm scared. I love it, I couldn't turn around and run if you guys sprouted fangs and fur, but yeah, I'm scared."
"We're trying something out that makes us all feel good, that we all enjoy. Yeah, there are some little bits that make it kind of out, there but that's the fun part, right? The sting of knowing we're pushing the limits? Me, I'm kinda high on it, case you didn't notice." He grinned and rubbed his cock through his shorts.
"Yeah, sweetie, I noticed." She smiled, the warm flush at watching him palm himself spreading through her. His excitement built the intensity just that much higher for her, knowing how turned on he got even thinking about the three of them. Let alone watching the physical effect the whole thing had on him. That John touching her thrilled him that much, set him so deeply on fire to see them like this, made her want to give him everything he needed and then some. She wanted John next to her just as badly as Garrett wanted to see them that way.
"I think I might not be able to wait. John may just walk in to me pounding you right there on the table in the middle of the cabin."
A low giggle escaped her. "Let's not go there again. It's one thing if we all just sort of fall into it, but putting on a show? No, so not going there."
His laugh was loud and warm, and he pulled her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "Relax. This is going to be a great trip. We're all going to do just fine, and we probably won't want to leave in two days when it's time to come home."
She sighed again, this time a satisfied, easy release as she felt the snap of tension drain away. Her husband might be making room for someone else with them, but he was still right here with her, and clearly, he didn't have any reservations about how much she wanted the same thing.
"I love you."
"I love you too. Now chill, sexy woman, and just enjoy the ride." He snickered. "Might be sayin' that later too."
Rolling her eyes, she couldn't help her sly