Gifting Me To His Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo)

“Definitely snowed in.” Grayson sets my plate at the little dining room table across from Derek. I slide into the seat and he presses a quick kiss to my temple before retrieving his plate and taking the seat at the head of the table. We eat in silence, and for the life of me I can’t tell if it’s comfortable or tense. Maybe I’m the only one tense.

It was going to be difficult enough to move forward and pretend things with Derek hadn’t changed if we went back to our normal life at the end of the twenty-four hours. Were we supposed to do it while still in this cabin, with memories of our fucking imprinted on every room in this house? Well, it wasn’t yet, but give us a little time. I’m sure we’ll make the rounds.

I look over at Grayson and he seems entirely too pleased with himself for him to be contemplating the end of this arrangement. “What are you thinking, husband?”

“No reason to stop as long as we’re here.” He very carefully doesn’t look at Derek. “As long as everyone is in agreement.”

Derek stays focused on his food. “I’m in.”

“I am, too,” I say slowly. There’s no point in speaking my misgivings. They’re not about the extended time. I’m worried that we’re never going to want to stop. Except is that a problem? We already spend an inordinate amount of time with Derek. What if we…

I push the thought away. Later. I’ll think about it later. Better to live in this moment right now and ride it as long as we can. I finish eating and take my plate to the sink. I turn around and nearly run into Grayson. He leans around me to set his plate in the sink, too, but doesn’t move back. “You’re thinking very hard, wife.”

“Of course I am.” I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him close. “It’s what I do.”

He presses a kiss to my temple and holds me close. “We have things under control.”

“I know.”

We’re both lying, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to stop, and obviously neither does he. I don’t know what life looks like on the other side of this, but we’re not there yet. We get to live in the fantasy awhile longer. And if we’re not finished with each other once the snow is cleared and we’re on our way to the airport, maybe then I’ll have the courage to bring up the messy thoughts tangling in the back of my mind.

I give Grayson a squeeze, enjoying the familiarity of the way his body fits to mine. “You know…” I tilt my head up enough to kiss his neck. “We haven’t had a chance to try out the hot tub yet.”

He releases me with a laugh and gives my ass a playful swat. “Go put on a suit and meet us out there.”

I pout a little. “But what if I don’t want to wear a suit?”

His expression goes heated. “Play along, Emma. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

I’m already nodding. “Good thing I packed my new one for this trip.” Over the years my bikinis have gotten smaller and smaller. One of those things that I refuse to think too hard about, especially since I bought them right before our holiday trips. Grayson never commented on it, but he also loves taking them off with his teeth.

I pause by the nook table where Derek still sits. It’s barely a choice to walk to him. More like a compulsion. I wrap my arms around him from behind and kiss his cheek. “Want to know a secret?”

“Always,” he rumbles.

I press my breasts to his back and whisper in his ear. “I was thinking of you when I bought my suit this year.”

He catches my hands, holding me against him. “You’re playing with fire, baby.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He runs his hands up my arms, but releases me before we get anywhere interesting. I almost push him, but ultimately decide that the swimsuit will do the heavy lifting for me.

It takes a few minutes to brush my teeth, fasten my hair up in an artfully messy bun, and pull on the swimsuit. It’s…scandalous is a good word. It’s not quite a thong, but the back is cut high and narrow, leaving most of my ass exposed. The front triangle barely covers my pussy. The top is just as tiny, leaving my breasts looking like one wrong move could expose me.

And it’s white. The second it gets wet, I might as well be naked.

I am, most assuredly, an asshole, but to be fair, I didn’t honestly think we’d end up in the hot tub while we were here. Or if we did, I’d just wait for Derek to leave before I showed Grayson exactly how see-through my suit became. What can I say? I love tempting my husband into reckless fucking where we might be caught at any moment.

Being the reason Grayson loses control is like a drug to me. I am constantly teasing him when we’re on dates, seeing how far I can nudge him until he drags me somewhere semi-private and we have our way with each other.

I half hope to find Grayson and Derek making out when I get out to the hot tub, but they’re sitting on opposite sides, chatting about a mutual acquaintance. It’s such a sheer shot of normalcy, it’s almost enough to make me doubt what we’ve spent the last twelve hours doing. Or at least it is until they look at me with identical heat in their eyes.

Grayson raises his brows. “I think you left the rest of your swimsuit in the room.”

I run my hands down my bare sides. “You don’t like it?” I turn slowly, giving them plenty of time to ogle my ass. “I mean, I can go change if you really need me to.”

Grayson shakes his head. “Get your ass in here.”

I climb carefully into the hot tub and sink down next to Grayson. He’s obviously got a particular way he wants to play this, so I’m content to follow his lead. Except he just keeps chatting with Derek. It’s strange and so normal, all at the same time, and I settle down to relax in the warm water. The snow hasn’t stopped falling, and it peppers my exposed skin with cool kisses, offsetting the heat permeating my body below the surface of the water.

“Emma.”

I open my eyes and look at my husband. “Mmm?”

His brows lower, and my stomach gives a delicious little kick. I love it when he gets firm with me. “That suit is fucking ridiculous.”

“I think it’s sexy.”

“No shit.” He moves fast, grabbing me around the waist and towing me over to him. I end up kneeling on the seat next to him, which raises my upper half out of the water. Grayson glares at my breasts. “Baby, I can see your nipples.”

“Whoops?”

“Don’t even pretend like you’re sorry.” His gaze follows the water dripping down my skin. The cold kicks in almost immediately, pebbling my nipples against the thin fabric of my suit and raising goosebumps across my exposed skin. Grayson’s still glaring at the water. “I bet if you stand up, I can see your pussy through those tease of bottoms.”

“Maybe.” I can’t help smiling a little.

He turns to Derek, who’s watching us with a closed expression on his face as if he’s not sure how Grayson’s going to play this either. My husband doesn’t make us wait long. He looks at his best friend and then looks at me. “You wore this suit for him.”

True guilt flickers through me because I did consider what Derek might do think if he saw me in this suit. “No, I bought it for you.”

“Don’t lie to me, Emma.” He skates a hand up my spine and wraps his fist around my bun. One tug has me bending back against his arm. “You want him to look? He’s going to fucking look.” His voice snaps. “Get over here, Derek. Look at what my little slut of a wife put on for you.”

The water moves slightly as Derek shifts closer. “Emma likes to put on a show. No harm, no foul.”

“Your hard cock says otherwise.” He tugs my hair again. It doesn’t hurt. In fact, the sensation has me fighting back a moan. Grayson cups one of my breasts with his free hand. “I’ve seen the way you look at her, too, Derek. The way you’re looking at her right now.” He rubs his thumb over my nipple through the swimsuit. “If I wasn’t here, you’d have your mouth all over her.”

“She’s your wife, man.” He’s not exactly protesting, falling easily into the roles Grayson has us playing. Except they aren’t really roles, are they? The best friend and the wife. The wife and the best friend. That’s what we are. That’s all we’re supposed to be.

“My wife wants to flash her pussy at you.” He moves, hauling me up to sit on the edge of the hot tub and spreading my legs. Grayson runs his hand up my thigh and drags his thumb down the little triangle covering me. The one where we can all clearly see the shadow of my slit. “Fuck, she’s not even pretending it’s not true.”

“Grayson—”

He gives me a forbidding look. “Not another word out of you.” He pulls me back into the hot tub and nudges me back into the seat I originally occupied. “Sit there and think about what you’ve done.”

“What have I done?”

His lifts his brows. “You’ve got Derek so turned on, he can’t think straight. And my cock is hard and in need of fucking, but I’m hardly going to reward you for bad behavior. Am I, Emma?”

I clench my thighs together. “No?”

“That’s right. No.” He jerks his chin at me. “Hands on the side of the hot tub. You manage to be good until we’re finished and I’ll let Derek play with you.”

I’m already nodding. “I can be good. I promise.”

“Evidence suggests otherwise.” He waits for me to put my hands where he could see them and then turns to Derek. They look at each other for a long moment, and then both seem to move at once. They meet in the middle of the hot tub, crashing together hard enough to send a wave of water splashing me. Grayson digs his hands into Derek’s hair as he takes his mouth and Derek’s hand is already moving below the water, obviously wrapped around my husband’s cock.

Oh god.

I cross my legs hard, but it does nothing to relent the heat building inside me. If I could just touch myself…But I promised to be good.

To be good while they make out, their chests rubbing on each other, their hands moving below the water. I can’t fucking see and it is both agony and a decadent tease. Derek pulls back and urges Grayson up, until my husband stands before him, his cock right at face level. He looks magnificent, water dripping down his fit body and his cock hard and long. Derek doesn’t hesitate. He takes Grayson into his mouth and sucks him down, down, down, until his lips meet his hilt.

I moan. I can’t help it.

Grayson looks at me as he digs his hands into Derek’s hair. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Derek makes a sound of asset and then my husband is moving, fucking his best friend’s mouth in long, brutal strokes. He looks fearsome and sexy as hell and I might come just from watching them alone. My body is one coiled line of tension, begging for some kind of release. It’s so, so good and so bad, all at the same time. Derek takes everything he gives, the bliss on his rugged face just as sexy as the glare on Grayson’s. It goes on and on and on, until I’m whimpering and writhing along with them. When Grayson finally comes, he does it with a rough curse, pumping into Derek’s mouth as Derek swallows him down.

They break apart, all three of us breathing hard. Grayson sinks back down to his seat and waves a lazy hand in my direction. “Help yourself, Derek. I’d say you earned it.”