side, decreasing my height by several inches and making it so that Brick was truly towering over the both of us.
Moving behind her, I slid my hands over her back and down to her backside, cupping her round cheeks. She had a great ass, soft, round, and pliant, even though she’d tell me mine was better.
She turned her head to the side so she could see me. “Can he touch me, too?”
“Yes,” I answered, locking my eyes with his after my response. I raised a brow and he nodded, telling me he was okay with it as well.
I realized everything Brick was cautious of doing was because of me and how I’d feel. He found Andy attractive, and why wouldn’t he? She was beautiful and had a killer body, but he was hesitant to do anything without my permission, something I appreciated but wasn’t used to. To clarify, he did what he wanted with me in the bedroom. He hardly ever asked. He knew me well enough to not push me beyond my limits, which were few with him.
“Take off your shirt.” She grabbed his belt as he reached for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up his body and over his head before she managed to unhook his buckle. Her fingers stalled on the button of his jeans. “What happened?” She touched near the wound on his chest and he flinched, his eyes darting to me as he clamped his mouth shut. I was the one to move her hand back to his waistband and away from the constant reminder he was almost taken from me.
“He was in an accident.”
She stole air to ask another question, but he interrupted her.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, licking his lips, and hooding his eyes to distract her. Whenever he gave me that same look, all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off. For a fleeting moment, I hated he looked at her like that, but I understood why. He wanted her to leave the topic of his “accident” alone and get back to why we were here.
“Unbutton his jeans.” I kissed Andy’s neck, teasing her nipples with my fingertips before cradling her breasts in my hands, pushing them together, then apart, repeating the motion several times. Her heart beat faster beneath my touch, and I bet if I reached between her legs, she’d be drenched.
The drag of his zipper echoed in the room, my eyes bouncing from Brick’s to his lower half and back again. His nostrils flared when Andy pushed his jeans down his legs, his cock springing free and hitting against his stomach. Like me, he decided to go commando. If she saw the wound on his leg, she didn’t say anything.
Andy reached behind her, resting her hands on my thighs. “He’s beautiful. I can see why you want him,” she gushed, keeping her hands on me and her eyes on him.
I wanted to tell her that he was so much more than his physique, that he was kind and smart and funny, and protective, as of late, overly so, but I didn’t share those things with her because I wanted to keep something for me.
“His cock is huge. How do you take that?”
“She was made for me,” Brick answered on my behalf, the clench of his jaw another sign of his claim on me.
Diverting her attention from his borderline caveman statement, I asked her a question of my own. “Do you want to touch it?” Even though I was the one to ask, my breath skittered in my lungs at the image of her holding him in her hand.
She nodded and I moved to her side, my hands falling from her body to rest at my sides. I needed to be closer to him as she gripped him, wanting to be sure I’d be okay with another woman touching what was solely mine. If it became too much for me, I was confident they would both stop, and that knowledge gave me comfort.
Her hand drifted over his chest, careful of his injury, down his sculpted abs and toward the head of his cock, circling her fingers around as much of him as she could manage before stroking him from root to tip.
“Fuck,” Brick hissed, closing his eyes briefly before they landed on mine. A crease formed between his brows and he looked to be grappling with something, and if I had to guess it was the pleasure he felt at the hands of another woman… right in