tells, he would, and we’d both learned a long, long time ago that using a safe word wasn’t a disaster. It didn’t mean one of us had fucked up. Sometimes one of us just wasn’t in the right headspace. Sometimes I got a muscle cramp or Aaron’s knee acted up. Such were the limitations of the human body, especially after forty.
I broke the kiss and looked at my gorgeous submissive husband. Eyelids heavy, he met my gaze, and we both grinned. If things went well with Kelly—and I suspected they would—then Aaron was in for a hell of a night. We both were. We all were.
Right then, the doorbell rang.
Aaron sucked in a breath and bit his lip, eyes flicking toward the front hallway. “Sounds like Kelly’s here.”
“Mmhmm.” I slid my hand over the front of his pants to make him gasp. “Go let him in.”
He obeyed, and as he went to answer the door and let in our new play partner, I leaned against the kitchen counter and grinned to myself.
Game on.
Ten
Aaron
One look at Kelly across the threshold, and my knees went weak all over again. I was already turned on as hell from Will teasing me in the kitchen. Now I was looking into the eyes of a gorgeous sadist with a bag slung over his shoulder, and if I hadn’t been hard already, I would’ve been well on my way by now.
He raked his eyes over me, making absolutely no attempt to hide the way they lingered on the front of my jeans. When he met my gaze, that evil little grin sent my pulse soaring.
I swallowed hard and stepped aside. “Come on in.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” He came into the foyer, and I shut the door behind us. Bag still over his shoulder like he was some kind of clean cut and kinky Santa Claus, he toed off his shoes and nudged them up against the others. Then he turned to me, his eyes full of hunger and promise. “Good to see you again.”
“Uh-huh. Likewise.”
We exchanged grins. Then Kelly lifted his chin, and I touched his face as I pressed my lips to his. Jesus. Could we just make out on the couch all night while Will talked dirty to us? Because I’d be down with that. A hundred percent. Especially knowing how much Will loved watching me make out with other men, and with the way Kelly kissed…fuck.
Will cleared his throat, and Kelly and I separated. Leaning against the doorway between the foyer and the kitchen, Will grinned at both of us. “As much as I’m enjoying the show…” He pushed himself upright and came closer. “I don’t feel like being an audience member tonight.” He touched Kelly’s hip and kissed him lightly. Then he nodded at the bag on his shoulder. “Did you bring everything?”
“Yep.” Kelly adjusted the strap and gave me a dirty grin. “Plenty to keep him busy.”
I gulped, glancing back and forth between them. They’d spent a ton of time yesterday plotting and scheming via text, and Will had been cagey about what exactly they had in mind. Probably nothing too far out of the ordinary—we were still finding our footing together, after all—but something was going to be sore before this night was over.
“Aaron,” Will said. “Grab some water bottles to take up to the bedroom. As much as I’d love to sit in the living room and chat for a bit, I think we all want to go upstairs.”
Kelly and I both nodded, murmuring, “Uh-huh.”
“I thought so.” Will trailed a fingertip along the edge of Kelly’s sharp jaw. “So we’re going to go up to the bedroom, and I’m going to tie Aaron up. You’re going to hurt him just like we talked about earlier.”
Kelly nodded again, and his voice was a hoarse whisper as he said, “Fuck yeah.”
My spine tingled. Oh Lord. What had they been plotting?
With a quiet, wicked laugh, Will hooked a finger in Kelly’s belt, tugged him roughly toward him, and kissed him, and…oh God. Watching them kiss was hot as fuck. Watching the way Kelly went a little limp against him? The way he almost dropped his bag as he grabbed a handful of Will’s shirt and leaned into him like he wasn’t quite sure he’d stay standing otherwise? That was sexy. Especially since I knew how it felt to be under Will’s spell like that. He was mellow and soft-spoken, and I had yet to meet a submissive who didn’t wibble a