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