Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,4
this. “It sounds hot as hell,” I whisper. “I could get off on being his gift alone, because you’re the one directing it.”
He starts moving again, rougher this time. “And because you get off on being bad.”
“Yes.” There’s no use denying that. We have too much history of playing that particular game. I love pretending I’m doing things I shouldn’t, love it when Grayson indulges me, letting me play the dirty little slut. It’s always worked for us, because it’s us.
He drives into me one last time and buries his face in my neck as he comes. I stare at the ceiling and mentally prepare for him to take it all back. Dirty talking, playing out fantasies, anything said during sex doesn’t have to hold up to the light of day. We’re just playing. That’s all.
Except as Grayson pulls out of me and arranges himself at my side, it doesn’t feel like playing. It feels like we’ve taken the first step down a road that could lead to the ruin of everything I hold dear in this world.
He reaches up and cups my jaw, gently guiding me to look at him. “I meant what I said.”
I lick my lips. “It sounds really sexy in theory but…”
“If you don’t want to do it, we won’t.” He doesn’t move, doesn’t seem to breathe. “But I think you’re a hell of a better Christmas gift than the watch I got him.”
“You can’t mean it.” When he just looks at me, I continue. “Grayson, even if I were reckless enough to say yes, this is the kind of thing that makes his visiting our house in the future weird. You’ll resent me. It will change things.”
“Emma.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “How many times have we played strangers to each other?”
I know where he’s going with this, but I answer honestly. “More times than I can count.”
His blue eyes are oh so serious as he studies my face. “We’ve talked about you fucking a stranger while I watch almost as many times.”
“Yes, a stranger.”
“You aren’t safe with a stranger, baby. That’s why we’ve never done it. You’re safe with Derek.”
My body might be, but there’s so many strings attached to this scenario, I’ll be entangled before we ever get to actually having sex. “He’s your best friend.”
“Yes. And you’re my wife.” He brushes his thumb across my cheekbone. “You’re the two people I care most about in this world.”
“But—”
“Tell me you’re not attracted to him.” He’s still holding me frozen with his direct gaze. “Tell me you haven’t been eye-fucking him every time he walks around without a shirt.”
“That’s not fair.” Not when Grayson does the same damn thing.
“I’m not condemning you. I’m offering you a chance to play out a fantasy we’ve both wanted for a long time.”
I sit up. I feel too panicked to hold still, but a selfish part of me wants to say yes and damn the consequences. It’s just sex, right? Derek and I have seven years’ worth of pent up desire to work out on each other; surely no matter what it’s like, fucking him can’t hold up against what I’ve built up in my head.
Maybe it’ll be a good thing. Get it out of the way, rip off the bandage, take away the element of the forbidden.
Or maybe I’m looking for an excuse.
I take a slow breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “How will it work?”
Grayson’s eyes light up. “I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow while we ski. Tomorrow night after we get back, I’ll put you under that giant Christmas tree in the living room and let him unwrap you.” He licks his lips. “It’s Christmas Eve, so the gift lasts through Christmas.”
“Is that one night or two?”
He studies me. “Two. Christmas Eve and Christmas. We leave the day after Christmas anyways.”
“Right. I knew that.” I give myself a shake. “What happens if it changes things?”
“We’re all adults, Emma. We can handle it.”
I’m not so sure he’s right, but he’s offering me something I’ve fantasized about for years. One day, two nights. What’s thirty-six hours in the grand scheme of things? A small eternity and no time at all. Despite the fact that he just made me come twice, my pussy gives a pulse of need at the thought of going through with this. “Yes.”
Chapter 3
I spend the entirety of the next day a hot mess. I can’t concentrate enough to read, so I go a full pampering route, bathing and shaving