Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,7

spurred on my Derek’s tongue.

Grayson gives Derek’s forehead a nudge. “Go get showered, troublemaker.”

“Not sorry.” He grins at us and pushes to his feet. I get a close up of a truly impressive cock creating an outline against his tight thermal pants and then he’s walking away.

Leaving me to deal with the mess we made of things.

I swallow hard and start to pull my robe back around myself. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Emma.” Grayson catches my face and waits for me to calm down enough to actually look at him to continue. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“You sent me out here to get a present, and it took all of fifteen seconds before I was naked and riding Derek’s face. I thought that was the present, but it wasn’t, which means I cheated on y—”

“No.” Grayson shakes his head adamantly. “No, fuck that. You were not cheating. I gave you permission. I gave both of you permission. And in case you weren’t paying attention, I was only too happy to join in.”

I open my mouth to argue, but I can’t seem to find my words. “But, that’s not what it feels like.”

Grayson presses a quick kiss to my lips. “And wasn’t it hotter thinking you shouldn’t?”

My face flames, answer enough. “If you’re not okay with this—”

“Emma.” His blue eyes search my face. “Are you okay with this?”

Now’s the time to put a stop to it, but I’m selfish enough not to want to. I want to keep my relationship with Grayson preserved and indulge myself with Derek. I want to have my cake and eat it, too. I lick my lips. “I’m afraid at how much I want this.”

He smiles. My saint of a husband smiles. “Baby, I’ll always give you whatever you need, no matter how unconventional. Sounds to me like you need Derek’s cock.” He stands and tugs me to my feet. “It’s time for your other present.”

I laugh a little. “You are heavily invested in me fucking someone else.”

“Yes. But not just anyone else. I’m invested in you fucking Derek in particular.” He pulls me along behind him and scoops up the present as we pass it. It’s only when we’re back in our room that he sets it on the bed. “Now. Open it.”

I obey, pulling the red ribbon from the box and carefully lifting the lid. I part the white tissue paper to find a lingerie set the same red as the ribbon. It’s intricate and gives the impression of being bondage made of ribbons. I stroke my finger against one band. “This is beautiful.”

“He’ll have a lot of fun unwrapping you.” Grayson tugs on my robe, easing it off my shoulders. “I’m going to have a lot of fun watching.”

I take a breath and put away the guilt lingering from letting things with Derek get out of control. If Grayson isn’t bothered by it, then I’m being silly for continuing to whip myself over it.

Without the guilt, pure lust rolls over me, rivaled only by my anticipation for things to come. Thirty-six hours of hedonistic indulgence and fucking.

This Christmas is going to be one for the record books.

Chapter 4

I look stunning in the lingerie. Truly like the present Grayson’s turned me into. While I kneel next to the Christmas tree, he putters around the living room, dimming the lights and building the fire back up. He’s wearing lounge pants and nothing else, and I lick my lips at how good he looks. He’s not actively training for a marathon right now—he’ll start another circuit after the holidays—but he’s in some of the best shape of his life. His muscles aren’t carved in stone or any of that nonsense but I know firsthand how much lean strength he has coiled in that body. More than enough to haul me around for some sexy manhandling.

I press my thighs together. “Come here.”

Grayson gives a dry laugh. “Not with that look on your face. I’ll smudge your lipstick.”

Lipstick a perfect red to match my lingerie. “Good. It’s not going to last the night.” Long-stay lip color has nothing on the things I hope we’re going to get up to.

“I’ll wait my turn.”

My body goes tight at the reminder of the game we’re playing. His turn.

Footsteps draw my attention to the hallway leading to the second bedroom. Derek is wearing lounge pants, too, nearly an identical pair to Grayson’s. He drags his hand through his hair and looks at us, all feigned innocence. “What’s this?”

Grayson’s lips curve into