Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,8

a slow smile. “We’ve been friends a long time. I thought we’d celebrate Christmas a little differently this year.”

Derek’s gaze tracks to me and the hunger in his eyes has me fighting not to squirm. It doesn’t seem to matter that he had his mouth all over my pussy an hour ago. He looks at me like he isn’t sure he can control himself. And then the power of his gaze is gone, turning to Grayson. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d wrapped up your wife as a present for me. She’s under the Christmas tree and everything.”

Grayson strides to me and digs his hand into my hair, tilting my head back a little and arching my back. “I’ve seen the way you watch her.”

“She’s beautiful.” He shrugs as if that’s excuse enough. “And funny and smart and dirty as fuck. I’d have to be dead not to want her.”

“Merry Christmas.”

If Derek had questions, they were asked on the ski slope, because he stalks toward us, expression intent. “That’s one hell of a gift, Grayson.”

“You can thank me later.”

Derek’s gaze doesn’t lose its heat as he looks at my husband. “Oh, I will.”

Grayson guides me to my feet, catching me under my elbows when my knees nearly buckle with anticipation. I’m standing between these two men, closer than we’ve ever been before. Soon we’re going to be closer than we’ve ever been.

Grayson presses a kiss to the back of my neck and releases me. “Have fun.” And then he retreats, walking to the chair next to the fire and sinking into it. It gives him a full view of the room. Of us.

I don’t know what I expect, but Derek just studies me, his gaze tracing over me so slowly I think I might die from it. It doesn’t seem to matter that he saw me naked earlier. He’s looking at me like this is the first time.

He reaches out and slowly runs his fingers through my hair. He’s not touching me anywhere real but I still feel the contact through my entire body. My breath escapes in a shudder and I have to fight not to lean into him.

I won’t touch him first. My pride refuses to allow it. Besides, I’m a gift and a gift doesn’t unwrap itself.

His hand drifts down to my shoulder. A relatively innocent thing, somewhere he’s touched me before, but the intention is so different. Derek presses his hand to my upper chest, his fingers brushing my collarbones. “I like how you’ve wrapped my gift, Grayson.”

I glance at my husband, watching us with so much heat in his gaze, I’m surprised the room hasn’t been engulfed in flames. He leans back in the chair, all studied relaxation. “I thought you might.”

Derek drags his fingers lightly down the straps that crisscross my chest, pausing between my breasts, which are barely covered in lace that showcases my nipples. He keeps going, tracing the straps creating a pattern down my stomach and over my hips, to the panties that tease at more than a glimpse of my pussy. The whole thing is complicated and took Grayson’s help to get into.

And it looks amazing.

He moves, circling to stand behind me. No doubt studying the way my ass is on display and bared completely of straps. I jump when he brushes me there. He chuckles. “Nervous?”

“No.” I’m a liar, but it’s the least of my sins right now.

Just like that, Derek stops the tentative teasing. He grabs my hips and pulls me back against his body, pressing himself to me tightly. I gasp at the feeling of his cock against my lower back, but I don’t have a chance to figure out what he’s doing before he bands one arm around my waist and turns us.

To face Grayson.

Oh god.

Derek backs up, taking me with him, to sit on the couch across from Grayson’s chair. He arranges me in his lap, guiding my legs to the outside of his and spreading us both. Putting me on display.

He slides his hands up my sides and then takes my wrists and moves my hands to either side of his hips. Baring me further. I’m not exactly helpless, not being held down, but the feeling is there all the same. Like I’m a toy for him to play with, a doll here only for his amusement and pleasure.

At the thought, desire lights me up like the lights on the Christmas tree.

“Do you know how jealous I was at your wedding?” Derek’s