Chapter Nine
Gunner couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever been jealous of another man. He had a life he always wanted, even if it was a bit flawed at times, but this was what he wanted. The club, being the Prez. He’d earned his patch and not just because he’d killed the Prez before him. He’d proven himself to the club time and time again. It’s why he’d fought so hard to become who he was. No woman had ever been important to him. Most of his life they’d always had their uses, always gave him the means of getting off, but that was where the usefulness ended.
When he’d married Cherry, not once did he adapt to the married lifestyle. He didn’t sit at home, hugging her. He was dealing with club shit and club business. Yes, he stayed faithful as that seemed to mean something to him, but when Cherry first cheated that was when his loyalty ended.
That first time had been like a dam, and he’d fucked everything with a vagina.
Then ten years ago, he’d met Scarlett. A beautiful brunette who stared up at his best friend as if the sun shone out of his fucking ass.
It was the first time he remembered being jealous. He’d looked at Cherry, and knew he’d fucked up. They already had Bennie and Carlos by then. He didn’t want any more kids, so he stopped screwing his wife. It was that simple. The jealousy had gone as with all things. He’d been happy for his best friend.
Then there had been the wedding. He’d stood by John’s side and watched her walking down the aisle. He’d not known until recently that John had been her first. There had been jealousy on that day. To see their happiness shining through, to listen to their vows as they joined each other.
Over the years, he’d come to terms with his feelings for Scarlett, always keeping them hidden, but he’d fucking failed when it came to others seeing them. Scarlett had never had a fucking clue, but clearly John had, and so had Cherry.
He wondered if it was in the way he watched her?
Gunner didn’t know. It was late as he let himself into his home. There was silence, and he removed his jacket, placing it on the back of a chair. Seeing no reason to linger, he made his way upstairs, checking on both of his boys. Entering his room, he heard the feminine moan. The bathroom that connected the rooms was open.
His cock sprang into action at the sound she made.
Did she know he’d come back?
Closing his door, he made his way toward the bathroom, and stepped over the threshold into the room he made up for Scarlett.
The sheets were on the floor, and Scarlett’s eyes were closed as she rode John’s cock. His friend’s hands were on her hips, repeatedly driving her down onto his cock. There was a sheen of sweat covering the both of them, and he also noted the tube of empty lubrication on the floor.
“Open your eyes, baby,” John said, whispering to her ear.
Her eyes opened, and as she saw him, a moan escaped. “Gunner,” she said with a moan.
“Tell him what I’m doing,” John said.
“He’s fucking my ass.”
“And why am I fucking your ass?” John asked.
“Because you said he’d come home and he’d want to use my pussy. That I had to save something for him.”
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.” She cried out the word, and Gunner was already removing his clothes. His cock sprang free, and he wrapped his fingers around the length as he watched her.
“Do you want his cock, baby?”
“Yes, I want it. I want it so bad.”
John pulled her down hard, making her squeal. “Then open your mouth. Get him nice and wet so he can fuck your pussy.”
Gunner climbed onto the bed so that she didn’t have to move. One of her hands went to his waist as the other cupped his dick. Her mouth was on him, and he released a hiss at the pleasure that rushed to his balls.
“Her mouth is so fucking perfect, isn’t it, Gunner?”
He didn’t answer. There was no need to. His groan, and gripping the back of her head, was all they needed to see.
Her tongue swirled the tip then began to lick down his length before she went up and took him into her mouth. When he hit the back of her throat, she pulled up, and bobbed her head up and down the length of him before sucking more of him.
“She’s been treating me while we’ve been waiting for you,” John said. “She was worried that you wouldn’t come back, and I told her you would. That there’s no way you’d walk away after having a taste of her tits and her pussy. How you liked hearing the sound of your name as she called it.” John groaned. “I’m touching her pussy, and she’s so wet. I probably didn’t need the lubricant, she’s so wet. You want me, baby. You want me to fuck your ass while Gunner watches?”
“Yes.”
Pulling back, Gunner watched as John lifted her up, only to pull her back down again. She let out a cry, but it was one filled with pleasure as he repeatedly fucked inside her, going deeper with each thrust.
When he was to the hilt, he’d grind her down on his cock, rubbing her off at the same time.
“She’s so needy, Gunner. I think she needs a nice fat cock in her cunt. How do you feel about that, baby?”
“Yes,” she said with a moan. “Yes.”
Dropping down onto the bed, John leaned back on the bed, moving her so that he could see them both. The light from the lamps creating a soft glow to the room, he watched John’s cock. His friend moved just a little, driving their girl crazy.
Reaching out, he slid a finger into her cunt, going in deep. She cried out, his name echoing off the wall. Drawing his finger up, he circled her clit, pinching the bud, and listening to her scream as the pleasure rushed around her body.
Down he went, going past that tiny piece of flesh between her ass and pussy, and then he did something he’d never done before. He touched John’s cock as it slid inside her. At first, he simply traced the puckered hole of her ass where she took the cock, but that one touch wasn’t enough. Wrapping his fingers around the cock that was exposed, he looked at both of them.
“I can feel how deep he is inside you, baby. How much he wants you. He’s so hard, isn’t he?”
“Yes.” Her voice sounded far away, almost distant. Heat filled her cheeks, and her tits quivered from her indrawn breaths.
Gunner teased John just a little more, feeling him pulse in his hands, and thicken.
“Does it hurt?”
“Just a little.”
“You ever had a cock inside your cunt while he’s taking your ass?”
“No.”
Releasing John’s cock, he pressed his own dick to her opening. With the angle they were, he was able to look at Scarlett’s eyes, and then turn to John’s, his best friend. The only man he’d ever wanted to fuck.
Whatever had happened in the past few months, it had opened up his desire for John. He’d kept it carefully guarded, his own little secret that he’d been able to hide from everyone, including Cherry.
No one knew, not even John.
Slowly, he began to thrust inside her. Inch by inch, she took him, and through that thin membrane, he felt John.
This was as close as he’d ever dare take it.
Gripping her hips, holding John as well as Scarlett, he slammed to the hilt inside her. The pleasurable sounds came from her, echoing off the walls as he fucked all of his inches inside her.
“Fuck, baby, do you feel him?” John asked.
“Yes.”
“She’s so damn tight,” Gunner said. It still amazed him how tight she could be. Now she was even more so with both of their cocks inside her.
Running his hands up her body, he cupped her tits, pressing them together as he lathered each nipple with his tongue.
Pulling out of her tight pussy, he kept up his ministrations on her tits as he began to rock inside her. With John, they both found a pace that drove her arousal higher. Her pussy was so slick that it made him easy for him to slide in and out of her.
Over and over again, he fucked her.
He’d done nothing but fuck her, expecting to become bored or to find a reason not to enjoy it. Every single time was like the first fucking time.
Her body only served to drive his arousal even higher. Releasing her tits, he sat back on his knees, his cock still within her. Sliding his fingers against her clit, he remained perfectly still, stroking her nub. “I want you to come before I do. Come all over my dick, Scarlett.”
She gasped. John caught her arms and held her as he fucked upward, taking her ass while Gunner teased her pussy, his cock still inside her but waiting for her orgasm to come. He wanted her dripping.
This woman was as much his as she was John’s. He couldn’t give her up.
He wouldn’t.
Scarlett came hard, her pussy clenching down on him as she gave him what he wanted. He teased her clit until she couldn’t take anymore, and she was nothing more than a mass of nerves.
Holding her hips, he fucked her hard, not showing her any mercy as he took the cunt that belonged to him. Scarlett was his, just as she now owned a piece of him, and it wasn’t something he was going to give back or take away any time soon.
He wanted to own part of her, and he’d been wanting to do this for ten years. The only part missing now was the part he wanted of John. He couldn’t deny it anymore, nor could he hide from it. His feelings for his best friend had been getting stronger for years. They were not going to disappear, and he didn’t want them to.
Over and over, he fucked her, only pausing to bask in the feel of John coming. It was a sight and feeling that turned him on even more.
He drove inside her, feeling his balls start to tighten and his need build. He joined them both, flooding her pussy with his cum, knowing in the back of his mind that he’d gotten her pregnant. He had to have. There was no way she wasn’t pregnant.
Wave upon wave of his orgasm, and he wished that she was.
She wasn’t his wife, but she’d claimed a piece of his heart, and he wasn’t going to let go.
****
Several days later John stood inside the nursery at his home. He’d not been back here since arriving in town. After work, he’d go back to Gunner’s. They would all sit down to a meal, his sons included, and then they’d spend the entire night fucking.
Each night, they’d take Scarlett on a ride of pleasure, making her completely surrender to their needs. He loved watching her come apart, the way Gunner touched her body, igniting a fire. Seeing the two people he loved more than anything in the world coming together turned him on.
“Why are you here?” Gunner asked.
John turned to see his friend watching him. “I stopped by to pick up a few things. Scarlett said you didn’t mind.”
“I don’t. With the way she cooks I’m more than happy for you two to move in.” Gunner stepped close and looked into the bedroom. “This the nursery?”
Before John could say anything more, Gunner had already stepped over the threshold. He’d not entered this room since he’d gotten the doctor’s results. “Yes.”
“There’s no furniture.”
“We were going to buy some after we got the results. Scarlett believed it was bad luck. It makes me wonder if painting this room gave us bad luck.”
“You’re being miserable again, aren’t you?” Gunner asked.
John gritted his teeth. “It’s a little hard at times to know that I can’t take care of my woman. That I can’t give her what a normal man can.”
“Hey, man, this is not some kind of competition here,” Gunner said.
“I know. I’m not trying to make it so. Believe me.” John ran a hand down his face.
“Do you want us to stop?”
“What? Hell no. I don’t want this to stop. I love sharing Scarlett with you. Have you had enough? Is that it?”
“What? No, of course not. I fucking love being with Scarlett and not just for the sex either. That shit is just a bonus. She’s a one-of-a-kind woman.”
He nodded. “Yeah, she really is.”
“You’re going to get that kid, John. I promise.”
Gunner stepped up to him. A second later Gunner pressed his head against his, and John felt his breath on his face. His cock responded in kind, swelling at just the closeness of Gunner. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to bask in the pleasure of having his friend close.
No one could take this away from him. He had to keep remembering that.
“We’ve got this, John. You and me. I’ve got your back, just like always.”
“Thank you.”
The tension in the room seemed to mount, and as John looked up at how close Gunner was the urge to kiss him completely swamped him. He wanted to. To hold onto Gunner’s face and take what he wanted more than anything.
Don’t ruin what you’ve got.
He could live with the touches they shared when they were with Scarlett. He loved his wife. When he’d been away, he’d craved the smallest of touches. Being able to be with Gunner through Scarlett, he could live with that.
Pushing down his desire, and his own wants and needs, he took a deep breath. Closing his eyes, he counted quickly to ten, and reopened them.
“Any news?” John asked.
He was aware that Gunner was going through shit at the club. The security cameras showed them nothing, and the money was all accounted for, apart from the amount that had gone missing prior to his and John’s investigation.
“Kent’s stayed particularly close to the club of late. Any chance I’ve got of checking out his room it’s not happening.”
“What about his apartment?” John asked.
“Again, not been able to do that either. He’d not been back at his place for some time. Also, I need a lookout.”
“You want me to come with you?”
“Yeah, I do. There’s no one else I’d trust but you.”
John nodded. “Well, I’m on a break. Let me grab the few things we need and I’ll come on over with you.”
“I’ve only brought my bike,” Gunner said.
“I can drive my car.” He smirked at his friend, and any tension that was there disappeared. Heading to his bedroom, he entered the closet and started to pack a few more clothes. The room they were sharing at Gunner’s was bigger than his room. No matter how many times he tried to get her to move, she wasn’t having any of it.
He knew without a doubt that his woman loved him, and it didn’t have anything to do with the money.
Gunner entered the room and picked up one of the pictures on the nightstand. It was of John with Scarlett. They were both at the beach on their honeymoon. It was so long ago, but he still remembered the feel of her in his arms as if it was yesterday, and also the way her head tilted back as she laughed. Someone had offered to take a picture and they’d both accepted. Scarlett rarely liked having her picture taken, but it would have been rude for her to refuse.
“You both look happy,” Gunner said.
“We were on our honeymoon. It would have been even more weird if we weren’t happy.”
“That’s fair.”
“You never went on a honeymoon with Cherry, did you?”
“Nah, there was no need to. She had all the drink and cock she could have back at the club. Like I’ve said before, the only good things to come out of my relationship with Cherry are those two boys.”
“How are they getting on at school now? Anything from Goldman?”
“Bennie says not, but Carlos tells me that he notices Finn and some of his crowd watch Bennie a lot. He doesn’t like the way it feels. Like they’re planning something.” Gunner put the picture down. “I’ll deal with it.”
“You think your son is in danger?”
“From getting beat up by a couple of kids? Yeah. Bennie’s strong though, and I’ve got the boys training him so he’ll be able to handle his own shit soon.”
“You’re sure about that?”
“Yes. Besides, if Finn so much as hurts a hair on my son’s head, I get to pay another trip to his asshole of a father. I’ve been wanting any reason to hurt that son of a bitch. If it is because of our sons, then I don’t care. I’ll fucking take it.”
With the case packed, he watched as Gunner picked up the picture again. “Let’s take this.”
“Are you moving us in?”
“You both look happy in this picture. I like seeing it.”
John took the picture from him. “We don’t have any with you and Scarlett.”
“That can be easily fixed. Just pick up a camera as I’m fucking her. You’ll get plenty then.”
There was something in his voice, but John didn’t know what. Pushing it aside, like he’d been doing with a lot of his questions and feelings lately, he carried the picture to the car. Putting the case in the trunk, and the picture in the glove compartment, he climbed in and nodded at Gunner to lead the way.
Following behind Gunner’s bike, every now and again, John thought about the picture. He’d not seen Gunner or Scarlett together all that often when he was around. They stood together, but they didn’t have the closeness that he shared with her. It was perfectly reasonable though seeing as he’d married her, but still, he didn’t know what to do.
He didn’t know if Scarlett could fall in love with Gunner. They’d not talked about it. The sex was out of this world, and each morning he woke up, he saw Scarlett and Gunner together. She was always lying between them, her hand around his waist and Gunner holding her close.
His friend loved Scarlett. There was no doubt about it. John didn’t know when it had started, but it had been going on for some time, and he’d been too blind to see it happening. Now, he knew it was there. It wasn’t a little love either that was slowly growing. Gunner loved Scarlett. Was that why he wanted the picture? For it to be another reason why he had to keep his distance?
This wasn’t supposed to get complicated.
What do you expect when you know you want it but keep that a secret from the two people you love?
Gunner pulled into a parking lot, and John followed behind him, glancing up at the apartment building. There were several around town, and they could house nearly a thousand people in one block.
Opening the glove compartment, he didn’t look toward his friend as he grabbed his gun. He always kept weapons close.
Tucking it away into his pants, he put his jacket over the bulge and followed Gunner inside the apartment building. Neither of them spoke as they made their way up to the twentieth floor. Neither of them was out of breath.
Gunner bent down, working the lock, opening the door with ease. Staying outside, John looked left and right, keeping a look out. The door was partially open, and John noticed a window overlooking the parking lot. Keeping the apartment in his sights, he watched the comings and goings of the people in the building.
Fifteen minutes passed before Gunner came out. He locked the door, and once again, they left.
Traveling in his car, John made his way to the office. Gunner followed him in and closed the door.
“Anything?” John asked.
“There’s nothing there. His place is fucking clean.” Gunner stepped back. “Cartel Carlos called me with information.”
“When?”
“This morning. It’s why I finally decided to go looking in Kent’s house.”
“What did he say?” John asked.
“They’ve been approached. He said that they’d been told new leadership was coming to the Satan’s Demons. They want a new deal, all inclusive. No messenger, they want a real piece of the pie. They’re setting up a meet in three weeks.”
John’s heart raced. “In three weeks they’re hoping you’re dead?”
“Or they’re hoping to show enough of a rival that I’m going to be voted out. The club is only as strong as the leader, John. You know that.”
No matter what you did or where you went in life, if the leader wasn’t strong, then everything crumbled.
“What do you want to do?” John asked.
“I can’t just come with Carlos’s word and nothing else. I’ve got proof the money is gone. I just need proof that it’s Kent.”
“And if it’s not?”
“Then I’m fucking screwed because I don’t know who else it is. I know he’s got a few fans at the club. That a couple of the boys wanted to be part of the bigger network.” Gunner took a deep breath. “Your office is way too fucking neat.”
“You want to destroy it?” John asked. “Mess it up?”
“Yeah.”
“Scarlett decorated it.”
All of the pent-up anger evaporated. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, she came in, painted, picked out all the artwork, the furniture, the lot.”
“You know I can’t destroy something she created,” Gunner said.
“I know. It’s why I want to ask you something.” John sat on the edge of his desk. “How long have you been in love with my wife? Don’t bullshit me either. I don’t need some shitty answer. I want the truth.”
Gunner stared at him. “You knew.”
“It’s kind of hard to deny. You want a picture like the one I’m bringing back to your place, don’t you?”
“I’m not going to try and steal your girl.”
“She’s our girl, Gunner. When did it happen?” John asked.
“I think it could have been the first day I saw her. Don’t get me wrong, I knew it wasn’t love. She’s beautiful, but it’s that kind of beauty you don’t really think much about. She’s striking. It’s the way she talked, how beautiful and calm she always looks. It’s everything that she is. It wasn’t until recently, watching her with my sons that I realized that I was in love with your wife.”
“Good,” John said.
“Good?”
“Yes. It’s good that you love her. Scarlett deserves a lot of love in her life.”
“You’re a crazy asshole. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“You do all the time.”
****
“Smile!” John flashed his camera once again.
“What is it with you and taking pictures all of a sudden?” There were little lights flashing behind her eyes, and she had to blink them away.
“It’s a new investment. I figure it’ll be a lot of fun to document our life, you know. We don’t take nearly as much. I know. I know. You hate having your picture taken, but I don’t care. I want photos of my very beautiful wife.”
“And I’m cooking.”
“Keep on cooking, Scarlett, baby. My stomach is empty.”
Scarlett rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but laugh as he kept on snapping away. “When did you pick that thing up?”
“I saw it today. I bought it straight away.”
He kept on clicking away.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The sound suddenly became quite comforting. She noticed he took pictures of everything. The food, the kitchen, he even took one of the windows overlooking the yard. When Bennie came in, he snapped away, then for Carlos as well.
“Not cool, man. You cannot post them up to any of my pages and don’t fucking tag me.”
“Tag you?” John asked, looking confused. Carlos had already left.
Picking up a pepper, she took a bite and watched her husband. “It’s social network stuff. They’re all on it tagging each other, hash-tagging like that.” She shrugged.
“Kids today are so weird.”
She laughed. “You’re so cute.”
“Yeah, do you remember when an app was just short for appointment? Now it actually means something. There’s a whole shop of things you can buy shit from.”
“I really do love you.” She finished chewing her pepper, rounding the counter, to press kisses to his lips. “You’re so adorable.”
“Yeah, can I tag you?” he asked, winking.
“John, you can tag me anytime.”
“That’s a perfect picture,” Gunner said. He came close, taking the camera from John. With a few clicks, he had the pictures of them, and she smiled up at her husband.
“Your turn,” John said, snatching the camera away.
She made to move, but John caught her arm. “No, baby. Go and give Gunner a little hug.”
Scarlett stared at her husband, but took a step toward Gunner. The way Gunner looked at her sometimes made her nervous. It was like he had so many different feelings, and he found it hard to contain them all.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stared up at him and smiled. “Did you have a good day?”
“It’s just getting better. You have a good day at work?” he asked.
“For the most part. Mary kept telling me how bad it was to spend time with another man when my husband wasn’t around. I told her that John and I are both spending time with you.”
“You want me to kick her ass?” Gunner asked.
She burst out laughing. “No, don’t be absurd. I can handle her. She’ll just fire me anyway.” She shrugged. “There’s not a lot I can do really. People in town have their views about the club, and they’re not all great.”
“We’re not all good people.”
“I know, but you’re good to me, and that’s all that matters.” Her gaze dropped to his lips. His hand moved from her back curving down to her ass. He started to lean in closer, his mouth so close.
“When is dinner happening? I’m starved,” Bennie asked, coming into the room.
She pulled away from Gunner and smiled at her husband. Moving around the counter, she tossed the last of the salad together, then got the grilled chicken out of the oven.
Seconds later they were sitting around the table. She watched Gunner and John, looking for any signs of jealousy, or something else. While she’d been away from them, at work, watching other kids, and dealing with paperwork because Mary had demanded that she do that, she’d been thinking, a lot.
Both men always came off as so calm. When she was with them and during sex, she saw the way they looked at each other. The yearning in both of their faces was so clear.
“Are you working tomorrow?” John asked.
“No. I’ve done my Saturday chore.”
“Carlos and Bennie are staying at a friend’s tonight,” Gunner said. “I’ve already cleared it with their parents. They wanted to have some teenage time or something like that. I’ll be dropping them off after dinner.”
She nodded, glancing at John and Gunner. Neither of them was staring at the other. It was only when she watched them when they thought no one was looking that she got to see that they wanted each other.
Tonight, she had a plan to do something, but it could completely backfire, and she was so fucking nervous. When dinner was finished, she served them all up some apple pie. Even though everyone complained they couldn’t move from all the food, when Gunner said he was ready to take the boys, they all left, getting into the car.
She went to the kitchen, cleaning away the dishes.
“It’s just going to be the three of us tonight,” John said.
“It is.” She smiled at him. Gunner had called her earlier to let her know that Bennie and Carlos wouldn’t be home tonight. That was when her plan had started to form.
“Do you like this kitchen?” John asked.
“Yeah, it’s nice and big.”
“I’ve been trying to get us to move out of our small house.”
She laughed. “It’s a house that is more than suitable to our size, John.”
“You’re happy here.”
“I’m cooking for Gunner, Bennie, Carlos, us. We don’t need a bigger house,” she said.
Finishing up the dishes, she put everything away and turned to look at her husband.
“I know you’re not after my money,” he said.
She chuckled. “I totally am. I want your money and the house and everything.”
It had become like a tease between them.
“Am I interrupting something?” Gunner asked.
“Nope. That was fast,” John said.
“They didn’t have to go far.”
John claimed her lips, and she moaned. Her body was setting on fire, and it would have been so easy for her to cave to their touch. Instead, she pulled away. “Who would like to play a game?” She went to the fridge, opening it. Pulling out some wine and beer, she held them up.
“Drinking is not a game,” Gunner said, taking the bottle from her.
He downed it in a few short swigs, and she chuckled. “Perfect.” Taking the bottle from him, she rinsed it out. “Now we have a perfect game. Spin the bottle?”
“Okay. Is this where we kiss in the corner or something?”
“No. How about we play truth or dare with it?” she asked. She could only do so much. Luring them into a game of spin the bottle was the easy part. Now she had to build up, and make sure they picked the right option.
So far, everything was going to plan.
Taking another beer out of the fridge, she handed it to Gunner.
“What do you boys say?” she asked. “We’re alone in this big house. We can have a little fun.”
“I’m game,” John said.
“You know we’re not kids,” Gunner said.
“Are you being a chicken?” Scarlett asked, chuckling. “Come on, Gunner. It’s a bit of fun on a Friday night. Please.”
“Fine, fine. Let’s go and play.”
Heading toward his sitting room, she got the two men to move the coffee table out of the way. Her hands shook a little as this could seriously backfire in more ways than one.
Taking her position, she waited for her men to sit down, and then she placed the bottle in the center. Pouring them out some wine, they waited as Gunner spun the bottle first. It landed on her.
“Truth or dare?” Gunner asked.
“Truth.”
“Have you ever faked an orgasm?”
She chuckled. “No. My turn.” Reaching out, she spun the bottle and it land on John. “Truth or dare, John.”
“Truth.”
“Have you ever stuck your dick in a vacuum nozzle?”
They all burst out laughing, and John answered no.
Around and around they went. John finished his first glass of wine, and she poured him a second.
They changed from truth to dare, and it started out as silly things. Gunner asked John to kiss the floor. John wanted her panties. Then Gunner dared for John to give him his boxers. After an hour of giggling, it was now her turn to spin the bottle. Several empty beers were on the floor, and the wine was down halfway, and she’d had two glasses, tops. The bottle spun, and it landed on John.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare?”
Do it. Do it.
“Kiss Gunner for two minutes.” She smiled at her husband, but she saw it. For a split second she saw that yearning that need he tried so hard to hide. Right here, right now, it was open for her to see.
It was only for a second or two, but she’d seen it. Sipping at her wine, she watched as John looked at Gunner.
“What?”
“You asked for a dare. Kiss Gunner for two minutes, and not a peck on the cheek either. Lips, the works.” She waited and watched.
While John and Gunner looked at each other, she saw the outline of their arousal. They could deny it all they wanted, but they both wanted this.
“You’ve got to kiss me,” Gunner said, opening his arms wide.
She watched, unable to look away.
John moved up close to Gunner, and she held her hand up in the air as if she was going to count.
“You want me to count down?” she asked.
Her pussy was on fire. They were both large men, both sexy, handsome, and hard. Biting her lip, she watched.
Neither of them told her to count down, so she didn’t.
John’s hand went to Gunner’s cheek, and she watched as he sank it into his hair, holding him steady as his lips slammed down hard on Gunner’s.
Warmth flooded her pussy as she watched.
This wasn’t a friendly kiss.
Gunner and John were like two men that had been drowning and the only way to survive was to kiss each other, to completely take air from the other. Gunner gripped the back of John’s head, his tongue tracing across John’s lips.
She licked her own lips watching as the two men deepened the kiss, taking what the other wanted to give. Neither of them was fighting that want, that need.
The kiss lasted a long time.
It consumed them all, and she couldn’t call time. Not even when it went past the two minutes.
They were amazing, and she watched them.
Finally, Gunner was the one to pull away first. They stared at each other, and she watched them.
“How long have you both been wanting to do that?” Scarlett asked.
They both turned to her, and the shock on their faces was clear to see. She sipped her wine watching each of them.
John shook his head as if to deny it.
“Don’t lie. I’ve seen the way you both look at each other. You both want each other. How long?”
“Scarlett, this doesn’t affect…”
She sighed. “You asked me to fuck your best friend. I’ve done that because I love you. I care for you, Gunner.” That was putting her feelings very lightly. “But I’ve watched you two. I’ve seen the light caresses. The way you both look at one another. I don’t doubt that you want me, but what about what you want with each other? Doesn’t that matter?”
She watched both of them, seeing how nervous they were.
There was no denying this anymore. She wouldn’t let them walk away from it, she couldn’t.