initiative. From the beginning, Ward had said the advance needed to come from him. Part of Liam wished he’d been there when Ward made his move. Giving up control to his friend stung a little, but he was doing this for his relationship. If he didn’t try, their marriage might last another six months at most.
As Liam rolled to the bedroom, his sweaty palms slipped on the wheels. He paused to tear off the bandages of his mostly-healed hand.
That small fire was back, low in his belly. Even if it was all in his head, he clung to the feeling. “In his head” was more than he’d known for over a year.
He cast a look around the bedroom he shared with Ivy. After climbing from bed this morning, Liam had tugged the blankets hastily over the sheets in an effort to tidy up. He shoved off, rolling across the hardwood until his knees met the mattress. Then he smoothed the covers, too aware that within an hour, he might see Ivy arching off that plush pillow-top, pinned only by Ward’s mouth.
Liam licked his suddenly dry lips. He hadn’t properly thrust his tongue into Ivy’s sweet mouth in too long, but he wanted to. In fact, he planned to deliver the first mind-melting kiss—the caress that would steal all of her resistance.
If Ward hadn’t kissed her already.
No, Ivy wouldn’t have let him. She might follow the man with her eyes, obviously attracted to him, but Liam knew her values would keep her from allowing Ward’s kisses.
The hair on Liam’s neck and arms stood on end at the memory of that man’s scorching mouth. Ward’s hard lips working against his had always aroused him to the point of pain. Damn, he wished he could experience just one of Ward’s fiery caresses to see if he could get hard.
Except Ivy knew nothing of his former bedroom play with Ward.
Liam glanced out the window at the velvety night. The moon rode the hip of the horizon, casting a blue glow over the trees. Fear and excitement chased through his body—more feeling than he’d known lately. Within minutes, Ward and Ivy would pull in, and Liam would be faced with seeing the only man he wanted making love to the only woman he wanted for the rest of his life. That’s if he persuaded Ivy to agree.
Liam spun a tight circle and caught a glimpse of his reflection. Mussed hair, dark blond shadow of beard on his jaw that he hadn’t bothered to shave off this morning before his dad picked him up for work. Fevered eyes.
Yeah, he was more than ready. It was time to talk to his wife, slip his fingers around her neck and brush his lips over hers. Why had he waited? Why did he need Ward’s strength and presence to finally take the initiative?
Because Ward was a whole man.
For a long minute, Liam battled self-doubts as strong as a hurricane gale, and he was the lone sapling standing. Too easily he’d allowed himself to be whipped by that wind, but no more. He was going to give his wife pleasure, even if it was with another man’s cock.
And he would try the therapy on Monday, learn to walk. Hopefully the rest of his body would follow the training.
Headlights scudded over the window. Liam’s breath caught, and he held it until his lungs burned.
We’re on our way home.
With a whoosh, he released a gust of air and gripped the wheels of his chair. By the time he reached the front door, Ivy walked through it.
She stopped dead in her tracks, face flushed, eyes bright and glistening with tears she’d recently shed. Liam gave a shaky sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.
Ward was right behind her, twice as broad, eight inches taller. The man dwarfed Liam’s little wife, but so did Liam. She had loved that about him. When they’d first started dating, she’d once told him that he made her feel safe in his strong arms.
Liam held her gaze, gauging her mood.
Ward closed the door and his boot scuffed on the hardwood.
“Talk to me, Liam,” Ivy said without preamble. Without looking away, she kicked off her heels. The fuck-me shoes toppled over
As Liam rolled to the bedroom, his sweaty palms slipped on the wheels. He paused to tear off the bandages of his mostly-healed hand.
That small fire was back, low in his belly. Even if it was all in his head, he clung to the feeling. “In his head” was more than he’d known for over a year.
He cast a look around the bedroom he shared with Ivy. After climbing from bed this morning, Liam had tugged the blankets hastily over the sheets in an effort to tidy up. He shoved off, rolling across the hardwood until his knees met the mattress. Then he smoothed the covers, too aware that within an hour, he might see Ivy arching off that plush pillow-top, pinned only by Ward’s mouth.
Liam licked his suddenly dry lips. He hadn’t properly thrust his tongue into Ivy’s sweet mouth in too long, but he wanted to. In fact, he planned to deliver the first mind-melting kiss—the caress that would steal all of her resistance.
If Ward hadn’t kissed her already.
No, Ivy wouldn’t have let him. She might follow the man with her eyes, obviously attracted to him, but Liam knew her values would keep her from allowing Ward’s kisses.
The hair on Liam’s neck and arms stood on end at the memory of that man’s scorching mouth. Ward’s hard lips working against his had always aroused him to the point of pain. Damn, he wished he could experience just one of Ward’s fiery caresses to see if he could get hard.
Except Ivy knew nothing of his former bedroom play with Ward.
Liam glanced out the window at the velvety night. The moon rode the hip of the horizon, casting a blue glow over the trees. Fear and excitement chased through his body—more feeling than he’d known lately. Within minutes, Ward and Ivy would pull in, and Liam would be faced with seeing the only man he wanted making love to the only woman he wanted for the rest of his life. That’s if he persuaded Ivy to agree.
Liam spun a tight circle and caught a glimpse of his reflection. Mussed hair, dark blond shadow of beard on his jaw that he hadn’t bothered to shave off this morning before his dad picked him up for work. Fevered eyes.
Yeah, he was more than ready. It was time to talk to his wife, slip his fingers around her neck and brush his lips over hers. Why had he waited? Why did he need Ward’s strength and presence to finally take the initiative?
Because Ward was a whole man.
For a long minute, Liam battled self-doubts as strong as a hurricane gale, and he was the lone sapling standing. Too easily he’d allowed himself to be whipped by that wind, but no more. He was going to give his wife pleasure, even if it was with another man’s cock.
And he would try the therapy on Monday, learn to walk. Hopefully the rest of his body would follow the training.
Headlights scudded over the window. Liam’s breath caught, and he held it until his lungs burned.
We’re on our way home.
With a whoosh, he released a gust of air and gripped the wheels of his chair. By the time he reached the front door, Ivy walked through it.
She stopped dead in her tracks, face flushed, eyes bright and glistening with tears she’d recently shed. Liam gave a shaky sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.
Ward was right behind her, twice as broad, eight inches taller. The man dwarfed Liam’s little wife, but so did Liam. She had loved that about him. When they’d first started dating, she’d once told him that he made her feel safe in his strong arms.
Liam held her gaze, gauging her mood.
Ward closed the door and his boot scuffed on the hardwood.
“Talk to me, Liam,” Ivy said without preamble. Without looking away, she kicked off her heels. The fuck-me shoes toppled over
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