She knew he wasn’t playing her. Wasn’t just going through some midlife crisis. She knew Scott really loved her and this was tearing him up inside.
That made it easier for her, somehow, even though she didn’t know why.
In a way, there was also relief. No more waiting, and no more pretending to be a Domme from this point on. She could be herself again. Just Noel.
She jumped when the doorbell rang a little after seven thirty Tuesday night. The pizza had arrived five minutes earlier, so she knew it wasn’t that.
She let Scott answer it.
She heard a male voice, a silent pause that was likely a kiss or hug—or maybe both—in greeting, then the sound of them walking into the kitchen behind her. She stood at the sink, washing a couple of stray dishes.
Steeling herself, she rinsed her hands, dried them, slapped on a smile, and turned.
Her heart thudded. Before her stood a handsome hunk of a guy.
Holy. Shit.
Scott hadn’t just landed himself a guy, but a god.
She performed a quick check to make sure her jaw wasn’t gaping.
Scott made the introductions. “Keith Knepp, this is Noel. Noel, Keith.”
She nodded. “Hi.”
Keith stepped forward, hand extended. “Hi. Nice to meet you. Scott told me a lot of nice things about you. I apologize for the circumstances.”
Okay, he earned points for that. She shook with him, mesmerized by his handsome brown gaze. He had the tan of someone who worked outside, and he didn’t smell of cigarettes. She caught a glimpse of the bottom edge of an upper-arm sleeve tat peeking out from below the left sleeve of his shirt.
Fuck.
Hell, she’d do him. In a heartbeat. How the hell could she blame Scott for falling for him?
“It’s okay,” she finally said, realizing the men were waiting on her to speak again. “It’s not your fault. It’s just the circumstances.”
She also realized Keith was not a man to mince words. When they sat, he immediately waded right into the difficult topic.
“Scott and I talked a lot this weekend. About the situation. I told him before anything else happened, I wanted to meet with you first.”
“He told me.”
“Are you really okay with Scott being poly with me?”
She frowned. “I don’t understand the question. Poly?”
“Well, you’re Scott’s wife. You’re his primary partner. For now, until we decide if we want to take things further, I’m only his secondary partner.”
Now she was confused. “Can you explain exactly what you have in mind?”
“Scott and I will get tested. I know he said he’s been monogamous with you, but I prefer to do it. I am, too. I would like to ask for you to get tested as well, just to level the playing field. I will only have Scott as my partner. Scott will have you and me. And from what Scott said, right now he’s your only partner. But if you decide to date and meet someone, they’d need to get tested, too, and promise to stay monogamous to you.”
She had to digest that. “You’re okay with him sleeping with me?” Yes, Sunday evening had been a little bit of a revenge fuck on her part, but she hadn’t anticipated this.
“Yes. If he was to try to sleep with another guy, no, I wouldn’t be okay with it. But he’s your husband.”
“For now.”
“I’m not in a hurry to go rushing that,” Keith said. “I’m a realist. I’d rather, if you’re okay with it, that Scott and I take our time and get to know each other. He told me he promised you he wouldn’t divorce you unless he met someone he could love at least as much as you, and I plan on honoring that commitment, too.”
Okay, so he earned more points for that, too. “Just to make sure I’m hearing you right, you’re okay with Scott still sleeping with me?” A couple of romance book fantasies flittered through her brain and she shoved them out of her mind.
“Absolutely.”
By the end of dinner, she grudgingly had to admit she was coming to like Keith even though she resented the situation.
Scott hadn’t made a bad choice.
After Keith left a little before eleven, Scott turned to her. “Do you want to talk?”
“No, I’d rather do something else.” She grabbed his hand and led him down the hall toward their bedroom. “Guess what, buddy? You’re getting laid.”
“I am?”
“You’re the one who brought a hot guy home. I get to reap the rewards of that, such as they are.” She glanced at him. “One of my conditions is if I want sex, I get it.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
“Good.” She started stripping. “Then get naked.”
* * * *
Keith couldn’t focus on work. It’d been a week and a half since his talk with Noel, and poor Scott had reported Noel was riding him like a dude ranch pony nearly every night.
The sadist in him reveled in that, but he realized what it meant. She was understandably anxious about what was going on and this was her way of dealing. He didn’t begrudge her that at all. Especially not when she had given them carte blanche to pursue a relationship together.
He’d stopped by the doctor’s office at lunch time and received his test results. He knew Scott would be getting his back that afternoon.
Negative, of course, across the board.
That meant that night they’d be crossing the final line.
He struggled to rein in his impatient cock. The last thing he needed was to walk around the marina with a bulge in his shorts. Finally, he locked himself in the head of the yacht he was currently working on and rubbed one out just to relieve the pressure.
He knew under the circumstances that getting it up a second time later wouldn’t be an issue.
When Scott showed up at his place that night at six, Keith opened the door, pulled him inside, slammed the door shut behind him, and pinned him to the foyer wall with a soul-searing kiss that left them both breathless.
“Where is it?” Keith asked him.
Scott smiled and held up a piece of paper he’d had in his hand.
Keith took it from him, scanning it. He dropped it onto the bookshelf by his front door and picked up his results, handing them to Scott.
Then he grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him down the hall toward his bedroom. “Read while you walk, buddy. We have unfinished business to finally finish.”
“Someone’s in a hurry,” Scott joked.
“Fuck, yeah, I am.”
Two minutes later, he had Scott on his hands and knees on his bed with his collar on, a lubed ass, his own cock lubed, and was slowly sliding the knob past Scott’s tight rim with a satisfied groan.
“Oh, buddy, that’s fucking great.”
“Not that I’m complaining, Sir,” Scott gasped, “but I figured you’d have me blow you first.”
Keith waited until he felt Scott’s ass pressing against his body to answer. “Because,” he softly said, “I know that Noel will want one out of you later, and I don’t want to wear you out. I’m going to fill this sweet ass with me, then I’ll let you come in my ass. And that will take the edge off for both of us.” He’d originally envisioned an all-night romp before Noel had started using Scott.
That was okay. He’d rather defer to her, make sure she was as happy as she could be under the circumstances, and make things as easy on her as possible.
They’d have other nights to themselves where Scott could spend more time and not worry about getting nailed by her as soon as he walked in the door.
Tonight was more about claiming his boy the right way.
He slowly started fucking him, holding on to Scott’s hips, enjoying the way Scott’s ass tightly fisted his cock, the feeling far better than through a condom.
“Don’t you fucking come yet,” Keith ordered, picking up the pace, fucking him hard, reaching forward, and hooking a couple of fingers through the collar to pull his head up and back toward him. “This is the first load of my cum officially ending up in your ass, and I want you to remember this night. Beg me for it.”