Someone is stealing from the club, and as Prez, Gunner has to find out who it is. The only person he can trust is his best friend, John Williams. His friend is important to him—as is John’s wife, Scarlett, whom Gunner’s always wanted from a distance.
John cannot have kids, can’t give his wife the baby she so desperately craves. But his best friend Gunner can. There’s only one solution, and that’s to get his friend to knock his wife up.
Seeing a chance to be with Scarlett, Gunner agrees, but only if they don’t tell her their motives.
There has always been sexual tension between her husband and Gunner. Scarlett sees it in the way they look at each other, and she sees it grow when they start sharing her. At last, she concocts a plan that will bring her men together.
But now that the truth is out, can they survive as a threesome? What will happen when Scarlett falls pregnant and discovers their plan? And the club thief is still out there, coming for Gunner and everyone he loves, including John and Scarlett.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, m/m sex, double penetration
“Right, do you guys want to talk?” Scarlett asked, entering the room.
“Come here, baby,” John said, patting the chair.
The smile on her face made his stomach tighten. She had this amazing smile that always lit up her entire face and drew everyone closer to her. Scarlett was all warmth and softness.
She sat down beside John, who placed an arm around her shoulders. Gunner watched him stroke his fingers up and down her arm. In turn, she looked up at him. Her neck was exposed, making him want to kiss her.
John leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. “Don’t you think she’s beautiful, Gunner?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss.
The tension in the room rose, as did his cock.
“Shh, it’s okay. Gunner likes watching you, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.” He watched his friend working, and it was a sight to behold. It had been a long time since he’d seen John in action, and it aroused him as fuck to see it.
“Look at him, Scarlett.” Her head turned toward him. “He wants you.”
“Don’t be afraid. Feel me. Go on, feel me.” Her hand reached between his thighs. She was shaking just a little, but as she gripped John’s cock, he saw her confidence there. She knew her husband’s body, and trusted him. “That’s how hard it makes me to think of him looking at you. No one else, Scarlett. Just him, my best friend. The man I’d trust with my very life. Do you want her?”
“He wants you, Scarlett. He wants to see what you look like without your dress, to see those pretty, plump tits.” John put his glass down, and he helped Scarlett to sit on his lap. “Look at him.”
Her gaze landed on him, and Gunner sat back, watching. She truly was a sight to behold. The sound of a zipper filled the room and then he watched as the dress she wore started to sag a little.
“Trust me.” He heard John speaking to her.
He pulled the dress down to her waist, and he got to see the color was in fact white, lacy. She looked almost virginal in the fabric. If she’d not been married to John for ten years he’d have been convinced she was.
John helped her up, and the dress was wriggled down her hips onto the floor.
Gunner groaned. She had the curves that he’d been dreaming about. The lace didn’t hide her dark nipples, which were pressing against the fabric.
She sat down on John’s lap again.
“What do you think?”
“Stunning.” There really were not words for the way seeing her naked made him feel. He’d fantasized about this many times, but hadn’t for a second thought that he’d get the chance to actually see her, or know what was about to come next.
“Is she making you hard?”
“Let her see.”
Just this once he’d let John take the lead, but after that, he’d be the one giving orders. Standing up, he removed his leather cut, placing it on the back of the chair. Opening his jeans, he pulled out his erect dick. He heard her gasp. Running his hands up and down the length, he rubbed in the pre-cum that was already spilling out of the tip.
“You see how hard he is, baby?”
“That’s for you, all for you.” John released the catch of her bra, and this time, Gunner groaned. Her tits spilled forward, and they were amazing. He wanted to touch them, to feel them against him as he drove deep inside her.
John ran his hands up her body, cupping her tits, pushing them together. Gunner watched him rub his thumb across the tips. She pressed her thighs together, her eyes closing.
“Her tits have always been so sensitive. Haven’t they, baby?”
“Yes, yes, please,” she said.
“You want me to touch your pussy?”
“Gunner, do me a favor, come and touch our woman’s pussy?”
He got up out of his chair. Hearing those two words, our woman, fuck, that did something to his head. To know that he could have Scarlett was like a gift he’d never known he needed.
Kneeling on the floor in front of her, he placed his hands on her thighs. He was much bigger than she was, and she looked small, almost fragile. “Do you want this?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Sliding his hands up her legs, he gripped the edge of the lace and peeled them down her thighs. He didn’t wait or savor the moment as he spread her thighs open wide, and there was her pretty little cunt, glistening.
“Touch her, Gunner.”