This was one of those moments.
“I’m serious,” I said, still buried inside her.
“Me too.”
Addison’s sly little grin widened. Her sapphire blue eyes flared with excitement and daring.
“Really? Go get him?”
“Uh huh.”
She whimpered softly as I pulled out of her, throwing my boxers back on as my erection looked up at me in surprise and astonishment. It didn’t go down though. I could drive railroad spikes with it right now, if I really wanted to.
“Do you think he’ll go for it?” Addison was asking.
I let out a disbelieving chuckle. “Are you kidding me?”
She was on her side now, her long legs scissored seductively. Her smooth, porcelain skin glowing pale blue in the filtered moonlight.
God she was so fucking gorgeous. I really was lucky.
I placed my hand on the doorknob, thinking about what I’d say. Wondering how I’d word such a request to my best friend, our best man for fuck’s sake. I imagined that in Addison’s mind, that somehow made the whole thing even hotter.
“Damon?”
She asked the question from the warmth of the bed we’d just been fucking in. Her lips were pursed, her beautiful cheeks a rosy pink hue. She had the body of a goddess, if the goddess were of sex.
“Yes?”
“This is really happening, isn’t it?”
I smiled back at her. “It sure fucking is,” I breathed. “Unless you tell me to let go of this door knob right now.”
My bride-to-be paused, then shook her head. “No way.”
“Alright then,” I grinned, and ducked back into the living room.
The room was dark, except for the glow of a tiny phone screen on the opposite end. Sprawled across the futon — his legs still hanging over — Saxon stirred and looked up at me.
“Everything alright?”
I padded over, naked except for my boxers. My body glistened with a thin sheen of sexually-charged sweat, as I tried covering the tent in my shorts with one casual hand.
“Everything’s fine,” I said. “More than fine, actually.”
“Good. Because—”
“You heard us fucking, right?”
My best friend’s shoulders went up instinctively, as he prepared to lie. My eyes stopped him, and instead he laughed.
“Yeah. Sure did.”
There was very little bullshit when it came to Saxon, Finn and myself. There was just way too much history between the three of us.
“Was it good?” he grinned, trying not to be lascivious. “Sounded good.”
“It was…” I began, rubbing at my jaw. Shit, how exactly did you go about something like this? “I mean… it still is.”
“One last hurrah, right?” Saxon offered. “Your final performance as a single man, before you—”
“We want you to join us.”
There were only a handful of things in this world I could say that would leave Saxon utterly speechless. This was definitely one of them.
“You mean…”
“Yes. I do.”
My best friend in the whole world sat up, his phone forgotten.
“What about Addison? What did she say?”
I let out a little laugh. “It was her idea.”
That struck him. Saxon’s expression had gone from casual amusement to intrigue to total bewilderment, all in the span of thirty seconds.
“Mine too, I guess,” I added. “Bedroom fantasies and all that. I always thought it would be hot to—”
“Bro, are you serious?” Saxon swore.
“Dead serious.”
“Because if this is some kind of joke…”
I laughed again. “No joke, man. Follow me into the bedroom and see for yourself.”
He half stood up. When he looked at me again his eyes narrowed.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked. “I mean this is your wife, Damon. Not some fun, crazy girl you don’t care about, who followed you home on a Friday night. This is Addison. The woman you’re actually going to marry.”
“I know.”
He glanced at the clock. “In just a few hours.”
“Exactly.”
“I mean—”
“Hey, are you gonna come help me fuck the hell out of my fiancé?” I said, laying it all on the line. “Or are you gonna disappoint her by sending me back through that door alone?”
Saxon looked down. I expected some joke about Addy and disappointment — one that had to do with my sex life, of course. Saxon never usually missed such an easy opportunity. But right now he was too stunned to make jokes. Running too many scenarios through his mind.
“Okay man,” he said, leaping to his feet. Though I could sense his nervousness, it was edged out by excitement. By the sheer adventure of what we were about to do. At that point, the grin on his face told everything.
“You sold me.”
Four
SAXON
Over the course of our lives, Damon and I had shared a lot of things. Bicycles. Popsicles. Video game collections. At one point we’d even shared the same pair of sneakers, passing the beat-up Nike’s back and forth before third and fourth period gym class.
But this…
My whole body was tingling as the door swung open. I was about to step over a threshold. Cross over a line that could never be uncrossed.
You sure about this?
My heart was pounding as my eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight. The room was warm and inviting. The air reeked of sex.
“See anything you like?”
Addison was on the bed, sprawled sexily in the same schoolgirl outfit from the photos Damon had shown me. She wore a white, button-down blouse that was half open. White knee stockings. Around her waist, a red pleated skirt was hiked up sexily to mid-thigh.
“See anything you like?” she asked coyly.
I couldn’t feel the hammering of my heart anymore, and that was maybe because it had stopped. I had no words.
“From what Damon tells me it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
My friend stood beside me, his hands on his hips. His expression was a mixture of amusement and surprise. It made me realize the dressing up part had been all Addison’s idea.
“So are you just gonna stand there?” Addison smirked. “You can’t exactly touch me from that side of the room.”
Somewhere along the line, the simple act
