Give Me More (Salacious Players Club, #3)

by Sara Cate

It’s not like I insert myself in their lives, but they are the only family I have. They’re all I have.

Hunter makes loving him easy. He worships me, makes me better in every way, encourages me, inspires me, and makes me fall in love with him a little more each day.

And somewhere in the back of my mind, I know the reason I let her cry out is because I want him to hear it. Not because I’m showing off but because, in some way, I feel like he should be involved too.

He always is, where she and I are concerned.

I’ve been a third wheel in their lives for so long, I don’t know how to be without them, and I know they’ll grow sick of me before long. This little triad has to come to an end eventually. A thought that doesn’t feel good when I think about it, because it’s not about my feelings for Isabel or for Hunter…it’s about them with a capital T.

I care about the two of them more than anyone else in the world.

Drake and I don’t have an origin story. I don’t remember a moment in my life he wasn’t there. We grew up as neighbors on a completely different side of the tracks than Isabel did, and when the world gave us less than nothing, we always had each other.

Through the years, we had each other’s backs through it all, which meant some less than questionable decisions in our teens, but when I decided to clean up my future for Isabel, I brought Drake with me. Lent him the money he needed to get his contracting license, and the startup for his own company, never giving him a choice about it either. I wasn’t leaving him behind. Not ever.

“Maybe the reason my marriage is so sacred to you is because you’ve always been a part of it. And maybe what I’m asking you isn’t so crazy, after all.”

There’s so much at stake here. Our friendship. Their marriage. Not to mention, my fucking heart.

I want Hunter inside my body and my soul because that is where he belongs. He is as much a part of me as my own heart is. And I know by the way he grips me tightly, staring ardently into my eyes with so much love, that he feels the same. Not a moment in our ten-year relationship have I ever felt an ounce of anything missing. Not love or attention or lust or desire. Hunter signed over his entire soul to me the day we got married, and I hold it dearly, like it’s my own.

But I want him to. I mean…I had sex with his best friend, for goodness’ sake.

Drake says something that makes Hunter laugh, and they share a quick glance, but Hunter’s eyes linger on Drake’s face—as they often do.

could stay like this forever, sharing this moment with the two people I love the most. Drake’s eyes are on me, his fingers digging into her soft hips as he makes her scream around my cock. We are relentless and so in sync, and there’s something fucking surreal about finding your pleasure in not just one, but two other people. And knowing they’re finding theirs too.

Pulling away from her mouth, I stroke her cheek, admiring the fact that I have the most amazing fucking girl in the world. And I want my best friend to have that too.

Then…his fingers move. They drift from her clit downward until I feel the light brush of his touch against my cock. He’s holding her pussy, exploring this place where she and I are connected, and in doing so…he’s basically stroking my cock.

“Right now, it’s touching, but what happens when it’s more? How am I supposed to know you’re cool with it if you won’t⁠—”

“Jesus Christ. Here,” he mutters, and then I’m struck silent because his hands are on my face and he’s pressing his soft lips against mine.

Hunter is kis...

I kissed Drake. I kissed a man…my best friend—Drake.

“None of this makes any sense…but also, being with you like this makes more sense to me than the way we were before.”

“Hunter doesn’t remember that green dress, but I do. And you looked at me.”

“Yeah, you looked at me first,” he replies carefully, as if it’s hard to admit.

I remember that, and I’ve never told Hunter that. When he asks, I tell him I don’t remember him standing there staring at me, but I do remember part of that day. I remember Drake. But Drake never pursued me. He ba...

“I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, but I would have never gone after you. Not because of Hunter, but because I didn’t go for girls like you.”

“Too good for me. Too smart and pretty and nice.”

“I’m glad he did. I’m proud of him for doing right by you.”

I believe his words, but I see a pain behind his eyes as he whispers them. And I don’t know what to say. I want to tell him that I love him—that I’ve always loved him, just as much as I love Hunter and in the same way, but I’m not sure that admission would help anything right now.

Plus, I’m holding on to hope that if he still wants her, there’s a chance he still wants me too.

They were always my men, weren’t they? I may be married to Hunter, but Drake has been more present than not, and in the past week, he and I have crossed a line we’ve both wanted to cross for a long time. It was always meant to be this way. What started as a kinky fantasy, has shown us what we really mean to each other. I love them both, and they both love me.

I want this moment to last forever, the three of us in a tight embrace with Isabel’s petite body swelled between us. It doesn’t matter that my face is starting to itch where the frosting has crusted or that Isabel is covered in chocolate, or that the kitchen is a disaster. I never feel as whole as I do when I’m with them.

I used to only want to fuck, but now I want more. Because these two are the exception. They’ve always been the exception.

Because I do love Drake. Even if I can’t say it out loud yet. I love that man as much as I love my wife, and I should have been telling him that all along. Instead, I’ve held him prisoner to my love—but that ends now.

“I’m doing this so I can be better for you. Both of you. I had no idea when I asked for what I did that it would come to this, but I can’t undo it and we can’t pretend it never happened. So either I can figure myself out and come back to give you both what you deserve, or we can keep going the way we are and you two end up being the ones hurt.”

“Isabel…” he says, trying it out on his tongue.

“And yours?” I ask.

“Hunter, your future boyfriend. No…your f...

“I don’t normally do this. I don’t talk to women or hit on random girls in libraries. I don’t even like to start conversations, but I would do all of that just to get to know you. I would do anything to get to know you. That’s not overkill. That’s fate.”

“I guess while you were his whole world…he was mine.”

Closing the space between us, I pull her face up to mine, pressing my forehead to hers as I look her in the eye. “I love you, Isabel.”

And more than anything, it makes me realize one very important thing. I can’t live without them, and I don’t intend to.

“I do hope you two have used this time to be happy together, Isabel. I just hope…there’s still room for me.”

“There will always be room for you. We are nothing without you, and I know Drake feels the same. He wants to see you accept yourself as much as he wants to see you accept him.”

“I am yours, Red. I’m sorry for leaving, but I needed to be the perfect man for you. Even if it kills me. Even if it drives me crazy. I would do anything for you.”

“I missed you like crazy, but I’m proud of you. And I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to be here.”

I have no idea what the future holds or where the three of us will go from here, but I know for certain it can’t throw anything at us that we can’t handle together.

And while I can’t promise I won’t freak out, this isn’t too much for me. It’s just right. It’s a chance to have a family the right way, to give them the life I never had. To give my kids the father I always wanted, and I know Hunter feels the same.

It might have started with a kinky arrangement, but it led us here, right where we’re supposed to be.