Axes & O’s

23. Nathan

Chapter 23

Nathan

Fox stands and leaves my side as Morgan starts to sit up, but I halt her by placing a hand on her stomach. The tentative look on her face tells me she thinks I’m going to say I changed my mind about going further, but that’s not what I want to do.

I turn my attention to the space between her legs and take the corner of the towel Fox placed under her to gently clean up some of her arousal. If they took care to put a towel down, I imagine she wouldn’t want to drip on her floors, either.

When I turn my attention back to her, Morgan’s gaze is soft, and a small smile plays at her lips. “Thank you,” she says in a hushed tone.

I lean down and place a kiss on the soft mound between her legs. “My pleasure.” Then I release her and sit up, unfolding my body from the position I was in and stretching out my legs.

When I lift my head, Fox has retreated to the recliner. His jeans remain, but his shirt is gone. The fire still crackles, though it’s subdued now, and the room is darkening with the fading winter light. A dimmed overhead light casts a soft glow, making Fox appear like a king on his throne—not a king of riches or men but something entirely his own. He looks almost ethereal, like a fallen Lucifer, with his ink-covered body and hair cascading around his shoulders.

I stand on shaky legs and help Morgan up, then we walk the few steps to him side by side. A small voice in the back of my mind still wants to say I’m pulled to him by some magical force, but it’s all me. I want to be near him. I want to take care of him. Even if it doesn’t make any sense. Even if I’m not sure what this means about me or my sexuality—or if it has to mean anything at all.

Fox flexes his chest muscles, and my eyes track down his barreled body, over his corded inked forearms to his strong hands. One of said hands is gripping the bottle of lube Morgan had him get.

“Nathan.”

My name on his lips makes my body tremble. My throat bobs with a swallow before I suck in a breath. “Fox.”

His cheek twitches with what I assume would’ve been a smile if he’d let it form. “I’m going to give you options again.”

Our eyes remain connected, and his one brow lifts, challenging me to be smart with him like I was earlier. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s hoping that I will, but this time, I give in, wanting to keep him on his toes.

“Alright,” I say.

He licks his lips, trying to cover his surprise at my acquiescence.

“Go back to the couch, sit there like a good boy, and I’ll show you how to properly face fuck my wife…”

Heat licks at the back of my neck, not only from his words but the challenge in his tone. This dominant man is trying to get a rise out of me by commenting on my earlier performance in the sauna.

I decide not to take the bait and suck in a breath through my nose. The cunning Fox wants to play, and I’ll admit, if I wasn’t so curious about his second option, I would’ve said something back to challenge him—which is another thing I normally wouldn’t think of doing.

“Or?” I ask as his words still hang in the air.

“Join my wife on your knees like a good whore, and do as you’re told.” Fox claps his hands, and Morgan drops to her knees next to me at the nonverbal command .

A rumbling noise of satisfaction leaves his chest, and my eyes travel to the top of Morgan’s head. Her chin is tipped down toward the ground, and her palms are facing upward on her bent knees that are spread open. Before I can study the tattoos inked down her spine, Fox clears his throat.

I bring my gaze back to his waiting one, my stomach clenching as the warm air crackles with a taste of the unknown. Faint thoughts in the back of my mind question me, but they are not the questions I would’ve expected to have at this moment. Instead, my softening cock turns hard as I think of all the things I could ask Morgan to do while she’s in this position. Of all the things Fox could ask us both to do if I join her on my knees.

I breathe in another slow breath as Fox silently waits for my answer. With a tip of my chin, I relay my choice and give in to the itch in my kneecaps, joining Morgan.