Putting his cup down, Quinten replied, “Thank you for not laughing about it. I know I’m not as dominating as you are but I’m—”
Ben did chuckle as he said, “You’re not exactly fuzzy puppies either, though. I think she likes that you inject humor into so much of our relationship together. If you want to explore that part of you, whether it’s dominant or submissive, or in between, is fine with me. We agree that we want her to be happy.”
“Yeah. I really didn’t think that we needed to go there, and I think she’d content herself without it. But I have to admit that I do want to explore. One thing I don’t want is to be seen as anything but a part of our threesome. I’ve no desire to have someone else think I’m looking for someone else to scene with.”
“Besides, Camilla would kick your ass. She’s never said anything about it, but I have a feeling there’s a possessive streak in her a mile wide.”
Warmth filled Quinten’s chest. “I could do with her going all territorial on my ass.”
Ben laughed. “But you’re not sure you’re submissive. I’m happy as hell this worked out between us.”
“Did you have doubts?”
Ben shook his head without hesitation. “In the beginning, I had all the normal doubts but tonight, when I watched you…take such enjoyment from eating her pussy, even though I’d just come inside her. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it really didn’t bother you to share her.”
Quinten recalled the moment with relish, even licking his lips. He honestly hadn’t even noticed because he’d been so wound up by the sounds she made and the way she reacted to his touch. The memory of her slick flesh under his tongue was enough to stir his cock right then, even after being so heavily sated. “You made her feel good and I enjoyed watching you do that. The cum doesn’t detract from the moment. I’ve watched you do the same thing too.”
“I have?” The look on Ben’s face mirrored what he felt in his heart. How she felt mattered to them more.
“Yeah. You see? It’s even better than we imagined. We’re making love with her and how she feels is more important than anything.”
“Remember the night that we finally talked about how we felt about her?”
Quinten nodded, knowing he’d never forget discovering that the man who’d become his best friend loved the same woman he did. “I’ll never forget. Kade Parker had popped off to Clayton and Chance Carlisle about Lydia and then started in on the two of us, accusing us of being pussy-whipped by Camilla.”
“Remember the deer-in-the-headlights-look on her face? Priceless,” Ben said with a soft chuckle.
“Yeah, after it was over, you poured both of us a beer and made that comment about if a man had to be pussy-whipped, that—”
Ben’s eyes were unfocused and he smiled like he was reliving the memory. “That I could think of a lot worse things than being pussy-whipped by Camilla O’Neal.”
Quinten sipped from his coffee mug and grinned, recalling the tension of that moment. “I told you that I couldn’t agree more, wondering how you’d take it, hoping that we were close enough that it wouldn’t fuck up the friendship.”
“And I told you that I wouldn’t necessarily view you as competition and might consider a partnership that had nothing to do with business and everything to do with pleasing her. That was a year ago. Why did we wait so long?”
“As I recall, we were abiding by Camster’s little rule. I’m just glad that we didn’t run out of time.”
They were distracted by a knock at the front door. They turned on the lamps as they went through the living room, and Ben opened the front door to find Hank Stinson there. Quinten braced himself for news of some sort. The sheriff on the doorstep at night wasn’t a social call.
“Hey, Ben. Hey, Quinten. I hope I didn’t wake y’all.”
Ben backed up and held open the door. “No, come in, Hank.”
“Camilla around?”
Quinten replied, “Yes, but she’s asleep, and hopefully down for the night.”
“It’s probably just as well,” he said as he removed his hat and took off his jacket.
“Want a cup of coffee? We were just up talking.”
Hank nodded in gratitude. “I’d be grateful. It’s been a long-ass day.”
Quinten poured him a cup of coffee and set it on the dining room table as Hank sat down and took a long sip.
Ben thanked Quinten when he brought the pot and refilled his cup before putting it on a hot pad on the table. This looked like a conversation that was going to take the full pot.