If loving you is wrong

Chapter 11

*****Eric*****

Weeks pass since she returned. I felt like torture having her so far away. I admit I have grown attached to her. A part of me feels that it is due to the fact that she accepts me as I am and loves us both unconditionally. After that night, my world felt a little brighter and less complicated as I am myself around her and Liam. At work, I am considered the toned and fit tough guy. I worked out daily, and I was buff. The last couple of days with her and Liam, I was none of those things. I was just me.

When we brought her to the airport and returned home. I felt out of sorts. Liam pulled me into his arms and kissed me. We fell into the normal routine of things and cooked dinner. We talked freely about what happened between the three of us. For the first time, I admitted to have feelings for her. When we were cleaning up the kitchen and putting away the dishes, he faced and asked the one question that would square away things.

"What happened between Mia and I?"

I drew in a deep breath and turned to face him. He needed to know, and I needed to hear it for myself.

His gaze was calm, and he remained silent as I explained exactly what happened. I went into detail from the moment we left the club until I took her to her hotel room.

"Something in me came to life the moment she took off her dress, and she laid there before me naked," I said.

I look up to him, but I can't determine if he is pissed, disappointed, or neutral about what happened between us.

When I am finished, he remains silent. I stand there waiting for him to respond or react. Then he slowly begins his story about what happened between him and Mia. I could relate to the way he felt when he kissed her. My balls tightened with the image of them kissing. It was a complete turn-on.

He shook his head before exhaling and looking up at me.

"She left me feeling as if I was floating."

I nodded and smiled.

"Same."

We remained silent, staring at each other.

He stepped closer to me and reached for my hands. I could tell he was perplexed. He frowned some before looking at me.

"Forgive me for reacting the way I did." He begged.

I shook my head.

"No, forgive me. It was the ultimate betrayal. I was scared out of my whit's."

He squeezed my hands some more.

"It was a betrayal from me as well and hypocritical to be upset." He shrugged.

My chest and shoulders felt as if a boulder had been lifted with his words. The little remaining guilt I felt was lifting.

He leaned in more and reached up to caress my neck.

"I must admit your night with her sounded so fucking hot. I am amazed by your restraint, and I admire it."

My stomach dipped in a good way and slowly, my balls felt heavy.

"Not as hot as the way you fucked her for the first time." I pull him close until he is flushed against me, and our breaths mingle.

"I loved watching how you sank your cock deep in her pussy and took your time loving her." He whispers as his hands lower down my waist, cups my ass and squeezes it.

All sense of reason is lost on me as I press my lips to his, and we passionately kiss. We grapple for control as he presses me up against the counter and presses his body against mine.