Jay pulled his hand from mine and sat back. “We usually get various different dishes and share them. Does that work for you?”

“Sure. I’m easy.”

Jay’s eyes glimmered. “I like easy.”

Dean sat forward, and I tensed. Instead of having a comment, he turned to the waiter and rhymed off a half a dozen different entrees without referencing the menu once. The waiter nodded at each then bowed and scurried off.

Once we were alone again, Dean leaned back in his chair and draped an arm over the back of Jay’s, his hand landing on Jay’s neck where he stroked the exposed flesh with a steady thumb.

“I approve,” he said to no one in particular. “See if he’s on board.”

“I knew you’d like him,” Jay said, his gaze not leaving mine even when I knew he was talking to his husband. “So, here’s the thing, Atti,” he said, leaning close and lowering his voice. “I’m not gonna beat around the bush. You know I’m attracted to you. You know why I invited you here tonight. I want you in my bed. I want to put my hands and mouth all over that gorgeous body of yours. I want to fuck that tight little perky ass six ways from Sunday. No strings. Just one night of commitment-free sex. I like a bit of outside fun, and you’re a walking wet dream. You don’t know how hard it was to keep my hands off you today, seeing you all naked and aroused, being touched by another man, and wishing it was me. What do you think?”

It was all I, I, I. What happened to Dean in this whole threesome thing? Jay didn’t mention him once. Shifting, unable to get comfortable on my chair, I snuck glances at Dean while rolling the offer around in my head. I had questions.

Dean’s hard gaze never fluctuated or moved from my face. His expression was blank. There was something I was missing, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was in over my head. Asher was in the background of my mind saying I told you so.

“W-what about you?” I squeaked, unsure if I should address Dean.

“Dean won’t be participating directly. I may have misled you earlier. We don’t look for your traditional threesome. Dean likes to watch me fuck other guys, but he doesn’t get involved. It’s one of our kinks. Dean loves it.”

Really? Because the guy looks pissed off. How many unsuspecting twinks are buried in your backyard because your husband murdered them for laying a hand on you?

“Oh,” I said instead.

“Once we take care of each other, you and me, I’ll take care of Dean, and you’ll need to back off and watch. Understand?”