Filthy Little Desires

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

My Sister's Husband Tasted Me

Three weeks later, the penthouse no longer felt like Claire and Dominic’s home.

It felt like theirs.

Avery had stopped sleeping in the guest room entirely. Her clothes hung in the master closet beside Claire’s. Her toothbrush sat next to theirs in the bathroom. The three of them moved around each other with a strange, easy intimacy that still sometimes made Avery’s stomach flip when she thought about how it had started.

That morning she woke up the way she usually did now, in the middle of the big bed, Dominic’s arm heavy across her waist, Claire’s soft breathing against the back of her neck. Somewhere in the night they had shifted so that Avery was the one being held by both of them.

She lay still for a while, listening to the quiet. City sounds filtered faintly through the glass. The sheets smelled like all three of them.

Claire stirred first. Her hand slid over Avery’s hip and then lower, cupping her between the legs with lazy familiarity. Avery’s breath caught. Claire’s fingers moved slowly, parting her, finding her already a little wet from whatever dream she had been having.

“You’re always like this in the morning now,” Claire murmured against her shoulder.

Dominic’s arm tightened. He was awake too. He pushed Avery’s top leg forward and guided himself into her from behind in one smooth, unhurried thrust. Avery exhaled shakily as he filled her. Claire’s fingers stayed on her c**t, rubbing gentle circles while Dominic f****d her in slow, deep strokes.

It had become their usual morning routine.

No urgency. No guilt. Just the three of them taking what they wanted from each other before the day began.

Avery came quietly, face pressed into the pillow, body shaking between them. Dominic followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a low sound. Claire kissed the back of Avery’s neck and then rolled away to get up.

“I’m making coffee,” she said. “Don’t take too long.”

Dominic stayed inside Avery for another minute, just holding her, before he finally pulled out. He kissed her bare shoulder.

“Shower with me.”

They did. Under the hot water he washed her slowly, hands moving over every part of her body like he still couldn’t quite believe she was his to touch whenever he wanted. When he grew hard again he lifted her against the tiled wall and f****d her there while the water ran over them both. Avery clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, the sound of their bodies mixed with the spray.

By the time they made it to the kitchen, Claire had already set out three mugs. She was wearing one of Dominic’s shirts and nothing else. When Avery walked in wearing only a robe, Claire’s eyes moved over her with open appreciation.

“You look thoroughly used,” Claire said, almost smiling.

Avery felt her cheeks heat, but she didn’t deny it. She sat on one of the stools at the island. Dominic came up behind her, reached around, and casually tugged the robe open so he could rest his hand on her bare stomach while he drank his coffee. Claire watched the gesture and said nothing. The old rules no longer applied.

They ate breakfast like that, half-dressed, touching without thinking, the air between them easy and charged at the same time.

Later that afternoon Claire had a meeting across town. She left with a lingering kiss for both of them, first Dominic, then Avery, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The moment the door closed, Dominic turned to Avery.

“Come here.”

He led her to the living room, the same place he had bent her over the armchair that first night. This time he sat down and pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. He pushed the robe off her shoulders and just looked at her for a long moment.

“Three weeks,” he said quietly. “And you’re still here.”

Avery’s hands rested on his chest. “You told me I wasn’t leaving.”

“I did.” His hands slid down to her hips. “I meant it.”

He lifted her just enough to free himself from his pants, then lowered her onto his c**k. Avery sank down with a soft, shaky moan. They moved together slowly, her forehead against his, breathing the same air. It wasn’t rushed or filthy the way so many of their encounters had been. It was deeper than that. Claiming in a different way.

When she came, it was with his name on her lips. He followed soon after, holding her tightly against him as he filled her.

They stayed like that for a long time afterward, still joined, his hands stroking up and down her back.

“Claire and I talked last night after you fell asleep,” Dominic said eventually.

Avery lifted her head. “About what?”

“About making this permanent. Official in the ways that matter to us.” His eyes held hers. “No more pretending this is temporary or secret when we’re alone. You’re not the other woman. You’re part of this.”

Avery’s throat tightened. “And Claire is really okay with that?”

“She’s the one who brought it up.”

Something warm and complicated moved through Avery’s chest. She leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep, while he was still inside her.

Claire came home just after six. She found them on the couch, Avery still in the open robe, Dominic’s hand resting possessively on her thigh. Claire didn’t pause. She walked straight over, leaned down, and kissed Avery first, then Dominic.

“Miss me?” she asked lightly.

Dominic’s mouth curved. “We kept busy.”

Claire’s gaze dropped to the slight flush still on Avery’s chest and the way she sat a little carefully. Understanding flickered in her eyes, followed by heat.

“Show me,” she said.

They did.

In the bedroom that night the three of them took their time. Dominic laid Avery on her back and f****d her slowly while Claire sat on her face, letting Avery taste her until she came against her mouth. Then they switched. Claire rode Dominic while Avery straddled Claire’s face in reverse, the two women tasting each other while he thrust up into his wife. Later Dominic had them both on their hands and knees side by side and moved between them, f*****g one and then the other until all three were shaking and spent.

When it was over they collapsed together in the middle of the big bed, a tangle of limbs and cooling sweat.

Claire traced lazy patterns on Avery’s stomach with one fingertip. “You’re staying,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

Avery turned her head on the pillow to look at her sister. “Yes.”

Dominic’s arm tightened around both of them. “Good. Because I’m not letting either of you go.”

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows the city lights glittered. Inside the penthouse everything had changed.

What had started as a secret, filthy betrayal had become something none of them had expected, messy, complicated, and real.

Avery closed her eyes, sandwiched between her sister and the man who had once been forbidden, and felt the last of her old resistance finally dissolve.

She wasn’t the other woman anymore.

She was simply theirs.

And they were hers.