Clothing Optional by Virginia Nelsom Page B

relationship that worked, not like this one was working. He never felt this way—all comfortable and safe in a relationship, as he did with Andy—before with any man. Andy was wonderful. Andy represented everything Murphy ever wanted in a relationship. The one flaw with Andy was his bisexuality prior to his relationship with Murphy. He asked Murphy multiple times about testing his own boundaries, about his thoughts on a threesome. Murphy battled insecurities about being enough for Andy, and it actually hurt in an unexpected way.
    Murphy rolled to prop his chin on his hand, where it laid on Andy’s chest.
    “Am I not enough for you?”
    Andy’s eyes, ever dark, seemed to go black with emotion as he dug a hand into Murphy’s hair. Roughly, he pulled Murphy to him for a kiss filled with need, heat, and tongue.
    “You are enough for me. But I think this will add something. I think this is meant to be. You haven’t ever touched a woman…ever?”
    “No.” Murphy sighed and rolled onto his back. “I knew how I felt about men from the start. I never wanted to touch a woman before.”
    Andy rolled to cage Murphy with his body. “Ah-ha! Before! You feel attracted to her, too?”
    Since they’d had a similar conversation before, Murphy knew the direction of this one. Andy was talking about Brie. Murphy’s longtime best friend had attracted Andy from the beginning with her supple legs, fiery auburn locks, and flashing green eyes. So no matter what secret feelings Murphy harbored for her—odd as they may be—it was wrong on so many levels. He didn’t know what he would do without Brie. If he decided to have a threesome, he wished it could be with her, but he would never risk their friendship on such a roll of the dice.
    And how would that conversation go anyway? My boyfriend wants to sleep with a woman and me and since I have always wanted to touch you—odd as that may sound—I thought maybe you would like to be part of a man-wich? I can’t guarantee I can keep it stiff for a girl, but for you, hell, let’s go and try it out!
    Yeah, fuck that.
    Murphy shoved at Andy’s chest, but the other man remained immovable.
    “If by feel it, do I feel the need to sleep with her…no.” Flat out denying it seemed a safer bet than admitting his odd attraction.
    “I don’t think you’re being entirely honest with either yourself or me.”
    Murphy glowered at Andy, sliding his hand to cup the other man’s balls. Andy’s eyes snapped closed and his breathing hitched.
    “If I want her, I am still not going to take her. You are enough for me.”
    With the cockeyed grin that always made Murphy catch his breath, Andy’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze locked on Murphy’s lips. “Am I? So, you don’t wonder? You don’t want to ride her body while I push into her?”
    The picture Andy’s words painted and the gentle rolling of Andy’s hips in an attempt to get the sensation he desired from Murphy’s hand, had Murphy’s cock jumping on his stomach. His balls tightened, and he sucked air in through his teeth.
    “It isn’t that simple, Andy.” He moved his hand, sliding it up to glide it over the velvet heat of the other man until he came to the purple head, already beaded with a pearl of moisture.
    “Why not?” Andy spoke from Murphy’s neck, where he had dipped his head to nip at the sensitive flesh beneath Murphy’s ear. Those hot lips on his skin made Murphy push his hips upward so that their cocks danced together, velvet on velvet.
    “She is my friend.” His voice grew breathless as he lowered his head to nibble at Andy’s nipple, increasing his tug on the other man’s hardness. Murphy’s other hand came down to touch his own dick, which begged for release. “I don’t want to lose that.”
    “Then we make her very happy so she wants to stay.” In one move, Andy slid down Murphy’s body to take his cock into those full, wet lips. Murphy bucked at the attention, his hands digging into Andy’s thick dark