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“He feels good, doesn’t he?” he murmured, and Vanessa looked down at him, still wicked.

“So good, Darrius,” she moaned. “You know how good.”

He nodded and looked past her to Benedict. He was staring as he aligned his cock to her. Darrius stilled his own movements and helped to spread her a little wider as Benedict began to take her.

The stroke of him against Darrius’s cock was so intense that he let out a soft cry in the quiet and bent his head to her shoulder. She was moaning and crying out, gripping his shoulders as her pussy flexed around him in mounting pleasure.

They stilled when Benedict was fully seated, leaning over them, his mouth on her shoulder, then seeking to meet Darrius when he shifted to kiss him. They were one, and it was magnificent.

Even more magnificent when the Darrius flexed up in her and felt Benedict thrust in return because neither of them could wait. They had to move. And it was better than Darrius ever could have imagined.

CHAPTER 13

Vanessa

Vanessa had pictured what it would be like to be taken by both men during their passionate time in the countryside. But nothing could have prepared her for reality. As in everything, they all moved together like they had been built to do so. Darrius and Benedict ground within her, pleasuring each other even as they lit her sensitive body on fire so powerfully that she feared she’d never come down.

She didn’t want to come down. She just wanted to live like this, her body stretched, hands on her, mouths on her, both men moaning, her own voice cracking as she cried out while they thrust back and forth inside of her.

The pleasure was intense, powerful, never ending and building to a crescendo that felt more powerful than anything she’d ever felt before. Better yet, she saw and felt how much it meant to them, too. Darrius had released control and now his fingers dug into her hips, his cheeks flushed with pleasure. Behind her, Benedict grunted, swore, and his thrusts increased.

And when they both cried out, her body answered. They all came together in a quivering mass of pleasure. She gripped them both through it, milking them to the end, her body rolling to the rhythm of pleasure and desire and love that was more powerful than anything else.

They lay together in a pile on the settee when it was over. Darrius’s head rested on her breast, his thick hair tickling the sensitive flesh. She leaned back against Benedict’s thighs. It was comfortable and quiet and she felt so at home. So loved. It almost didn’t feel real.

“How will this work?” Darrius asked, breaking the silence.

She slid her fingers into his hair and combed there gently. “The same way it does with Merritt and Egerton and Peter. I’ve watched them together in their home since we returned to London. It isn’t fraught or dangerous. It’s life, Darrius.” He lifted his head to look at her and she smiled at him. “We love each other. We support each other. We please each other, I hope every day. We live.”

His expression softened a little and he sat up, cupping her cheeks to draw her in for a deep and powerful kiss that she felt in her blood and her bones and her heart. And when he drew back, he looked more open and ready then she’d ever seen him.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, Vanessa, so very much.”

The joy that overtook her in that moment was complete and powerful and she couldn’t help the tears that began to slide down her cheeks. She had begun that way with them, weeping over what hadn’t happened. Now she wept for the delight of what could be, would be.

He kissed her again and then reached for Benedict. She held her breath. Their relationship had been harder. What he would say or do now would determine the rest of the path in a very different way.

Darrius

Darrius stared at Benedict. He had stared at him so many times over the years, but he really saw him now. Allowed himself to see and be seen. And not just Benedict’s outrageous beauty, which haunted him day and night. But his intelligence, his wit, his kindness, his steadiness. His everything.

“And you,” he said, his hands shaking. “My God, you.” He touched his face. “You said earlier that I was an unbearable arse who tried to make you stop loving me. And you are right. I’m both those things. But you must know that I love you so deeply, Benedict. I’m painfully aware I’ve hurt you so deeply, as well. I do not know if I can ever make it up—”

“No,” Benedict interrupted. “You hurt yourself. Not me.”

Darrius leaned in and they kissed again. A promise this time. A vow, even though they’d not be allowed to take public vows. And though Darrius was completely and utterly happy in that moment, it did lead to a final question: “And what do we do now?”

Benedict nodded slowly. “I’ve been considering that. Vanessa, are you desperate to marry one of us over the other?”

She gasped. “Do not make me choose. I won’t. I would marry you both right now and shock the city even more than they are already shocked.”

“And you shall, privately,” Benedict reassured her with a little smile for him. “But if you are not of a mind to decide, then I think you should be Darrius’s wife.”

“Mine?” Darrius gasped, and the vision that created was wonderful. Powerful. “I am not in disagreement, but I must ask you—why me?”

“Because a viscount needs a wife to be palatable,” Benedict explained. “And if you marry Vanessa, you will be seen as what you are, a good man trying to make up for his brother’s desperate mistakes.”

Vanessa nodded. “He is right, my love. Especially when I make a fuss about just that. It will help you and me. Not to mention that I had a very nice dowry, which we will force my parents to pay if only so they do not look as terrible as they truly are.”

Darrius blinked. “I do not want to marry you for money.”

“Of course not. But why not have it?” Vanessa said with a laugh. “To pay the creditors and the wages and start to rebuild a very bad family name into one you…and I…and Benedict…can be very proud of?”

“But what about Benedict?” Darrius asked. “I have pushed him away for so long, I wouldn’t do it again.”

“You should know already,” Benedict said, first kissing Vanessa and then kissing Darrius. “You couldn’t lose me if you tried. I’m yours. Both of yours.”

“Forever,” Darrius said, completing the sentence and knowing it completed his life. They completed it.

And he had never been happier.