“It’s my pleasure, my Liege.”
“Turn around for me.”
She pivoted in a slow circle.
“Now come here.”
Everly moved to stand between my legs and I couldn’t resist touching her. My hands skimmed over her chest, her collarbone, her neck.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, not bothering to hide the way she made me feel. Looking at her robbed me of breath and sense, made me want things I’d never wanted before.
“Thank you, my Liege,” she whispered.
Pulling her in closer, I lowered my head, grazing her lips with mine. I teased her tongue with my own, approval glowing inside me at the way she gave herself over freely.
“I want you to sleep in my bed tonight,” I whispered when I drew back.
“I would love that, my Liege.”
I smiled, ensuring she saw how happy she made me. “Now, go swim. Have fun.”
“Will you join us?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Very much.”
I nodded. “Give me a few minutes.”
Her eyes glittered with hope, a warm smile on her face before she turned and headed for the pool, her cute little ass swaying sweetly.
“You’re done for, brother,” Ian said, joining me at the table.
There was no reason to confirm or deny. I was most certainly done for when it came to this woman.
Everly
“I could come out here every night,” Heaven said, floating on her back, her bare breasts above water.
“Me, too.” My gaze swung over to Isaac and Ian, deep in conversation at the table.
“Are you mad at me?” Heaven asked.
I jerked my head toward her, realized she was now standing, her shoulders beneath the water.
“What? Of course not. Why would I be mad?”
Her gaze shifted to Ian and Isaac, then back to me. “I see how you look at him.”
I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Nothing happened,” she said quickly, as though to reassure me.
“I wouldn’t be mad if it did,” I admitted, although that wasn’t entirely the truth. When it came to Isaac, I knew exactly where I stood. With Ian, it was quite the opposite, as though he was keeping his distance for some reason.
And while I didn’t have the same sense of belonging with Ian that I did with Isaac, I couldn’t deny I wanted it. But it wasn’t my place to make those decisions. If Ian was keeping me at arm’s length, I had to believe he had a reason. Perhaps that reason was Heaven, but I didn’t want to think too long or too hard on that.
“It’s not weird?” Heaven asked.
“What?”
“The way they act. Like there’s nothing wrong with one big orgy under their roof?”
“Is there?”
Heaven laughed. “Of course you wouldn’t think so.”
Dante swam by, continuing to do laps. He seemed lost, but that wasn’t unusual for him. I’d gotten used to his moods over time, realized he needed his space more than most people.
“And him,” Heaven added. “They’re quite fascinated by him.”
That they were. It allowed hope to bloom deep inside me, though I wasn’t going to share that with Heaven.
“I’m getting the impression they want us equally,” Heaven pondered.
No, not equally. I knew deep down, there was something powerful between me and Isaac. I felt it when he looked at me. Did I think he wanted Dante? Yes. Did that bother me? Oddly, no.
As for their intentions with Heaven, I couldn’t quite pin them down. It was almost as though they were willing to include her in an effort to make her more comfortable. Then again, they were highly sexual creatures, so it was quite possible they were interested in letting it play out.
Truth be told, I didn’t mind. I was also a highly sexual creature, and I’d never been the sort to refrain from exploring new things.
Perhaps it was because I’d been in the scene for so long, seen the traditional and untraditional interactions. Some Doms were extremely possessive of their submissive, couldn’t imagine another Dom touching her or him. Ian and Isaac were different, though. At times, they seemed almost like one person, not two. As though their needs were so in tune, it was hard to figure out what it was they wanted to make them happy.
“It’s not just sex, is it?” Heaven asked, her uncertainty clear in her words.
I turned my attention back to her. “No. It’s never just about sex.”
“Does it make me a bad person that I find it hot? That I don’t care about all the Dom/sub stuff, but I wouldn’t mind getting laid?”
I smiled. “Not at all. To each his own.”
“What happens if they command you to sleep with Dante?”
Dante had slowed his pace, stopping a couple of feet away.
“Well, I doubt there would be much sleeping,” I teased, finding it amusing that Heaven had such a difficult time talking about sex. She called me sweet and innocent.
The sound of a chair scraping on concrete had all three of us looking over. I had to work hard to keep my jaw from dropping as both men stripped, then made their way toward the water. They were an intimidating pair. So big, so powerful … and the way they moved—a mixture of power and grace—had my mouth watering. I could’ve stared at them all night, but admittedly, my skin itched to feel their touch.
