I wasn’t sure I’d done the right thing, laying my heart at their feet like that. I could have scared them off. But the way they looked back at me, it was like I’d given them each something they’d tried not to want but cherished anyway. I was glad I’d handed them that piece of myself, even if I knew, one day soon, it would shatter.
EIGHTEEN
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GABI
Law slipped out of the reception as soon as Frank and Caroline said their farewells and left for the privacy of their honeymoon suite. Connor and I remained behind for a few minutes. It gave me a chance to say goodbye to my family and ensure there would be no raised eyebrows. Yes, I was paranoid, but I couldn’t help it. The second I was free, I grabbed Connor’s hand and we headed for the elevators.
Fire tripped through my veins and my heart thundered in my chest at the thought of the night ahead. My brain was still shocked I’d ever suggested such a thing, the rest of me was too busy thrilling over the fact they’d both said yes to care.
Connor pulled me against him as the elevator doors slid closed, hands and lips desperate for the chance to touch and taste. “Are we really doing this?” he asked between kisses.
Opening my eyes, I looked up to meet his endless blue gaze and grinned. “We aresodoing this.” His quiet chuckle was music to my ears.
The doors slid open as we reached our floor and we practically ran down the hallway to our room. Once inside, I tossed my purse onto the closest flat surface and turned to face the door leading to Law’s room. Taking a step closer, I stared at the white portal, my heart hammering.
Connor approached me from behind and took hold of my hips, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. “It’s time, Gabi. We need to know who we are to each other.”
Lifting my hand, I knocked on the door three times. Only the third knock never made contact, because Law had already opened the door from the other side. A feral grin splashed across that sinful mouth as we stood toe-to-toe.
“I’m not going to be all gentlemanly and ask if you’re sure.” His gaze travelled the length of my body as he spoke, lingering on Connor’s hands at my hips. “We’re too far gone, and I’ve waited too damned long.”
Reaching out, I took both his hands in mine and began to walk backward. Connor moved out from behind me and went to close the door, shutting us away from the rest of the world. “Tell me,” I breathed, drinking in the sight of Law, “whatareyou going to do?”
Law lifted a hand to touch the side of my neck, fingertips tracing a path down and across my shoulder until he reached the strap of my dress. When he continued down over my shoulder, he took the strap with him. “I’m going to strip you until you’re naked, and then I’m going to consume you until there’s nothing left but a quivering mess.” Connor returned to our side and Law’s head turned to him. “That goes for both of you.”
Connor’s low laugh sent shivers up my spine. “Same old Law,” he murmured. “Always trying to be the one in control. The born leader.” Stepping behind me, he took hold of the zipper for my dress and dragged it down, baring my back. “Maybe it’s time Gabi got a turn.”
My thighs clenched in delight at Connor’s suggestion. The idea of ordering these two men around, having them follow my commands, made me a little lightheaded. “Connor’s right,” I told Law as I shrugged out of my dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. “You do always want to be the one who takes the lead. It was you who wanted both of us first. It’s you who’s always coming on to us, keeping us on edge, forcing us to defend ourselves against your charms.” Even as my eyes narrowed, I reached for him. He’d lost the jacket and tie, but still wore his crisp, white dress shirt. The top few buttons were open, allowing for a hint of dark chest hair to show through. “That sort of thing might have worked when we were kids and you were the older, bigger kid. But you know what?” I started undoing those little white buttons, parting the material as I went. “We’re not kids anymore, and this isn’t only about you getting what you want.” I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, down his arms until it fell to the floor.
I lifted my mouth to his until we were almost touching, almost kissing, but not quite. I could feel his restraint in the quiet trembling of his body, in the halting whisper of his breath against my lips. I knew how much, how long, he’d wanted his. Now I wanted him to suffer the sweetness of getting it, one aching touch at a time. “This is also about Connor and I getting what we want.”
My hips were still pressed to his when I leaned the top half of my body back against Connor, lifting my arms to fold them behind his head. Turning my head, I looked up into his face. He watched me in silence, waiting to enact my will.
“Connor, baby,” I murmured, all wide-eyed innocence and parted, smiling lips, “kiss me like you mean it.”
He grinned. “It would be my pleasure.” He lowered his head and our mouths met. It was slow and sensual, crazy hot and wicked fun. We could have been accused of putting on a show for Law, and I wouldn’t have denied it, but at least it was worth watching. I wanted to have fun with our night together, to glory in it, to wallow long and deep. A moan escaped me, and I reached out blindly for Law, tugging him against us.
Connor’s hand wrapped around the side of my throat as he deepened our kiss, tangling his tongue with mine. I was vaguely aware of Law’s tight grip on one side of my waist, the way my own hands clutched at each of the two men. Law’s lips grazed my throat, his chest brushing against my breasts. His breath warmed my skin as he whispered, “Holy fuck. I could come from watching the two of you together. So fucking sexy.”
Connor and I came up for air, and when I opened my eyes, I saw one of Law’s hands threaded through Connor’s blond hair, holding the back of his head. Connor’s eyes opened as well, and although his gaze stayed locked on me, longed for me, I could feel the way his body pulled towards Law as well.
I should have been jealous of the way he wanted Law, or insecure perhaps. But there was too much history between us. It felt like Connor had loved me his whole life, and I’d come to realise I’d loved him for just as long. This mutual attraction we had for Law didn’t diminish what we felt for each other. Our bond was untouchable. I would rely on that bond to deepen and strengthen, even after all this was over. Until then, I wanted Connor to get everything he had ever wanted from this. It might be our only chance.
With that in mind, I removed myself from the space between them. “I think it’s time you both get naked for me.”
Law smiled. “Whatever you want, Gabi. We’ll give it to you.”
I waited for the two men to reach for their clothing before I spoke again. “Not so fast.” Lowering myself onto the edge of the nearby bed, I leaned back upon straight arms and crossed one leg over the other. The air felt cool against my skin as I sat there in only my lingerie and high heels. “I want to watch you undress each other.”
I smiled at their matching looks of surprise. Perhaps they thought I’d planned to be selfish with them tonight. Considering how much I looked forward to watching them together, that wasn’t far from the truth. “Touching is encouraged,” I told them, enjoying the role of mistress, “but no kissing—yet. This time, I get to decide when you kiss. You’ll do it to please me, as well as each other.”
Connor’s gaze remained on me, as if he wanted to make perfectly sure I wanted this, before he could let himself go. Law had no such qualms. Stepping up to the other man, he tugged Connor’s shirt free of his pants before starting to undo the buttons. When Connor still didn’t move, Law reached up to cup his face, turning his head so their eyes met. “Let’s give the lady what she asked for. Yeah?” With a quick nod, Connor agreed.
They didn’t rush through the process. When Law pushed Connor’s shirt free from his shoulders, he allowed his palms to follow the material down over the other man’s biceps. Next, Connor’s fingertips slipped into the band at the top of Law’s pants, dragging him closer, before he undid the button and lowered the zipper with exaggerated slowness. By the time they were down to their boxers, hands wandered at will. Grasping and caressing. Their erections rubbed together, straining against the confines of their underwear, and when they moved against each other it was more than two bodies meeting. It was the culmination of more than half a decade of desire, the clash of lust and affection. Connor’s hands took hold of Law’s head, bringing their faces close. Their breathing was ragged, their mouths open and thirsty for each other’s taste, but they didn’t kiss. They held back, because I’d told them to.
The knowledge broke something inside me, and my body wept for them, wanting them to finally know each other—and me.
