I shook my head at my mother’s diabolical maneuvering. “Your modern vocabulary is making impressive strides.” Although, he and Albie still preferred kilts.
That made three of us.
Tavish tossed me lightly in his arms. “I’m a fast learner.”
I slapped his shoulder. “Don’t do that!”
He did it again. Albie laughed.
“Obey your future queen!” I cried, fighting my own laughter.
Tavish lowered his voice. “You think you can control me, lass?”
I rolled my eyes. “Please. You can be bribed with pie and a sleeve of chocolate chip cookies.”
He brightened. “True.”
By the time we reached our bedroom, we were shifting to smoke, our clothes falling away as we stumbled to the bed.
The men were on me as soon as my back hit the mattress, their hands roaming everywhere. I moaned as they stroked and squeezed my waist, my breasts, my thighs.
Tavish pulled back, his blue eyes locking on Albie. “Put them on,” Tavish said softly.
Albie’s cheeks flushed pink. My desire cranked higher as he left the bed and pulled a pair of glasses from the bedside table drawer. The wire rims were purely decorative, his sight restored and his headaches a thing of the past.
But he lookedparticularlygood in them.
He slid them on, adjusting them with his slender fingers.
Tavish groaned. My breath hitched. Albie’s mismatched eyes were even more intense behind the lenses, the brown and green somehow brighter.
“Keep the glasses on, darling,” Tavish murmured, reclining on his elbows with his legs slightly spread. His cock strained thick and ready against his stomach. He crooked his finger at Albie. “Come over here.”
Albie climbed back on the bed and crawled between Tavish’s thighs. I watched, transfixed as Albie leaned down and slowly, deliberately sucked Tavish’s cock into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Tavish breathed, tipping his head back. His dark hair streamed over the bedding, and a muscle jumped in his jaw.
Albie bobbed his head, taking Tavish to the back of his throat on every pass. His glasses slipped down his nose, and he pushed them back up without breaking rhythm. My pussy clenched, and I dug my teeth into my bottom lip.
Tavish’s blue eyes found mine. “Come here, Wife,” he rumbled.
I went to him on my hands and knees, thrilling at the way he devoured the sway of my breasts. When I reached him, he made a little twirling gesture.
“Turn around.”
The second I complied, he lifted me by the waist and settled me across his shoulders, my head facing Albie. Then he pulled me back so I straddled his face. With a fierce growl, he thrust his tongue inside me.
“Tavish!” I gasped, already rocking.
Albie paused his attentions on Tavish’s cock, his eyes darkening as he watched me squirm on Tavish’s face. Tavish squeezed my ass, spreading me wider, and I clenched my jaw so I wouldn’t scream.
“He loves the way you taste,” Albie said, giving Tavish’s glistening cock a leisurely stroke. “And I love watching him make you fall apart.”
I panted, my hips rolling as Tavish fluttered his tongue over my clit.
Albie moved forward, his dick bouncing as he moved up Tavish’s body. He went to his stomach, his cock lodged against Tavish’s and his face less than an inch from my pussy.
His warm breath fluttered over my sodden center as he smoothed his hands up my splayed thighs. “Do you want to know something else?” he whispered.
