“Yes,” Portia gasped, digging her fingers into my shoulders. “Oh gods, right there.”
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and I lowered my head and captured a tightly puckered nipple between my lips. She cried out, her pussy clenching around my shaft.
Tavish growled behind me, thrusting harder. Stretching and filling me, his dick a heavy, warm weight in my body. Sweat trickled down my back as he drove into me again and again, his cockhead hitting the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Portia writhed beneath me, and her pussy gripped me like a silken fist with every thrust. The three of us moved together, finding a rhythm that built and built, our bodies slick with sweat and need.
“I’m close,” Portia gasped, her eyes locked on mine. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promised, struggling to hold back my release. I wanted to feel her come around me before I let myself go. I didn’t want to miss a moment of her release.
“Harder,” I told Tavish.
He plowed me. The bed shook, its curtains dancing. Skin slapped skin, and the air filled with our moans and the slick sounds of brazen, unrestrained sex.
I reached between Portia’s legs and found her clit. I circled the swollen bud with my thumb as I thrust into her. Tavish reached around and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between his thick fingers.
“Come for us, lass,” he commanded.
She obeyed, her back arching as she cried out. Her pussy clamped like a vise, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. With agroan, I buried myself to the hilt and emptied into her, my vision blurring at the edges.
Tavish’s rhythm faltered, and he drove into me one final time. His cock twitched and pulsed as he pumped his hot release inside me.
For a moment, we panted together in a tangle of sweaty limbs. Then Tavish pulled out and flopped onto the pillows beside Portia. I withdrew, then did the same on her other side. The three of us lay silently for several heartbeats as we caught our breath. My spectacles had slipped, and I pushed them back into place.
Portia’s eyes were already closing, exhaustion finally catching up with her.
“Sleep, lass,” I said quietly.
Tavish’s soft snore drew my gaze to him. He cuddled against Portia, his nose buried in her hair and one hand resting possessively over her breast.
I smiled. I’d worn them both out. Sleep tugged at my eyelids, and I rolled into Portia and slid an arm around her waist.
Despite the uncertainty of what came next, I had everything I needed in the world.
Chapter
Fifteen
PORTIA
Iwoke to moonlight.
It streamed through the gap in the curtains and fell over the table where the men and I had eaten.
And where Tavish had pushed the top of the whiskey decanter into Albie’s ass. The memory of it was going to stay seared in my brain forever.
More moonlight streamed over the bed—and the men sleeping on either side of me.
Albie lay to my left, his glasses folded neatly on the nightstand. A lock of blond hair had fallen over his forehead. My fingers itched to smooth it back, but I didn’t dare. He looked more boyish than usual in sleep, his lips slightly parted and his damaged eye hidden beneath his closed lid.
On my right, Tavish slept on his stomach with both arms wrapped around a pillow like he’d hunted and captured it. His hair was a dark river on the crisp white sheets. Moonlight turned the ancient swirls and symbols on his arms to silver.
They were so different. Tavish the huge, intimidating warrior was secretly soft as butter inside. And Albie looked gentle and scholarly until his clothes came off. Then he turned into a bossybottom, demanding exactly what he wanted precisely when he wanted it.
Arousal flared low in my body at the memory of it.
Gods, I was so,soscrewed.
Holding my breath, I eased from between them and slipped from the bed. Albie stirred, his brows pulling together, and I froze with my nightgown pinched between my fingers. After a tense moment, his forehead smoothed, and his breathing deepened.
