“It would make the most sense.” Flynn sipped at his own tea, his lips pursed. He habitually did the same thing when he was in the throes of passion’s embrace. Rain continued to pelt the windows, making a sharp, pinging sound against the glass. “It is miserable out there.”
“It is a good thing we are in no hurry to leave.” I would never look at him again in the same light. Just the thought of the way his lips pleasured my cunny made my body ache for more.
“My day is blissfully free.” Rex settled his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, leaning farther back in his seat.
“You and Eleanor are welcome to stay longer if that is your wish.” Flynn exhaled a long breath and tapped his thumb on the tabletop. “I will be jealous, of course.”
“Of course.” Rex smiled but didn’t open his eyes.
“As much as I would like to stay, we should get home. I am eager to look at my correspondence.” I looked from Rex to Flynn, heat warming my cheeks. My mouth turning suddenly dry, I cupped the teacup and tapped my nail against the side. “I am supposed to hear back from the conservatory to see if I’ve been accepted to attend classes under some of the world’s best musical talents.”
Rex nearly toppled over in his chair and caught himself at the last moment. His alarmed gaze shot to Flynn, a telling flush on his cheeks.
My stomach dropped, and my elation faded in an instant. “Is something wrong?”
“No, of course not.” Rex stood and tipped the chair onto two legs to inspect it. “This chair is wobbly.”
Flynn merely shook his head. “We will need to inform Withers.”
With a nod, Rex replaced the offending chair with a new one, his back to me.
Something was definitely off with him. His strange reaction put me on edge. We read each other well, and he was clearly uncomfortable with my news. He tended to be supportive of me in all my endeavors; thus, I couldn’t shake the sense that the news did not thrill him, regardless of what he’d told me the night we made love on the piano.
“If you don’t wish me to attend, please tell me now.” I would be devastated if he wasn’t supportive. My rebellious side was determined to do it no matter what he said.
He reached across the table to clasp my hand. “If you wish to attend, you have my blessing.” Sincerity rested in his green gaze. “I will be on pins and needles until we return home.”
The tension left me in a wave, and I nodded. “Thank you.”
“You are very talented.” Flynn laid his hand on my other one, and we sat thus for a long moment. The weight of his hand was a comfort. Those same hands had gripped my bottom while he slid his cock into my cunny. I had only bedded Rex, and being with another man was equally as invigorating as being with my husband. Flynn was a solicitous lover. I couldn’t help wondering if I would have lost my inhibitions sooner had I married him. He had a way of bringing out the lustful side of me.
“It is amazing how one decision can change the course of an entire relationship,” I said. “If you had asked me to have a ménage à trois when I was seventeen, I would have slapped you for your cheek before I fainted...well, pretended to anyway.” It pained me to admit that I would have been shocked by my behavior.
“Imagine if we knew then what we knew now how our lives would have turned out. What would you do differently?” Rex asked.
“Nothing truly. There are some things I regret. I would be lying if I said that wasn’t the case. I love being your wife and a mother. One day, I would like to play the violin in a concert hall.”
“That is a possible goal for you to accomplish.” Flynn nodded, a soothing presence in light of our heavy conversation. “You certainly are brilliant enough. One of Olivia’s friends—Lady Winnie Parker—is a celebrated singer with the voice of an angel.”
“Olivia has mentioned her,” I said.
“I know her husband, Lord Parker, a nice bloke if not a bit impulsive.” Flynn ran a hand through his hair. “I saw the lady perform. She is comely and a bit on the cheeky side. Rather like Olivia.”
“Knowing both of you, I have come to the conclusion that you are the male version of Olivia. Or she is the female version of you, whichever you prefer.” Personally I thought Flynn and Olivia complemented each other. My friend didn’t want to admit he had feelings for her. It was obvious to everybody except him that they were well-suited.
Rex tilted his head and considered my comment, flashing a taunting smile at Flynn in the process. “I believe you are on the mark on that one, my love.”
Flynn wrinkled his nose. “I don’t believe you are. Olivia is pushy, arrogant, and, well, she and I are nothing alike.”
Eyebrow cocked, Rex continued to stare at Flynn, laughter in his regard. “Perhaps a long look in the mirror might show you your true reflection.”
“If I didn’t have somewhere to be, I would make you pay for that remark.” Flynn reddened at Rex’s good-natured ribbing. “I have a long memory, remember that.”
“Olivia also has a good memory,” I said, winking at Rex.
Although I enjoyed our time together, and the intimacy was unforgettable, we had to be realistic. A relationship betweenthree people would be difficult to keep secret for long. The biggest challenge to overcome was that all three of us were very vocal when it came to our physical pleasure, which could raise eyebrows. However, there was nothing stopping us from meeting secretly like we were right now.
