Her movements pushed her breasts more fully into my mouth, and I kneaded the fullness. I hadn’t been with a woman since Elizabeth. Birdie wasn’t as experienced as my former fiancée. Both were widows. Bedding a virgin wasn’t important to me.
“Something is happening to me,” Birdie said with a joyous laugh, her hips rolling, the air coming in pants from her mouth. She dug her nails into my scalp, her need palpable. Ash hadn’t lied about his skills, as attested by Birdie’s continuing little moans. Raw need emanated from her, speaking to my own growing desperation. A reedy scream emitted from her parted lips, her hips bucking until she fell back onto the mattress. Her arm moved over her forehead, her breasts heaving.
“I think Birdie is ready for a tup.” Ash rolled off the bed, looking rather pleased with himself, his cock standing at attention. His self-assurance was one of his greatest strengths, and I admired him for his adventurousness. He’d lost some of the spark after Suzette left, but it was slowly returning. Birdie seemed to bring it out of him, another thing I was grateful to her for.
“I couldn’t agree more,” she said on a sleepy yawn, stretching her back.
Ash approached my side and, clutching my jaw, swept his mouth over mine, the taste of him combined with sensual woman was heady. He lifted his head, a mischievous spark in his heated regard. “You owe me a bugger,” he said.
Before I could respond, he turned and moved into the main room, his taut arse and long legs creating a seductive picture.
“You owe him as in he gets to bugger you, or the other way around?” Birdie licked her lips, a look of utter satisfaction in her softened gaze.
“The other way around.” Ash returned seconds later with the box of condoms. The skin over his cheekbones was taut, his features hardened with unsuppressed desire. “Given the circumstances, I am assuming you have no form of contraception with you, therefore, we will need these all around.”
I ached to take her and to allow Ash to bugger me. “This will be an adventure for all of us,” I said, drawing her closer to my body. “I would like to bed you.”
“I would like you to bed me.” She traced a finger down my nose and nodded, finding my mouth once more. Ash slipped the condom on me while I kissed Birdie. My tongue delving into her mouth, I kissed her with more urgency as Ash readied my center with his talented fingers.
“You might want to prop her hips up on the pillow to make it easier for us,” Ash suggested.
The time had arrived and I grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed as he recommended. I rolled Birdie onto her back. Her thighs cradled my cock, her heat nearly my undoing. I nibbled at her chin, my cock sliding into her slick heat. She stiffened beneath me, biting her bottom lip.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked. She had said she hadn’t had relations since her husband’s death three years before. Thus it made sense for the first time to be uncomfortable. This would be the one and only time we’d share intimacies, and I wanted her to enjoy it.
“No, not hurt. I am simply adjusting to the newness of it all.” Her eyes widened, and she lowered her gaze. Tension in her jaw. “I mean the newness of a new lover. Would you be offended if I asked for a kiss? I do so enjoy your kisses.”
“Kissing you is not an imposition,” I replied. My forearms resting beneath her shoulders, I did as she asked. Ash parted my arse and began to slip his cock inside me. With Birdie’s pussy clutching my cock and his length breaching my center, I was hard-pressed not to spunk.
My stomach clenched, and I closed my eyes, my senses bombarded from different angles. Ash sank into me, his hands holding me in place. I began to rock my hips, his thrusts matching my own. I stared down at Birdie, her cheeks flushed a healthy glow. Ash set the rhythm and Birdie and I were along for the ride.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Inspector Liam Ashton
“I like the view from here.” I gripped Moran’s hips, his torso bent over Birdie’s prone form, her hair in disarray over the pillow. Placing a pillow under her hips had lifted Moran to a more convenient position. All of this was new to me, even though I had written stories along the same lines. It was rather interesting for the three of us to be in such a tantalizing position. Thus far, Birdie had balked only one time and it was understandable given her history. So many men I knew only thought to please themselves, not their partners. My dislike for Frank increased, and I stifled a bark of jealous laughter.
“I like the view from here,” Birdie said on a breathy laugh.
Moran chuckled, the husky sound raw and unguarded. “I much rather prefer the view beneath me and behind me.”
“Cheeky prat.” The sensations cutting through my body had much to do with passion, and a growing emotion that I didn’t want to have for Birdie. From the beginning, it was apparent that Moran and she were meant to be together, and I would do what was best to make him see the light. I plunged in and out of him, his tightness drawing me in. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the snow continuing to fall outside the window in large flakes, making me believe that I would have at least one more day with two people who had come to mean the most to me outside of my family.
Had she only trusted me, Suzette might be with Moran and me right now. Like Birdie, she was open to new experiences. I looked back at Moran, my hand sliding up his back, my fingertips seeking out the muscles that splayed on either side of his spine. He was a magnificent specimen indeed, all lean muscles and sinew.
