The connection between the two of them was undeniable. I poured three glasses and waited until the bubbles subsided. She and Colt had shared an intellectual relationship, which had evolved into the physical realm. Glass in hand, I sipped at the cool wine, unbelieving of my good fortune.
“As you can attest, Lillian has been developing her skills at cock-sucking.”
“She is most proficient.” He dragged his hand through her hair, the veins in his arms prominent under his pale skin. I moved the footstool closer to his chair and angled my body until I was beside him. I was in no hurry but wished to savor themoment. Gavin had been right; I liked cock. Well, I liked Colt’s cock. No other man would ever replace him.
With my fingertip, I traced a path down his neck to his collarbone, following it with my mouth. His skin was fevered, the salty taste of him ambrosia. He was alive and solid beneath my palm, his breath increasing from our combined seduction. I leaned in and danced my lips across his nipple, sucking on the flesh. He arched into my mouth, his other hand slipping beneath the collar of my robe.
“I want you inside me, Kendrick,” Lillian said, her fingers gripping his girth. Feverish eyes met mine before she brought him farther into her throat.
“As you wish.” Winking at Cole, I pressed one last kiss to his mouth before I stood. I moved behind my wife, admiring the curve of her hips. The chemise had ridden up, leaving her lovely bottom bare. Gavin had been wrong about her. I would never grow bored of Lillian in or out of bed, nor could I imagine my life without her in it.
I cupped her between the legs, gliding one finger into her damp heat. She released a throaty moan, her legs parting even more. No other woman had, nor would, measure up to her. I used the slickness of her own essence to play my fingertip over the swollen nub in a series of circles, a move that drove her over the brink more than once. Slender hands worked Colt’s cock with an amplified tempo, her pussy weeping with need. I deepened the pressure on her cunny, and she shuddered.
“I believe Lady X is ready for your cock,” Colt said in a low growl. “And before you ask for permission to take her, do not expect an answer. I’ll scream to the rafters if she doesn’t finish what she started.”
He gripped the arm of the chair, the smell of his desire mingling with hers. The redness marring his chest spoke of hisgreat need. I was determined to satisfy my two lovers before thinking about my own fulfillment.
Muffled laughter issued from my wife as she took up the pace once more. With my palms on her hips, I drove my cock into her receptive body. Her snug sheath was almost my undoing. She moved her free hand between her legs, pleasuring herself, which only boosted my desire for her.
The fire crackled in the hearth, and the sound of our labored breathing filled the air. I watched Colt’s familiar face, seeing him with new eyes. I had taken him for granted, and if not for Lillian, I would never have known the joy I felt at this moment.
The tendons of his neck and chest stood out. He planted his feet on the floor with a harsh groan, his hips rising to meet her willing lips. Her inner muscles clenched around my cock; the pressure difficult to resist.
Colt bent down, his seeking lips dancing over her parted ones. The soft, sensual kisses they shared sent me over the edge. I allowed the pleasure to flow through me. With Lillian as my wife and Colt as my lover, I could not express how full my heart was. I would leave that to the writers in my life.
“Rest my heroes, for I have several scenes that will not write themselves,” Lillian said on a sleepy yawn. “I love being an author, almost as much as I love you both.”
My world existed in a different medium. I now knew what was missing in the sculpture I had made to commemorate my wedding night. Love. It was missing the love in the faces of the people I cared the most about.
I would rectify the mistake at the first available opportunity. Tonight, there was much more loving to do. I had been afraid to care for anyone and had almost lost out on what mattered most in life, the connection a man forged with those around him. Colt would forever be my friend, mentor, and lover. Lillian wouldbear my children, and together, we would raise them in a home full of love and friendship.
My marriage had come about on chance. With marble, a sculptor never knew how the grain of the stone would chip. Fate was like that stone. Either it was in your favor, or it wasn’t. I had been blessed that my fate had led me straight to Lillian.
With a little nudge from Colt.
Chapter Forty-One
Sir Colt Lawrence
“Are you ready for the first scene?” Lady Lillian sat at the typewriter, her fingers poised over the keys. Her sheer chemise revealed the rosy tips of her nipples. With her long, sleek legs crossed, she never looked more appealing.
“We are awaiting your every word.” My hand gripping Lord Kendrick’s bare bicep, I was eager to explore every inch of his naked body. His dark hair was down, brushing his shoulders, and I sank my fingers into the thickness. Every night after a long day at the shipping company, I closed my eyes and recalled our unforgettable encounters in Scotland. Thanks to Lady Lillian, we were revisiting the story of Lord Golden, the dark knight, and Lady X.
“‘Lord Golden had been liberated from a fate worse than death. He’d been kidnapped by the evil doctor Paulson and thrown into a dungeon to draw out the dark knight. Nothing short of death would stop the dark knight from rescuing his comrade-in-arms. He broke into the jail and swept the prone man into his arms.’” She stared at us with a pointed look, her fingers no longer moving. “Well, pick up the prone man.”
