“I’m happy.” I watched Oliver’s actions with hungry eyes, my cunny hugging his member as I rose up on my knees, impaling myself. The sensations became almost too much each time I took him deeper inside my body.
“As am I.” Noah chuckled, his breath hot against my skin. “I am sure Amelia would be especially happy if you played with her cunny while you fucked her.”
“Like this?” Oliver thumbed the nub at the juncture of my thighs.
“Yes, like that.” I gasped, losing every last bit of control. I ground my pelvis onto him, my insides exploding from the force of my release. A high-pitched scream escaped me, my head falling forward.
Oliver threw his head back, the tendons standing out. He shuddered under me, pumping Noah’s cock with more speed.
Noah grunted, his forearm covering his eye as he spunked.
I slumped over my husband’s prone body, unable to muster the resolve to move. He lifted my face and brought me in for a soft kiss, the gentleness adding to the beauty of the moment.
I lifted my head and traced a path down his strong nose. “I love you, my duke.”
His laughter warmed me. “And I you, my duchess.”
“Get some rest, you two. There’s much more to experience this night,” Noah said on a yawn.
I glanced at my brother-in-law and offered him a grateful grin. Because of him, the awkwardness had left us, and our bedding had been successful. As pleased as I was, guilt still plagued me. What I had read in Sally’s diary had to remain a secret. Noah would be devastated if he knew the truth, and I’d protect him and the boys at all costs. “Indeed.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lord Noah Peterson
I stretched out on the bed and turned my head to see Oliver looking at me. Amelia was curled up on her side, her generous breasts visible. Heavy-lidded eyes watched me, and I could hardly credit I was fortunate enough to bed a woman with her open nature. I was pleased to have guided Oliver into a successful coupling that resulted in pleasure for his bride. My own body was still primed for more. “Are you ready for round two?” I asked.
Oliver splayed his hand over my belly, a healthy color tinting his cheeks. His readiness shone through his sparkling blue gaze. He’d been denying himself physical pleasure, and I had no doubt he’d be eager to make up for it while he could. “Will you bugger me?” he asked.
“What is buggering?” Amelia propped up on her elbow and frowned. Her silky hair fell over her shoulder, covering her chest. A pink-tipped nipple peeked through the heavy mass, notching my desire up to a higher level.
Oliver cleared his throat. The rosiness on his cheeks turned a darker hue. Our earlier coupling had been rather traditional—if one considered three people in bed traditional.
“It is when a man bum fucks another man,” Oliver said.
Her eyelids widened in surprise. “Won’t that hurt?”
Laughing, I shook my head and fingered a strand of her hair. The silky mass was cool to the touch. The skin beneath my knuckle was not. “It is ambrosia, but I’m uncertain if you would enjoy it.”
Head tilted, she studied me for a long moment, her mind clearly processing the information. The fact she hadn’t run from the room was a positive. “But you do?” she asked.
“I do. Are you offended at the idea?” I had to gain her opinion on the matter before we went any further. She was progressive thinking, but not everyone was open to such play. Many thought it an abomination.
After a telling moment, she shrugged and offered a sheepish smile. “I’m not sure. I never thought I would see two men kissing and touching each other, yet I enjoyed watching the two of you. Thus I will have to see for myself, won’t I?”
