But he wouldn’t find one.
My breathing grew unsteady. My pulse raced, and desire coiled tightly in my lower belly. Hands shaking, I only gripped Landon harder. Clawing at him with need.
He knew I wanted it.
Wantedthem.
When he brought his fingers to his lips, his eyes fell closed at the first taste of me. As if it had been years instead of a day. And when he sucked deeply, he groaned.
“Fuck.” Kingston shuddered, one hand on the bedpost and the other adjusting his cock.
It strained against his dark gray slacks—reached for us—and Kingston let out a ragged breath as he stepped back and away from the bed.
With his white button-down still left open, my eyes jumped between him and Landon. The distance between them too much when I needed them both.
But Kingston thought of everything.
He was always two moves ahead. And as he sank into the plush leather chair by the window, angled toward the edge of the bed, he let us in on his grander plan.
“Lie back on the bed, Landon.”
Landon swallowed, his eyes still on mine. Waiting for my go-ahead even as he yearned to follow his King’s next command.
“Quinn?” When I looked at Kingston, he arched his brow in question. “Are you…? Does this please you, Lady Everly?”
His lips twitched, and though Landon stared between us, wondering what was going on, I understood. And I nodded.
Landon tensed, and I glanced down at him, running my hand through his hair. “I’m…good with this,” I said quietly, in case admitting I wanted it so badly I could barely breathe might sway his answer. “But only if you are, too.”
“What my Lady wants, my Lady gets.”
He stared at me for a moment longer before turning to Kingston. They locked eyes, and Landon nodded.
“Good,” Kingston murmured, gripping the arms of the chair. “Then, I believe you were given an order, Sir Lancelot.”
Landon’s eyes darkened, and when he returned them to mine, he scooted back on the bed. Biceps straining, his whole body coiled with restraint as he pushed himself backward. He didn’t break our stare until he took up the space at the center of the headboard. Then, he looked to Kingston for his next move.
But it was my turn.
“Come here, love.”
Kingston beckoned me over to him, and I approached on trembling legs. My knees weakened further by the look in his eyes. The hunger and longing.
He found the same in my voice as I stood in front of him, still trying to catch my breath. “You won’t join?”
Lifting my hand, he kissed my palm and cradled it against his cheek. “Soon, love. But for now, if you want, we can give each other this. I want you both to knowthis—what you feel for each other, what you’ve shared—is what I want. Without doubt.”
“Without fear or limits.”
“Exactly.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before slipping my hand away. Bringing it to the hem of my sleep shirt, I pulled it over my head and dropped it at our feet.
“Good girl.” Kingston’s voice rumbled through me, drawing me toward him even as his next command sent me away. “Now, climb on the bed and crawl to him.”
My eyebrows rose, and my pupils had to be blown wide just like his. As much as I wanted to convince him to join us, I wanted to follow his lead. I trusted him to lead us where we needed to go.
But when I got to the edge of the bed, right before I climbed on, I made a move of my own. One he probably hadn’t forgotten but had left out for decency, not wanting to order me to crawl naked while flashing him, or something honorable like that.
