“Remembering?” he asked.
She nodded and her eyes began to sting with tears.
His brow wrinkled and then he reached out. “Here, may I?”
She nodded again and his arms came around her. He dragged her closer under the covers until her body molded to his, separated only by the thin barrier of blankets. She buried her face into his bare neck, shaking as he smoothed his hands along her back gently.
It was meant as comfort, of course. Or at least that was what she’d told herself when she allowed it. Only now it felt like something different. His warmth shook away the fearful images, but replaced it with the wanting she’d been trying to deny since the moment she’d stepped into this man’s study.
She’d been married a short time, but she’d felt alone all those months. Stephen’s ideas of pleasure had very rarely involved any kind of intimacy with her. Or comfort. Or pleasure that she didn’t provide with her own hand. And now this handsome, delicious man was holding her, and her body lifted against him of its own accord.
His hands stilled on her back and he leaned away, staring down into her face. She stared right back up, trying hard not to judge herself for what she wanted. What she needed, after this long, horrible day.
“Naomi,” he whispered.
“Please,” she said back.
That seemed to erase all the doubt on his face. He lowered his mouth, and suddenly he was kissing her. And not gently either. His tongue drove inside her mouth like he couldn’t control the passion and she opened to him, fisting her hands on his chest as his fingers traced down her spine and then tangled in the covers. He pushed them down, removing the barrier they created.
Her whole body tingled as he kicked the blankets away and cupped her backside, pulling her even closer as the kiss deepened and spiraled out of control and into madness. She didn’t care. She wanted to drown in him. To feel him. To forget today and all the fear and pain that burned inside of her.
“Do you want to feel good, Naomi?” he asked as he drew back just enough to speak.
She nodded, her movements jerky. “Y-yes,” she whispered. “Please, please make me feel good.”
“Roll over,” he ordered.
She was shaking as she did so. And when she did, she froze. In the heat of the moment she’d allowed herself to forget that Everett was in the room, so caught up was she in Marcus. And he’d been so quiet, sitting there in his chair, that he could have been asleep. Only he wasn’t. He was slouched down low on the chair, and he was just…watching them.
She bit her lip as Marcus wrapped his arm around her midsection and drew her back so that her bottom was firmly against his pelvis. She felt the hardness of him against her, grinding as he slid his hands up to cup her breasts through her chemise.
The act blurred her concerns about Everett. Stephen hadn’t liked her breasts. Told her they were too full. No one had touched them in so long, and as Marcus flicked his thumbs over her, she ground back against him with a gasp of pleasure.
Across the room, Everett’s eyes lit up and he lowered a hand to the harsh line of his cock, which was visible through his trousers. He rubbed his fingers along the fabric as she locked eyes with him.
This was happening. And she didn’t care how wanton it was. She wanted it. She wanted Everett to watch and Marcus to fuck, and that was what she was going to get.
Behind her, Marcus slid his fingers into the straps of her chemise and drew it down, over her arms, bunching it at her waist. The warm air from the fire brushed over her hard nipples, and she let out another long sigh.
Everett was unbuttoning his trousers now, pulling himself free. Her lips parted as she watched him stroke a hand over his entire length, and his eyes fluttered shut for just a moment. Then he opened them again and held her gaze once more so that her sex jolted with the wickedness of it.
Marcus’s mouth moved to her neck, sucking there as he urged her onto her back. She did what he wanted, lifting into a too-brief kiss before he dropped his mouth to her nipples and sucked. She almost levitated off the bed as pleasure mobbed her. Almost enough to come, not quite.
He sucked and licked, laving first one breast and then the other until she had no breath and her voice was rough from moaning. Then he pushed her back onto her side and tugged the rest of the chemise off.
She was naked and arched back into him, trying to find a way to get closer. He chuckled as he licked her neck again, sucking. She felt his hand pushing between their writhing bodies, and tensed as he unfastened the fall front on his trousers. Then his hot length hit her backside and she gasped once more.
She didn’t have to look at him to know he was big. He was hard. And she was going to get what she wanted. He maneuvered her, guiding her into the right position, and then he stroked the head of himself across her soaking wet entrance.
“Please,” she murmured, looking at Everett while feeling Marcus.
She didn’t have to say it twice. He spread her open and then he was pushing inside. She stretched to accommodate him, grinding back as he filled her inch by inch. He reached around, pressing his fingers against her clitoris as he began to thrust. She met him with each stroke, grinding against his hand and his cock as pleasure built inside of her from some deep, powerful place.
Everett stroked his cock in time, almost like he was the one inside of her. She held his stare as he pleasured himself, watching his neck strain as he observed her with Marcus.
And then her orgasm was there, powerful as she writhed out of control, riding the waves of pleasure as she gripped Marcus harder. He grunted against her neck, pounding faster now, harder, deeper. Everett did the same, and as her orgasm faded, both men came, Everett against his hand, Marcus by pulling from her body and pumping between them.
Marcus pulled her against him tightly, and she found herself snuggling back into his arms. Everett smiled, panting as he mouthed,Sleep.
