“Elliot,” she whispered.
He turned his face toward hers slightly and their eyes met. But before she could say anything further, Peter reentered the room. There was an electricity that sparked in her when the other man moved toward them. Elliot supposed it sparked in him, as well. Peter took the chair he had abandoned and leaned back in it, watching them for a moment.
Watched Merritt, holding her gaze evenly until she flexed ever so slightly against Elliot, like Peter had called to her pleasure. He sighed as he rubbed a hand against her leg.
“As much as I would like to continue what just started again when Mr. Reid came into the room, it’s been a very long day, Merritt. When we finish here, it might be best to sleep. Start again tomorrow after you’ve rested.”
She sucked in a breath. “Elliot!”
He sat up and turned more fully toward her. “I’ve seen you push yourself too far with pleasure and suffer for it later. We still have six days after this to explore every single thing you wish to explore.”
“Elliot is right,” Peter said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Merritt stuck out her bottom lip in the prettiest pout that Elliot wanted to nip with his teeth. That he wanted to slap her gorgeous backside for exposing. Instead he arched a brow at her.
She sighed. “Very well, I suppose you are right. I never sleep well the night before a road trip and we were up so very early. Rest will be for the best after we finish cleaning up. But I will expect to be rewarded for my good behavior tomorrow.”
Elliot cupped her cheeks and leaned in, tracing her lips with his tongue before he delved into a deep kiss. When they parted, her expression was slightly dazed with renewed passion.
“I promise you, Merritt, it will be something you never forget.”
She seemed satisfied by that answer. Or as satisfied as she could be considering she was being denied. And she sank back in the tub and finished washing herself, as did Elliot.
But he recognized that her gaze kept returning to Peter. That Peter’s eyes couldn’t seem to leave her. That he was, in these charged moments, the odd man out of their connection. He’d known that might happen when he’d brought Peter here. He just couldn’t resist giving her what she wanted.
He wouldn’t stop now, even if it meant he might lose some part of her…or even all of her…in the end.
CHAPTER7
Merritt
Merritt could feel the rays of sunshine against her eyelids even before she opened them, and she sighed as she slowly woke up from the most delicious dreams. Her body ached after all the exertion yesterday, but it was a wonderful ache. One that reminded her she had been well-loved by the two men in her bed.
That she would be well-loved all over again today.
As if to accentuate that fact, Elliot slung his arm around her from behind, tucking her back against his hard body with a drowsy sigh. She cuddled against him, enjoying the feel of him for a moment. She loved these sleepy mornings they shared together, when his hands would rove over her, his lips and eventually he’d fill her and make her come.
And sometimes he wouldn’t do any of those things, but just hold her close, like she was his most valued treasure. Murmur in her ear about their life together, about his interests or whatever he had done the previous day.
The mornings were when she usually found him most open, closest to her. Like the controlled marquess took longer to wake than the warm and caring man who was only called Elliot.
She sighed and rocked against him a little more, rubbing her backside against his naked cock. He was awake now. She felt it in the tension that entered his body, felt it when his hand tightened against one breast and he began to flick her nipple with his thumb. His cock grew hard against her.
She reached around to place a hand on his naked hip, gliding her thumb along the ridge of bone there, tracing the muscle. He made a soft sound before he pushed her hair aside and buried his mouth against the back of her neck.
He took his time with her, as if they had all day. As if Peter wasn’t in the bed with them. She opened her eyes to look at the other man, and smiled to find him sprawled out on his stomach, still sleeping.
Elliot’s hand stole between her legs now and she whimpered softly as he spread her folds and stroked her clitoris gently. She rested her head back, turning her face so he could kiss her. He did so, circling her endlessly as she shivered with pleasure.
He pulled away from her mouth and looked down at her. She nodded, lifting her backside a little, spreading herself open for him. He aligned his cock to her entrance and pulsed forward, filling her slowly so she could truly feel the stretch of him in her aching body. She flexed around him with a soft sigh and shut her eyes as he began to thrust, gently and with no sense of urgency. His fingers continued to circle her, creating pleasure that made her feel heavy and almost drunk on it and him.
It went on like that for a little while, them moving together like a soft wave on the ocean, not reaching for pleasure, but well-versed enough in each other’s bodies to know they would find it. When she opened her eyes again she found that Peter had moved.
He now lay on his side facing them and he was watching, pupils dilated with desire. He had pushed the covers away and was stroking himself. She looked back and found Elliot watching him, too, just as he had been every time they were together.
Peter smiled and tugged the covers away from them, too, so he could truly watch. She caught his hand before he could move it away and set it on her hip, next to where Elliot gripped her. She felt her husband increase his strokes at the action, then ease back into the previous lazy rhythm.
“Fuck,” Peter said softly, the only sound in the room except for the wet slapping sound of their joined bodies. “May I?”
