CHAPTER9
Merritt
Never before had Merritt seen Elliot sleep so deeply. Normally the tiniest sound or movement woke him, but this morning he was flat on his stomach, unmoving. She turned on her side toward him, then looked past him to where Peter had fallen asleep after they’d gotten Elliot into bed the previous night.
Her two men. Hers. And each other’s now.
On the settee, it had been the first time she’d felt like they truly all made love together. Before it had been powerful, yes. But both men had only been focused on her. Not that she was complaining, of course. To have two such amazing men driven to make her shake with pleasure? She could only be so fortunate.
But on the settee last night, it had been aboutallof them. Pleasure for pleasure, no one person rising above the rest. Everyone fitting into each other and offering a piece of the full puzzle.
She’d wanted more, but Peter had dissuaded her. After such a powerful exchange, they all needed to sort out what had happened. What feelings had been brought up. What realizations had been had by them all.
Peter leaned up on his elbows and smiled at her from across Elliot. “Good morning,” he whispered.
She reached across her husband to take Peter’s hand in hers, which he lifted to his mouth and kissed gently. A needy fire lit between her legs immediately. God’s teeth, she was a wanton. She’d known that for a long while, celebrated it regularly in her marriage bed, but these two men seemed determined to prove it over and over.
He arched a brow like he could read her mind. “Wicked little minx,” he whispered.
“Yes,” Elliot said without lifting his head or opening his eyes. “She certainly is that. Like a lovely little cat in heat, arching her back and lifting herself to be had.”
“You cannot judge me for what you made me, my lord,” she teased, and leaned down to kiss the back of his shoulder. He rolled toward her, sliding his fingers through her hair, drawing her down for a more proper kiss. Then he looked to Peter, still a little uncertain.
Peter seemed nothing like it and pressed his own kiss to Elliot’s lips. Elliot gave a satisfied sigh as he pulled away.
“The servants come back today,” he announced. “To tidy up for us and bring fresh supplies.”
Merritt couldn’t help the disappointment that moved through her at the idea of an interruption of this dreamworld, even a brief one. “When?”
Elliot sat up partially and squinted at the clock on the mantel. He was utterly adorable with his dark hair mussed and his normally stern face more relaxed. “Er, a couple of hours.”
“Well, that gives us all time to dress and ready ourselves and eat,” Merritt said. “But then what should we do? I know no one will bother us if we stay in the house, but we can’t exactly sit on the settee and diddle each other while they dust around us.”
“Or can we?” Peter asked with a wicked waggle of his eyebrows. “Put on a show? I’m very good at writing the script.”
She leaned across Elliot and swatted Peter lightly. “No, we cannot. I may not seem like I care, but I make a concerted effort not to scandalize the poor servants!”
Elliot rolled his eyes toward Peter. “She’s a terrible prude that way.”
A choked laugh was Peter’s response. “Yes, I can see that about her. You and I will have to work harder to loosen her up.”
“If you loosen me any further, I will be nothing but a pile of orgasming flesh.” Merritt arched her brow. “Now stop taunting me long enough to help me come to a decision. What should we do today while the house is occupied?”
“I got up earlier and noted what a gorgeous day it looks to be,” Peter said. “What about a long walk together? We haven’t exactly been taking advantage of this beautiful setting.”
Elliot shook his head. “Oh yes, we have.” He reached out to trace his hand down Merritt’s side and she shivered. Then he withdrew. “But a walk would likely do us all good.”
“And a picnic?” Merritt asked.
Elliot’s eyes lit up with pleasure at the idea. “Yes. I know a cove just up the beach that would be the perfect place. Let’s get ready and then off we go.”
Merritt nodded and began to rise from the bed, but Peter caught her hand and dragged her back, pulling her across Elliot so she was lying half on her husband and half in the slender space between the men.
“Countersuggestion,” Peter said with a wicked smile. “First we take turns forcing Merry to make that sound we both like so much.”
“Oh, yes,” Elliot agreed, his eyes lighting up even further. “Thatsound. I would very much like to hear her make that sound.”
“Andthenwe can take our walk,” Peter said, coaxing his hands down her body. Elliot’s joined, their fingers tangling over her with the purpose of her pleasure. Merritt relaxed back and let them worship her, seduce her, let them make her believe this was all that existed and nothing else would ever matter.
