“Kiss him,” she whispered.
Both men froze and Oliver moved his gaze to her. “What?”
“I can see you want to,” she explained. “I’m not a fool and I’m certainly not as innocent as I might appear to be. You two want each other, don’t you?”
Both men were silent a moment, staring at each other. It was like she wasn’t there in that moment, even though Ezra’s breath was caressing her skin and Oliver’s hand was cupping her backside gently. They were both caught up in each other.
Finally, instead of answering, Ezra leaned down. His fingers slid into Oliver’s thick hair and he gently tilted the other man’s head. Then he lowered his mouth, slowly, painfully slowly, perhaps to give Oliver a chance to pull away. But he didn’t.
And they kissed.
CHAPTER6
Oliver
Ezra Pembroke tasted like mint and a hint of whisky. He tasted like desire and forbidden fantasies that Oliver had always kept close to his chest, exploring only in places where he felt completely safe. His head spun as Ezra’s tongue gently probed past his lips, as he made a low groan of pleasure that seemed to reverberate through every nerve ending in Oliver’s body.
And if that wasn’t enough, Anna ground down on his lap, making her own little sigh of pleasure and desire. Oliver didn’t know what to do with it all. He’d been aware for a very long time that he loved Anna. He’d tried not to label it, but it had swelled so powerfully as she rode him, her eyes locked with his, that he couldn’t deny it to himself anymore. He loved her, he had always loved her, he would always love her.
But now there was this other person, wedging himself into the mix. And Ezra’s kiss was so fucking intoxicating, it made Oliver wish he could have everything.
At last Ezra pulled away. He smiled down at Oliver and his fingers glided gently out of his hair. He focused his attention on Anna now. “And what about you, Your Grace?” he asked.
She wobbled against Oliver, her legs tightening around his ever so slightly. “Me?”
“Do you want a kiss, as well?” Ezra asked, his tone hypnotic.
She glanced at Oliver, looking for permission that he was not equipped to give. She wasn’t his. She could never be his aside from what had just happened. Still, he found himself nodding, fascinated as Ezra cupped her chin and tilted it upwards. Her breath wobbled from her lungs as he brushed his lips to hers. Teasing, toying until Anna’s fingers tightened against Oliver’s shoulders. Oliver shifted, cupping her backside tighter, rubbing her against him until she moaned lightly against Ezra’s lips and Ezra shuddered with pleasure.
Then he stepped back. “Stay with me,” he said, his tone low and rough.
Anna blinked in what seemed to be confusion and Oliver’s eyes went wide. “What does that mean?”
“You’ll have to stay tomorrow anyway, thanks to the storm. But stay longer. Stay the week. Stay with me and let me paint you. Stay with me and let me…let me be with you. Both of you.”
There was a flicker of vulnerability in that request. One that Ezra quickly erased from his features. But Oliver had seen it. Beneath that commanding presence was a man who longed for connection. Longed for passion. Longed for…well, perhaps all people longed for more. But when he saw that brief sparkle in this man’s gorgeous blue eyes, he wanted to lean into it. To save him.
But now it was gone and the question remained.
“You want to be with us?” Anna asked softly. “Each?”
“Both,” Ezra corrected softly. “Unless the idea of it troubles you.”
Anna’s brow arched. “You seem to be under the impression that I am an innocent little lamb. But I’m not. I have not been with two men at the same time, but…” She shivered. “The idea has always been intoxicating. And since I’m going to go into a situation with very few pleasures, I want all the pleasure I can have now. Only this isn’t just my decision. Oliver has a right to refuse.”
“I would do whatever you desired,” Oliver said instantly.
Ezra shook his head. “Not good enough. If we are to do this, Oliver, I want it to be because you want me. You want to feel my cock inside of you. You want to watch me touch her and taste her while your cock is in her mouth. That you want to show me how to make her come as hard and as powerfully as you just did. That’s the only way this works.”
Oliver was shaking with the power of those words. With the images and the longing that they created. He didn’t respond with words but reached up to cup the back of Ezra’s neck. He drew him down and kissed him again, slow and long and deep. Then he released him and did the same to Anna, feeling her sag against him in renewed desire. Their flavors mingled on his tongue and made his head spin.
“I want all of that,” he whispered, his voice trembling.
Ezra nodded and motioned to the big bed that had been hidden behind the curtain. The one Anna and Oliver had foregone for the use of the settee while they made love. “May I suggest we take this to the bed?”
Anna leaned in and kissed Oliver again, then slowly eased herself off his lap. Ezra took her hand and led her to the bed, where she climbed up and rested back against the pillows. Oliver followed and Ezra motioned at him to join her.
“I’m going to undress,” he explained. “Make her come again. I want her wet for me.”
