She began to rock over him, lifting her hands to press them to Aiden’s chest, their eyes meeting. “I want to watch you fuck him, too,” she whispered, shocked at how bold these men made her.
Aiden nodded, his smile fading, his expression turning wild and wicked. He caught her hand and poured a little of the oil over her palm and fingers, then set the bottle aside as she gripped his cock. She rolled her hips over Wren again and again even as she stroked Aiden with her fist, watching his head dip back against his shoulders, his mouth open to expel a shaky breath.
Wren lifted beneath her and she gasped, herself, lost in the sensation of him for a moment. Aiden smiled at him over her shoulder and then withdrew from her palm and positioned himself at the arse he had been preparing. “Ready?” he asked, and Emilia knew it wasn’t her he was asking.
“Yes.” Wren’s voice was garbled and harsh behind her, and he stopped breathing entirely as Aiden pressed himself at the entrance and then moved forward.
Emilia held still and watched, knowing exactly how good this man felt when he took her just like this. When he stretched her arse while she was being taken by another. She knew exactly how full and achy Wren had to be.
Aiden’s fingers came into her hair and he kissed her hard and deep as together they began to move against Wren. He was moaning and arching beneath them both, and they became one organism, seeking pleasure, unaware of anything else in the world but each other and the pleasure they created.
“Come for me,” Aiden whispered against her lips.
She was so close to the edge, his request wasn’t hard to honor. She ground down against Wren faster, her legs shaking, her brow sweaty with exertion and sensation. The pleasure built, curling through her entire being, and then the waves hit and she cried out, clinging to Aiden as he increased his own pace. Wren was incoherent now, moaning out his own pleasure. He came as her orgasm began to fade, filling her while Aiden gripped his fingers against her hips and did the same to him.
His kiss deepened, slowed, and Wren sat up behind her, his arms coming around her stomach, his mouth against her shoulder. “God, that was everything.”
She nodded as she broke Aiden’s kiss. “Everything,” she repeated as she traced his cheek with a finger and then turned her head so she could kiss Wren.
Slowly they all parted, and Aiden fetched damp cloths so they could carefully clean themselves up from the sticky results of the passion they’d shared. Then they collapsed on the bed together, legs tangled and mouths seeking as the warmth of pleasure and love settled into the quiet room. Emilia was floating off to sleep when there was the sound of the bell ringing from the other room.
She felt Wren stiffen and she opened one eye to see him staring at Aiden. There was silent communication that went between them, something secret that she didn’t understand, and immediately she went on alert as Wren slipped from the bed and threw Aiden’s dressing gown over his gorgeous, naked form.
Without a word, he exited the room and shut the door behind him. She heard the door outside open, heard Wren’s voice though she didn’t understand the words, and another voice respond. Then the door shut. Even after a few moments, Wren didn’t return, and she looked up at Aiden. His expression was pinched and worried.
“What are you two hiding?” she asked.
Aiden glanced down at her sharply. “Nothing.”
She sat up now and shook her head. “Sweetest Aiden, do you forget that I know you two? I can see when you’re lying. What is it?”
“Nothing to trouble yourself about. Is that better?” he asked. “Let Wren take care of?—”
He didn’t get to finish the sentence. Emilia got up and without dressing left the room and entered the main chamber of the cottage. Wren was sitting at the desk in the corner, bent over a letter.
“What are you hiding from me?” she asked without preamble.
Wren’s gaze jerked up and he set the letter face down so she couldn’t see, which did nothing to make her less certain that it was about her. She folded her arms across her bare breasts and shook her head.
“Have we not hidden enough from each other in the attempt to protect ourselves? Have we not gone through enough and become enough to each other now to trust that we are strongertogether?”
She felt Aiden at her back, then his hand came to cup her hip. “She’s right,” he said softly. “She’s right, Wren.”
For a moment, Wren was frozen, staring at the two of them. Emilia could practically see him working through all the answers, all the arguments. But at last, he bent his head slightly and then got up and came across the room to her, the letter in hand.
“It’s from the viscount,” he said softly. “In answer to a message I had posted from London by a fellow investigator I trust implicitly, Derrick Huntington. I also asked him to do a bit of looking into the viscount’s activities, so there is also a note from him in the pages behind the viscount’s.” He hesitated and didn’t offer her the heavy vellum sheets yet. “Emilia, what you read will be troubling. I…I hesitate to hurt you."
She gritted her teeth as she held out a hand. “I already know my husband’s disdain for me and I suspect far darker motives to his actions. I need to see this. I need to know where I stand.”
Wren cleared his throat and looked at Aiden. “Then let’s get you something to put on and we can sit together and look at this. And decide what our next move is.”
“Yes,” Aiden said softly. “We’ll be with you, Emilia, no matter what.”
She nodded but from Wren’s pale expression and Aiden’s dire tone, she was beginning to fear what she would read more and more. Because she knew, perhaps better than either of them, that what was about to happen could change everything. What she was about to read could tear them all apart.
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Wren
