“I could take more.”
“I think we’ve broken her.” Liam tried to laugh, but he was so out of breath that he almost couldn’t. “First one we’ve broken, Ben.”
“I’m not broken.” Eden sat up above them both, hands on their stomachs. “I’m perfect.”
Neither argued with her.
Eden was the first in the bathroom, and while someone tried to follow her, she asked for a few minutes alone to recollect herself. After two men being all up in her business for half an hour, all Eden wanted to do was rinse off in the shower and come back to their cuddling when she was good and clean.Thenthey could keep doing that whole emotional bonding thing.
Still, it was rather strange that neither Liam nor Benson knocked on the door to see if they could come in or join her in the shower. Then again, Liam had another bathroom with a working shower – maybe they were in there, respecting her request for some privacy.
She wrapped one of Liam’s towels around her when she was clean. The sleepshirt she left at his place was in his closet, and she went looking for it now, popping out of the bathroom and traversing the short hallway between the primary bath and bedroom. She stopped in front of the built-in drawer she kept a few things in, but the door to the bedroom was ajar, and she heard Benson muttering something she couldn’t understand.
With her sleepshirt in hand, Eden peered through the door.
Oh, my God…
Benson was flat on the bed, arm cast over his face as his chest slowly rose and fell with his heavy breaths. The man was masculine catnip, but Eden’s eyes were pulled to the top of Liam’s brown head as he busied himself in Benson’s lap.
Eden knew she wasn’t meant to see this right now. They probably thought she would take longer in the bathroom after what they had done with her, and stole a moment for themselves.
Liam’s tongue worshipfully traced the thick vein on the underside of Benson’s cock. He took the soft length into his mouth again, concentrating on… well, just the mere act ofdoing. Nothing implied this was to get Benson off again.
A low groan rumbled in Benson’s chest.
“You just can’t get enough of it,” he said, tense with emotion. “Fuck, I missed this.”
Eden held her breath and flattened against the wall.
Liam released him and kissed a trail up Benson’s stomach. Over his chest. His tongue flicked against a nipple. He moved higher with a pensive crawl, his eyes only for Benson.
He hovered over his ex-fiancé. Their eyes locked in the dim light.
Liam kissed him.
It was nothing like the sexual urgency from before. This was pure passion. A deep, soul-shattering kiss that spoke of years of longing, of secrets, of a love that had never died. It was gentle and desperate all at once. Liam might as well have been confessing right in front of Eden.
Her heart ached, and she wasn’t sure why.
This was ancient history she had stumbled into, a story that had been written without her and could be continued without her. They may have been brought back together by her, but they had been waiting.I’m really just a catalyst here.
Their love had always been there. Long before her.
She cleared her throat to announce she was coming into the room. Both Liam and Benson lay together in the former’s bed, looking more like co-conspirators than the old married couple she could now think of them as.
“All clean and ready to get dirty again.” She crawled onto the bed and into Benson’s waiting arms. Liam got up and, after lightly smacking her ass, went into his bathroom to shower.
“Not gonna join him?” Eden sweetly asked Benson, who wrapped both arms tightly around her.
“Why? You’re here.”
She rubbed his thigh, brushing against the cock her other boyfriend’s mouth had just been on only a minute ago. Benson didn’t flinch.
“I’m in love with you,” Eden said, as their limbs entwined and Benson sank further into the bed. “Both of you.”
“As it so happens, we’re both in love with you, too.”
“And each other?”
