She tried to study the little she could see of Edward’s expression in the mirror, but all that was really visible was her bright pink breasts where he’d squeezed and tapped. She’d have marks there tomorrow, and maybe that should have upset her, but it didn’t.
It further fired her blood.
She wanted their marks on her.
She wanted hickeys all over her goddamn body. She wanted to know who she belonged to… but more than that, she wanted to return the favor. Wanted them to know she was their queen as they were her kings.
It was a driving need that inspired her into action.
Before either man could complain, she reared upwards, using momentum to sit up and knock Edward out of the way. She’d had enough of being worshipped; now, it was time to get in on the action.
She scrambled onto her knees, quickly tugging off her shirt and flinging her bra off her half-naked form.
The speed of her actions had caused them concern, she knew. They’d thought she was rejecting them, when she was doing anything but.
God, she wanted them. Inside her, claiming her. The only thing missing was George, but that was for another time. Another day. And because of her decisions, each one of which had brought her here, to this moment, they had all the time in the world.
She reached behind her and unzipped the fastener at the back of her skirt. Then, sweeping her legs out from under her, she wriggled out of it and flung that to the ground as well. Which left her covered only in pantyhose, and she’d never loathed them as much as she did right at that moment.
Before she could do more than squeal, however, Edward reached for their waistband, then slid his fingers down the seam at her crotch. Within seconds, they were torn. A gaping hole right above her sex, making the red lace of her panties burn brighter now they weren’t shaded by the tan hose.
His fingers dug down, not stopping until he reached the gusset, and then he slipped a digit underneath and touched her. Finally.
The shock had her jerking backwards, and her arms flailed back to stop herself from slamming into the mattress.
Of course, that wasn’t necessary, not when Xavier was there to catch her. He supported her, the pair of them watching as Edward, using his free hand, tore a larger hole in the hose, and used the new slack to pull her panties further aside.
The sight of his fingers exploring the crevice of her sex was a revelation. She whimpered as he slid through her juices, not stopping until he’d penetrated her, thrusting two more fingers inside her as they watched.
Xavier’s hands moved around her body, one reaching for the swell of her breast, the other joining Edward. She whimpered as he rubbed her clit, taking the pearl and nipping it between finger and thumb.
They were being rough with her today, and she loved it because she knew it meant they were on edge.
But so was she. Her hips began to rock of their own volition, back and forth at a pace that made her belly muscles ache, as both men tormented and teased her. She felt close to detonation when Xavier reached down and nipped the side of her throat.
Close, so close, she realized. With barely any foreplay, she was so damn near to completion it beggared belief.
Then, though she was too dazed to figure out what the hell was going on, both men looked up and she knew they were peering at each other.
Silently communicating something.
She tensed, preparing herself for whatever that something was, and she was right to.
With a squeal, she was rearranged. Xavier swiftly moved his hand to her hips, and with a smooth motion that spoke of his damn strength, she was suddenly pushed forward and onto her hands and knees.
The position put her face remarkably close to Edward’s cock, and Xavier’s dick deliciously near her pussy.
Her hair tumbled loose of the clip she’d put it in hours before, and she felt hot and sweaty, oversensitized in a way she’d never felt before.
She wanted to look up, wanted to see herself bent over for them. The desire was addictive. She’d thought she’d be nervous, shyly embarrassed at them seeing all of her, but Perry realized she didn’t give a damn.
They didn’t care about her weight, didn’t care about the silvery stretch marks on the sides of her breasts, the dimples on her ass.
They just wanted her.
All of her.
And the notion added to that glorious sense of freedom spinning through her veins.
Their Queen.
That was what she was. And this just hammered it home.
The sight of her on her hands and knees was enough to make Xavier sweat. His cock was hard, pounding with his pulse as the desperate urge to fill her swept over him.
He watched his cousin with heavy-lidded eyes, enjoying how Edward grabbed Perry’s hair with one hand, and guided his cock to her lips with the other.
Perry’s eagerness was evident, and enough to make him smile even through the exquisite pain of his arousal.
Seeing Edward in this way wasn’t how he’d expected the evening to pan out. But when Perry had fallen asleep on the settle downstairs, when the two of them had played more music together than they had in twenty years, their old tenuous link had rejoined them.
A link that had slowly been crumbling ever since Edward’s kidnapping.
His cousin had been returned to him, but he hadn’t been the same boy.
Each year, Edward had turned in on himself. Putting distance between him and the whole family, not just Xavier. But Xavier was the one who’d been affected the most.
They’d always been close. Like peas in a pod, his grandmother had always declared. And though he knew she’d be scandalized at the idea of them sharing a woman, Xavier didn’t give a fuck.
Seeing Edward’s cock was disconcerting, granted, but the feeling of the bond between them surging to life… that was priceless.
It wasn’t like he wanted to see his cousin’s dick. Because he sure as shit didn’t.
What he wanted to see was Perry. He wanted to see her lost to the pleasure, a slave to sensation, forever abandoned to the heat of the moment.
That was what drove him wild.
He loved the sounds she made as she sucked Edward’s cock, he adored the moans that escaped her, moans that were proof this wasn’t just for Edward but for herself.
She wanted this. Every inch of her screamed it, and they answered the call.
Edward grunted, and the noise caught Xavier’s attention. Their gazes clashed and a silent conversation passed between them.
You okay?
Yeah. I need her. Xavier’s eyelids lowered, shielding his expression as the truth of that hit home. God, how he needed her.
Take her then. She’s yours.
Ours.
Edward’s eyes flared at the last, and he gritted his teeth as he focused his attention on Perry once more.
Xavier grabbed ahold of his cock and began to slide it through her juicy cunt. God, she was sopping wet. So slick, and so hot, he felt sure he’d fucking combust by the time he was inside her.
He was sheathed in a condom, had used the moments after he’d stripped to cover himself, and though he resented the covering because it denied him the true heat of her, he was past caring.
He needed to be inside her, because he felt like he was fucking dying here.
Notching his cock to her gate, he began to pump his hips, loving the way the throat of her sex caressed him, silkily squeezing him in a way that had his fingers digging into her hips. She wriggled beneath him, her hips rocking, her back arching as he maintained position. Not filling her, not even moving, just enjoying the sensation of being inside her.
He ran a hand over the curve of her spine, loving how she responded, like a cat as she rounded her shoulders. Gooseflesh followed the move, and he raked his nails down her sides, hearing the whimpers escape her as she responded to the touch.
It was torture to stay so shallow when her depths called to him, but he did so for a reason. He wanted her to beg. Needed to hear her
reveal her craving for him.
He wanted to fuck her so hard, they punched through time and found next week. But he stayed where he was, continued to tease and torment her as Edward grabbed ahold of her hair and fucked her mouth. He shaped his cock through her cheek, touched her mouth, rimmed her lips with his fingers as he urged her into taking him how he needed to be taken.
She was like liquid beneath their hands. Merging and reforming however they needed her.
There was no doubt here. No embarrassment or lack of surety that would put her on edge.
She flowed because she’d given herself to them. She trusted them, and that was the most priceless gift of all.
Out of nowhere, her hands came up and she grabbed Edward’s hips and pushed him back. A yelp escaped her when Edward’s hand tightened on her hair, but he swiftly dropped his firm hold when she shifted.
“Goddamnit, Xavier! Why aren’t you moving?” she sobbed out, the breath soughing from her lungs as she twisted around to glower at him.
But it was a glare filled with frantic need. A desperation that more than matched his own.
Before she could do more than open her lips to scold him further, he slammed into her. Every inch of his hardness claiming every inch of her softness.
Her eyes rounded before a scream escaped her, and she fell face first into the bed. Well, she would have done, if Edward hadn’t supported her, helped her upright as Xavier pistoned his hips into her.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” the litany continued in panicked mumbles as he plowed his shaft into her, fucking her with all he had to give. She was shaking beneath him, her body one massive quaking shape as she took every inch of him.
But Edward wasn’t content with that.
He used his hold on her to position her once more, and grabbing his cock, he shoved it against her lips.
She opened her mouth like she was parched for water and he’d pressed a glass to her lips. She slurped him down with a greed that beggared belief, sucked him, swallowed him whole. Taking everything he had to give too.
The sight of her, so eager, so needy, was like a bullet to the brain.
He let out a hoarse yell as he emptied himself inside her, fucking her harder, deeper, faster, needing to expend every ounce of his release inside her. Like his reaction triggered Edward’s, his cousin let out a hoarse yell too. He pulled back though, letting cum spurt from his shaft to coat Perry’s face.
She froze a second, then jerked forward, hungrily seeking Edward’s release in a way that made Xavier’s eyes want to cross.
Jesus, she was as tenacious in this as she was in everything else, and she milked them both dry.
But she hadn’t come.
He hadn’t felt the telltale clenching of her pussy muscles about him, and he knew, though he wasn’t sure how, that she was so charged, release was close, but just out of reach.
He slipped his arms through hers, and used his grip on her armpits to jerk her upright. The move had his softening cock changing angle inside her and she mewled and stopped struggling as he rearranged her atop him.
Like it was as natural as breathing, Edward dropped down to the mattress, and in less time than it took for Perry to gulp down one more mouthful of air, Edward was on her.
It should have been weird. Hell, it was, he guessed. His cousin was close to his cock. That was a big no-no. But this wasn’t about him. It wasn’t about Edward.
It was about Perry.
And it wasn’t like Edward was even touching him. From the wails and squeaks and mewling whimpers, Ed was focused on her clit.
The sounds had his cock hardening inside her. He knew he wouldn’t come again, but the fullness had her slumping against him, then, just as she did that, she tensed, her hands gripping Edward’s hair as she fucked his face. Her hips jerked back and forth as she rode his tongue.
Within seconds, her cunt was clenching down hard on him and he felt her orgasm before she even released the keening cry that spoke of her climax.
She was, as in most things, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
And she was his.
Theirs.
From that moment on and forevermore.
No more doubts filled him. No more worries for the future or concerns about how this would work.
They’d make it work.
Or die trying.
Because Xavier refused to give this up. Refused to give her up.
He loved her, and she loved him, them. Nothing else mattered.
Chapter Ten
“How’s it going, Cass?”
The phone call from the other woman came as a surprise, Perry wouldn’t lie. But it was a good surprise. A great one.
Perry had always found it hard to make friends, and Cass seemed so down-to-earth, so normal in a world of crazy courtiers and sniping political players, that she really hoped the other woman liked the idea of them growing closer too.
“Perry, thank God you answered.”
She blinked at the relief in Cass’s voice. “What’s wrong?” she asked, then gulped when the door to her bedroom opened and George popped inside. “Cass,” she mouthed, when he cocked a brow at her.
He nodded, wandered over to the drinks’ tray that sat atop an antique Chinese bureau in a rich, chestnut mahogany in one corner of her Tulip Room quarters, and poured himself a few fingers of what looked like whiskey.
With one eye on him, she watched as he moved around the room. He seemed at ease to let her carry on with her conversation, so she did.
“M-Marcus isn’t coming over.”
A slight note in Cass’s voice told Perry she was drunk. “Ever?” she asked sadly, hurting for the woman as well as her children.
“I don’t know. He told me I could send him the divorce papers and he’d rip them up into a million pieces.” A despairing grumble sounded down the line. “He said I was his, but that I couldn’t expect him just to give up his life in New York because he’d had a health scare.”
“Wow, that’s pigheaded.”
“Pigheaded?” she shrieked. “It’s insane.”
Perry’s lips twitched at Cass’s subsequent roar of outrage. She could tell even George heard it, because his eyes widened. She just shook her head, and mouthed, “Later.” To Cass, she said, “Just give him some time. That’s all you can do.”
“He doesn’t have time, dammit. I didn’t move us halfway across the world on a lark, Perry. The idiot’s doctor told me…” A quiver entered Cass’s voice. “Marcus wouldn’t survive another heart attack. It was bad, Perry. Very, very bad. He might need a pacemaker but he’s putting that off, too, because there’s some stupid deal about to go down.
“I told him, what’s the point in earning a three-million-dollar bonus if he’s dead? But the moron just told me that the doctors were exaggerating. How can one smart man be such a fucking dimwit?”
She knew she shouldn’t find Cass’s despair amusing, but the other woman’s no holds barred attitude, after weeks of bullshitting, was a breath of fresh air. Perry coughed out a laugh. “Oh, Cass, you really don’t pull your punches, do you?”
“Apparently, I’m not hard enough if that dick won’t listen to me.”
“It sounds like he’s worried about money. Maybe he’s focusing on the bonus. Maybe once that comes through, he’ll relax?”
Silence fell as Cass processed that. “You know about our past, don’t you? Well, his past, I mean.”
“Yes. It seems to reason that he’d be very sensitive about money if his family lost everything.”
“Even if it kills him?”
“You know him better than I do. Plus,” she said on a sigh, “men can be really stupid, can’t they?”
“You’re so not wrong there,” came the grim retort. “I mean, he’s always been sensitive about money.”
“All I know is what you’re telling me,” Perry broke in. “I could be completely wrong. It’s just odd that you mentioned that over everything else, you know? His bonus. It’s like you didn’t think it
was worth mentioning, but subconsciously, you did.
“Do you want to break up with him?”
George’s mouth fell open at that as he slumped into the sofa opposite her.
“No. I love him. The dick.”
Perry laughed. “Well then, no more talk of divorce, eh? It’s not going to make him do what you want him to.”
“No. It hasn’t worked so far, has it?”
“Not really,” Perry said with a grimace. “Just… I know you don’t think he has time, but if he’s so worried about money, then, he’s not going to stop, Cass.”
She blew out a breath, but for some reason, Perry thought she sounded calmer. “I’m sorry I called you so late.”
“Don’t be.”
“I had no one else to turn to. I haven’t told anyone else about Marcus, you know?” She swallowed, then, on a soft whisper, asked, “Do you want to meet for afternoon tea tomorrow? I’ll understand if you don’t want to because I sound like a crazy person.”
“I’d love to meet up, but I have a dress fitting.” Perry paused. “You wouldn’t want to go with me, would you?”
“Are you sure you’d want me there?” came the cautious reply.
“I need someone on my side against Marianne,” Perry teased.
A groan sounded down the line. “You just gave me a reason not to come…but how about we head out for coffee afterward?”
“It’s a date.”
Cass laughed. “It is. Except I don’t put out for coffee.”
Laughter snorted from Perry. “That’s good to know. I’ll see you tomorrow, Cass.”
“Great. Thanks for listening. See you later.”
As Perry put the phone down, she glanced at George. “You look like you needed that.”
George scowled down at his glass—her attention might have been on Cass, but she’d seen him refill the tumbler three times. “Bad day,” he grumbled, then his scowl darkened. “Cass filed for a divorce?”
“It’s not my story to tell,” she said on a sigh. “But no. It was a threat. She wants to move back here, and Marcus doesn’t.”
“He’s ill?”
“He had a bad heart attack.”
George rubbed his chin. “Edward and Xavier never mentioned anything to me about that.”
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