Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 93948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Bastian’s touch changes, becomes less exploration and more guidance as he tugs us back into the shower and beneath the hot spray. It feels so good, I have to break the kiss just to moan a little. “Nothing better than a hot shower after a long day.”
“Nothing better?” Siobhan laughs roughly. She shifts her grip on me so she can palm my sex. “Are you sure, Nox?”
I moan again, grinding against her touch. It’s been so long since I had a lover, and never like this; never in my space, my cabin, my shower. Sex was strictly for our times ashore, in rooms in inns or brothels. Allowing someone so close to where I spend my days and nights was an intimacy that I shied away from.
There’s no shying away from this. From them.
Siobhan turns us and then Bastian is at my back, his naked chest pressed to my skin. He’s not quite as tall as Siobhan, but all that means is that his cock lines up quite nicely where I’d like it, and he has easy reach to press open-mouthed kisses along my neck. He slides his hands between my and Siobhan’s bodies, cupping my sex over her touch and, from the way she shivers and moans, stroking her pussy with the other.
We’re a mess of questing hands and writhing bodies. It’s fucking divine. For all the desperation that pulses between us, no one is rushing.
At least not until the hot water abruptly goes cold.
“Fuck!” Bastian slips around us to scramble at the knobs. “Holy shit. That’s freezing.”
Siobhan loosens her grip, allowing me to slide down her body, until I’m standing on shaky feet. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, her eyes both sharp and hazy with desire. She hesitates. “Second thoughts?”
“No.” It’s the truth. It’s not just because of the lust throbbing through my body in time with my racing heart. Lust is simple. This feels like fate. “I want you in my bed.” I look past her to where Bastian has pulled down a few towels. “Both of you.”
He looks…I don’t know if I have the words. Bastian is always gorgeous to the point of being pretty. But wet, with his longish hair slicked back, water droplets making their slow way over his warm, light brown skin? I shiver. I want to follow those rivulets with my tongue. I want to see if Siobhan tastes as wild and free everywhere. I want.
We towel off quickly and there’s another moment of awkward transition from the bathroom to the cabin. I pause long enough to lock my door. When I turn around, Siobhan is stretched out across my bed and Bastian is standing a nearly polite distance away. He looks like he’s about to try to be honorable again. This is something that hasn’t changed in the years since I loved him with my whole—if bruised—heart. Bastian has always been aware of the power he wields as a Dacre; even a second son holds more value in the eyes of the Council and the rest of Lyari than a street kid. He could do anything he wanted to to those less powerful than he is.
And he never has.
I close the distance between us in a single step and press my fingertips to his lips. “Do you want to stop?”
His dark eyes go hot enough to chase away what little fear remains. Bastian holds my gaze and shakes his head slowly. “No,” he says against my touch. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Me, either.”
Kissing Siobhan was as inevitable as the tide. Kissing Bastian feels like the best kind of recklessness. There’s no exploration here; we don’t need it. The years fall away as if they never happened. Somewhere deep inside me, I can admit that a part of me will always know this man, will always recognize him as holding a part of my heart.
He backs me toward the bed and then Siobhan is there, tugging us both down. Being between them is like being caught in a violent storm. I lose all track of myself, of time, of everything. There’s only her and him and me. Today, yesterday, tomorrow? It all ceases to exist.
Bastian kisses his way down my body, pausing to nip along my chest, to lavish my nipples with his tongue until I squirm and moan. Touching him again is…like coming home. He has new scars and his body has shifted over the years, the softness of young adulthood and a life lived easy have been burned away, leaving carved muscles and a strength that makes my mouth water.
And Siobhan? She’s a force of nature. Her strength makes me quiver. Her touch is sure and skillful, moving in perfect harmony with both mine and Bastian’s. She grips his cock and runs one careful nail down his length. “Have you missed this, Bastian? Missed us?”