Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
As for me, it does not take long before the sense that I would be overwhelmed when faced with the two of them together leaves. I stop imagining their focus trained on me as something that must be confronted and begin to think of it as something I will be able to bask in, even when the table is larger and there are more guests.
When we’re finished eating and the last of the wine has been poured, a maiden appears at Isabel’s elbow.
“Ah, yes,” Prince Jasper says. “My mother cultivated the palace gardens for many years, and she left her most trusted people to maintain them. I’d heard you had a fondness for gardens, Isabel, and thought you might enjoy a tour. Joan is quite knowledgeable about the plants currently at fullest bloom and would be happy to show them to you.”
“I would,” Isabel agrees instantly, her face alight. We have spent many hours together in the gardens at my father’s castle. She stands and takes the servant’s offered arm. “I’ve heard many stories of the gardens by the seas, and I am delighted to see them in person. Is it true that—”
Her voice trails off as they leave.
Jasper rises from his seat at the same time Casen does. Jasper offers me his hand, and the three of us go together into a hall toward another room. Every second that passes my palms sweat more and more. The heat between the two of them is nearly unbearable. I can’t stop looking at Casen either. Every etch of his scars compared to the handsome roughness of the either side of his face is a memory.
My heart warms in a way it never has when he gently places his hand on the small of my back. I glance at Jasper when he does and notice the simper on his face. As if he’s fully accepted sharing me. Truly.
With the creak of the door, we enter the smaller room, a study.
One wall, made entirely of shelves, is filled with books. There’s a large desk, a sitting area, and yet another set of doors leading to the balcony. Prince Jasper nods to his brother, then takes a seat. He gestures toward a loveseat across from him while Casen fetches something from the desk.
He joins me on the loveseat a few moments later and places a portable writing desk between us.
For a minute, he only writes, then passes the slip of paper to me.
I am sorry that I could not answer your questions the night you asked them. If there is anything you wish to know, you may ask, and I will answer.
Excitement runs through me. Less of my desire, and more of my interest in knowing who these men truly are. I’ve shared secrets with them no one else knows. And I wish to know their secrets as well.
“Are you pleased to have me here?”
Yes, he writes, which does not take long. I never imagined I’d be able to love like this.
His answer makes me blush with a sweetness. I hadn’t counted on him being so romantic given…our scandalous affair.
“I hope…I hope I did not offend you by asking to see your face.”
Prince Casen shrugs. You did not, he writes. It is my face.
“May I kiss you?”
He grins a handsome grin. So I get up and stand between his legs. I stroke his hair back from his face and run my fingers down over his scar. Then, finally, I kiss him. I can feel the heat of Prince Jasper’s eyes on me, and that turns me on, desire flooding my body.
It reminds me of the first night in so many ways. A first of sorts that heats my blood. A moment I know I will remember forever.
When I break the kiss, I turn my head to look at Prince Jasper. “Do you both have the same dream of sharing me together?”
* * *
Jasper
It’s thrilling to watch Cora kiss my brother. Her hands rest on his shoulders and the moment their lips mold against one another, her fingers tighten, digging into him. I love it. Watching her this way. Her long lashes flutter and a blush rises on her cheeks.
She’s stunning, and I will never tire of such a sight.
She kisses him without hesitation, without any regard for his scarring, and I’m hard in my trousers from both the image of her lips on his and the knowledge of what those lips feel like on mine.
For a moment, I don’t interrupt them. I’m watching my brother get hard and begin to lose his composure, and that is not something I imagined he would ever have when he was returned to us after his capture.
Fate is a cruel bitch and yet, she’s provided for me and my brother in a way I could never have imagined. Maybe it was always meant to be this way.