his bed once more, covering her body with his. “Tell me exactly what you want, little love,” he said, nipping carefully along the column of her throat. “Mind you don’t lie because I’ll know.” Nina writhed underneath him, moaning softly as Aedan lapped at the sweat that had started to form along her jawline, bringing his lips back to hers.
“You,” she murmured, her voice breathless. “Right now, I want you.”
*
Nina stared up at the ceiling of Soren’s bedroom, her heart gradually slowing down from the rapid pounding of moments before. “Okay,” she said, struggling to catch her breath. “Okay. I am officially calling a break for the next hour.” Next to her, Soren chuckled, and Nina felt the bed shift underneath her as he turned over, his arm moving to coil around her waist.
“Having trouble thinking clearly?” he asked her, his voice playful as he caressed her. Nina shivered, smiling despite herself, unable to find the energy or the desire to be irritated in the face of the bone-deep pleasure zinging through her veins.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” she said, turning her head to look at him. “It really isn’t fair. How am I supposed to make an objective decision when either you or Aedan is constantly either getting me off, stuffing me with delicious food, or plying me with wine?” She gave him a half-hearted shove.
Underneath her joke, Nina felt a flicker of very real concern. Everything about the two men who had asked her to let them share her was too good to be true. They didn’t expect her to be some kind of domestic slave, they were happy to let her work or not work as she pleased, they were both incredibly good in bed. In twenty-four hours she had had more sex than she’d enjoyed in the previous three months, at least. Her hips ached, but the pain lingering from repeated penetrations was nothing compared to the tingling pleasure she felt all over, all the time.
Soren had gotten her out of Aedan’s bed in the middle of the morning, waking her up with a kiss that had briefly disoriented her. Oh god, I am constantly going to wake up not knowing who the hell is kissing me if I agree to this. Nina shook her head at the thought, there were definitely worse problems to have, but she wasn’t sure how exactly she felt about constantly hopping from one man’s arms to the other’s. It had surprised her that Aedan, waking up at the sound of her startled cry, hadn’t seemed even a little bit bothered at the fact that Soren was there, or that he was clearly intent on extricating her from the other man’s company.
Soren had given her long enough to put on one of Aedan’s tee shirts and her panties from the night before. Nina had been startled again when she smelled the scents of a delicious breakfast the moment she walked out of Aedan’s room. Soren had been up early cooking, making good, at least temporarily, on the assertion from the night before that she wouldn’t be expected to take over all kitchen duties. As she sipped coffee, Nina’s concerns from the night before had come flooding into her mind. There were still a number of points she wanted to have clarified before she decided one way or the other.
It occurred to her more than once as she ate breakfast with Soren that the very fact that she had had sex with both men, that she had gone to bed so contentedly with Aedan and hadn’t fled the house when Soren had awakened her and stole her away, meant that whatever she tried to tell herself, she was already more inclined to agree to the proposition than to walk away. And that was another thing that she wasn’t sure she liked about the situation.
Nina had to admit the two men were extremely clever; Aedan had kept out of the way while Soren led her around the backyard and through the house. Where Aedan seemed to be using a mixture of charm and sheer strength to overcome her caution, Soren was obviously interested in making sure that she felt safe and secure, that she knew
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