Free Fevered Hearts by Em Petrova

flicker of heat in his groin driving him.
    Sinking to the bed, Ward continued to hold Ivy. She perched on his legs stiffly until he cupped her face. “I won’t hurt you,” he murmured a scant second before capturing her mouth.
    The hard caress was possessive, all-consuming. Ward locked her to him and bowed her with his kiss. He took big, gulping bites of her. When Liam spotted movement in Ivy’s cheek, he realized it was Ward’s tongue, and wild happiness tore away the last of his hesitation.
    This was right—Ivy in the arms of the man who had loved Liam with such thorough abandon. Liam gripped the mattress and swung himself out of his chair, barely registering the familiar pangs of nerve damage. Under him, the bed nearly vibrated from Ward and Ivy’s lust.
    Ward lapped at her lips until she released small squeaks. Then he yanked his mouth free to kiss a path down her throat. Liam cradled her head, and Ward lowered her upper body into Liam’s hold. Staring into his wife’s beautiful eyes, Liam whispered, “I love you.”
    “Love you,” she gasped as Ward sank his teeth into the swell of her breast. Liam fumbled with her bra clasp, springing it. When it loosened, Ward took immediate advantage.
    Using his jaw, he pushed the cloth away from her breasts. Every hair on Liam’s body rose at the memory of that coarse jaw blazing a trail over his own skin. And the sight of that dark head moving over Ivy’s bared breasts made him groan.
    “Kiss me, Liam.”
    He did, skating his tongue against hers while staring at Ward’s mouth on her tits. When Ward took her taut nipple into his mouth, all three of them groaned. Ward bathed the rosy tip with long licks then switched to the neglected bud.
    Unable to help himself, Liam closed his fingers over the wet nipple Ward had left. The moisture from his mouth and the heat of Ivy’s skin did brand new things to Liam’s insides. Something broke in his mind and he lost himself to the moment, to the knowing that at some point, he was going to regain his virility and love both of them in this bed.
    Liam caressed her breasts while Ward stripped her skirt down her hips. Ivy’s gaze was locked on Ward, those sparks leaping between them.
    “Fuck, you’re more perfect than I imagined,” Ward breathed.
    “Glorious,” Liam added.
    Ivy gasped at their words. Awareness washed through Liam. He’d forgotten this about Ivy—that she could so easily be undone by words alone. At one time, he’d talked dirty until she’d come without him laying a finger on her.
    When Ward hooked his fingers in the elastic of her panties, she stiffened.
    Liam leaned over and kissed her softly, lingeringly. Against her mouth, he whispered, “Let him see you, baby. Let him see how wet you are for him.”
    “For both of you,” she said and lifted her hips to allow Ward to pull off her hot pink panties.
    “Sweet—” Ward scrubbed a hand over his face but couldn’t wipe the bald lust from his features.
    Liam followed the trim line of Ivy’s warm brown curls to her bare pussy lips. Turning his body for better access, Liam parted her blouse and stripped it off one arm, then the other. He tossed it and her bra to the floor.
    For a long minute, he and Ward simply stared at Ivy’s curves. Bronzed, toned skin but a soft belly, hips a man could grab on to, and full breasts rising and falling under her labored breaths.
    She looked up at Liam, pleading in her eyes. “I need—” She seemed to struggle to find words.
    “We know what you need, sweetheart,” Liam said.
    Ward reached up her body and cupped her breasts, leaning over her body until his mouth was inches from her. “I can smell her arousal, Liam.”
    “Fuck, yeah,” he growled in answer. Darting glances between his wife’s body and Ward’s hard chest, he urged his cock to work. If ever there was a time in his life he wanted a miracle, this was it. To share Ivy then reveal to her the passion he still held for Ward would be the ultimate