Free Fevered Hearts by Em Petrova Page B

his ears. He wagged his tongue back and forth across her clit, light and teasing. With each stroke, he eased the pressure, until he barely skimmed the bundle of nerves.
    “Nooo. Please, Ward.”
    “How’s his tongue feel, baby? Hot, slick? Want him to slip a finger into your channel?” Liam’s voice was a rough stroke of its own to both Ivy and Ward.
    “Yessss.” Her belly dipped violently.
    Ward circled her clit, then found the hard center and forced it into her body with the tip of his tongue while gliding one finger deep. Scorching heat enveloped his finger and ricocheted up his arm, through his body and straight to his cock. With a mind of their own, his hips rocked into the mattress, bringing his erection against the bed. Rubbing. Rubbing. Wishing it was Ivy’s tight walls.
    Or Liam’s.
    Wild with need, he pumped his finger in and out, adding a second when she loosened for him. He curled his fingers to find the soft inner spot that would drive her crazy.
    Instantly, juices spilled over his hand. He pressed harder, out of his head with the knowledge that he could find that secret spot as easily as he’d once found Liam’s.
    “Stretch her, Ward. Ready her for your cock.” Liam’s tone was gritty with arousal. Oh yes, Ward knew that voice so well.
    Ward obeyed, scissoring his fingers apart, opening her neglected body. When he added a third finger, she came again.
    Ruthlessly, she fucked her pussy into Ward’s face and fingers while grappling at Liam like a drowning woman. Her husband kissed her wildly, driving her higher. Ward speared her with his fingers and sucked her clit with firm yet tender pressure. Her sex pulsated around his hand, on his tongue.
    Before she’d come down all the way, he straightened to his knees and tore his shirt over his head. With quick movements, he yanked his jeans open and withdrew his shaft. The thick head was an angry purple, the veins riding under the skin distended more than they likely ever had been.
    “Take her, Ward. She’s on the pill.” Liam’s green eyes were bottomless pools of forest green. For all the emotion in the man’s eyes, he might have been asking Ward to take him .
    “Yes,” Ivy whispered.
    “I’m clean,” Ward ground out.
    Ward kicked off his boots and shed his jeans and socks completely. No underwear, because he was out of clean ones and Juls refused to do his laundry, saying he knew well enough how to wash a pair of boxers but was too lazy.
    When Liam saw Ward wasn’t wearing underwear, his eyes hooded, his lips tightened.
    I want you too, man. Always have. Suspect I always will.
    Ward positioned himself between Ivy’s round thighs, his erection bobbing toward her juicy folds with a will of its own.
    Ivy twisted. “Free my hands. I want to…touch him.” Her request came softly, hesitantly.
    Liam released her hands with a nod. When she lay still, staring up at Ward but making no move, Liam stroked the pulse throbbing on her wrist. Then she slowly moved her hand to Ward’s chest.
    She tossed her head back, eyes closed, as she navigated the swell of his pec. He and Liam locked gazes while she explored his spattering of chest hair and the tight centers of his nipples. She lightly scratched her nails down the ridges of his abs, and he sucked in on a laugh.
    Liam’s low rumble of mirth knotted Ward more tightly.
    Ivy opened her eyes.
    “He’s ticklish,” Liam said.
    If she wondered at how her husband knew this intimate bit of information, she didn’t say. She only fanned her fingers low, her pinky ruffling Ward’s pubic hair. His cock bobbed upward to meet her hand.
    Her eyes widened and sudden fear glittered there. Before she could allow it to consume her, Ward braced himself on his arms and hovered over her. Liam remained where he was, the man’s scents fisting Ward in the gut. Mix that with Ivy’s seductive notes and Ward was mush.
    “Beautiful woman, let me steal a kiss.” Without waiting for her agreement, he swooped in. Her lips