After the last tremor stole over him, he gently let her calf go and got off the bed. Lying there, sated and relaxed, she let her eyes close. She heard the water running in the bathroom, felt the warm cloth smooth over her flesh a minute later, and opened her eyes. She watched Tallinn tenderly clean her off before slipping into bed beside her. He covered them with the blankets and pulled her so she was flush with him—back to chest. She looked out the window at the bright moon, loving the feel of his hand stroking softly across her hip.

  “I love you, Lilly.”

  She closed her eyes, guilt heavy within her as she thought of Riley. “I love you, too, Tallinn.”

  * * * *

  Tallinn was gone the next morning, the spot next to her cold when she ran her hand over it. The sun had barely raised, and even though she should have been more tired, she was wide awake as she stared at the ceiling. She replayed the previous night’s events in her mind, the pleasure and the love that Tallinn had given her so fresh inside of her. Her pussy and nipples were deliciously sore, a pleasant reminder.

  She didn’t regret what they had shared, but she did feel guilty. She was after all in love with Riley also, and she didn’t know how either would react over that fact. She knew she had to be honest with them, but would Riley hate her for sleeping with Tallinn? Would Tallinn hate her for loving Riley?

  She sat up and made her way to the bathroom. A hot bath would go a long way in easing her muscles.

  An hour later, Lilly was dressed and headed downstairs. Her heart was pounding frantically. The very idea of seeing Tallinn after what they had done made her nervous, like she hadn’t known him her whole life. At the bottom of the stairs, she stopped and took a deep, calming breath before proceeding forward. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen, the smell of eggs and sausage making her mouth water and her stomach grumble. Riley sat at the table, coffee mug in hand, his attention on the newspaper in front of him.

  “You got the paper so the roads must be all clear.” She grabbed a glass out of the cabinet. Opening the fridge, she took the carafe of orange juice and poured herself a big glass before sitting at the table. She glanced at Riley, realizing he hadn’t responded. He stared her over the rim of his mug, his swallow loud in the silence that had filled the room.

  “Yeah, roads are all clear, although the news is calling for another storm.”

  “Really?” Riley pushed a plateful of food her way. “Thanks.”

  She grabbed her fork and brought some eggs to her mouth, the fork hanging mid air as Riley regarded her. “What?” Her guilt made her believe he knew what she had done last night. Her face became warm as images of her and Tallinn flickered through her mind. Riley turned his attention back at the paper, taking another long drink, his hand gripping the mug so tight that his knuckles were white. She bit into a piece of sausage, watching as Riley’s jaw clenched.

  “Tallinn went into town. He won’t be back for several hours.”

  “Okay.” What was she supposed to say? Was his comment a subtle slap in her face?

  “Did you sleep well last night?”

  He glanced up from his paper, his face no longer hard. He leaned back in his seat with one arm outstretched on the table, his whole demeanor relaxed and uncaring.

  She could tell it was just a front. She chewed slowly, knowing he had to know about last night because he just wasn’t acting like himself. “I slept fine, and you?” She took a drink of her orange juice, seeing a sarcastic little smile play across his lips. She set her fork down and stared at him.

  He shook his head. “Nah, I tossed and turned all night.”

  She swallowed at Riley’s bland tone. “I’m sorry to hear that.” She picked her fork back up and started eating again.

  “Are you?”

  She let her fork drop, the sound of metal hitting china loud in the uncomfortable silence. Riley’s condescending tone was annoying her. “Yes, I really am.”

  “I was hoping you were going to come to my room last night, finish what we had started and all. I missed you.”

  Her cheeks heated and she knew he noticed. She cleared her throat and took another drink. “I meant to, but I was really tired.”

  “I bet.”

  She was getting pissed off, yes, but she felt immensely guilty for what had happened. She didn’t regret what had happened per se, but she loved Riley so much that she didn’t want to hurt him. “Is there something you want to talk about?” She was nervous about what he might say, but she knew things needed to get out in the open. She just didn’t know how to proceed.

  “No. I’ll be in my study if you need anything.”

  With that, he got up, cleared his setting, and left the room. She gritted her teeth as she watched him leave, contemplating what she should do. She looked down at her half-eaten food and, suddenly feeling sick, pushed the plate away. She cleared off the table. After doing the dishes, she leaned against the counter and dried her hands while staring out the window. Flurries were blowing around, and clouds covered so thickly that the sun couldn’t even breech them. She turned her attention to the hallway, knowing she needed to be honest and thinking now was a good a time as any.

  Chapter Ten

  She set the rag down, walked out into the foyer, took a left, and headed toward Riley’s study. The door was closed, and she stopped in front of it, breathing in deeply and rapping a few times. She entered once she heard Riley’s muffled voice tell her to come in.

  She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, looking at him as he stared out the window. He was bracing his elbows on his knees, his glasses setting beside him. He didn’t turn toward her, just continued to watch as the snow fell.

  “What did you need, love?”

  Her heart ached at his gentle words, making her contrition that much worse. She walked over to him and knelt. A surprised expression crossed his features

  “What are you doing?”

  “Shhh. Listen to me. There are things I want to tell you, okay?” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly as she decided where to start. “You know how much I love you right?” She waited a heartbeat before she continued. He nodded. “You know how much I love Tallinn, right?” He pushed slightly back and nodded again. “I love you both so much, but it is so much more than that.” She stared into his face, hoping he knew what she meant because it was harder than she thought to actually say the words. “I just love you so much, Riley.” The words were barely out before Riley was lifting her off the ground and leaning her against his desk.

  He took possession of her mouth, his tongue spearing in and teasing her. She gasped when he pulled away and trailed his tongue down her neck, his teeth gently nipping at the base of her throat.

  “Riley?” She wasn’t surprised by what he was doing, but more so by the intensity of his actions. Riley had always been the gentler and sweeter among the boys, but his ferociousness was startling as well as arousing. Already her pussy was soaking wet, her labia swelling with her desire as he continued to torment her skin.

  “Hmm?”

  His voice was low and heavy, thick with his own arousal as his lips caressed her. He tightened his hands on her waist, slipped his fingers under the hem of her shirt, and slowly moved it up.

  She placed her hands behind her, and papers flittered to the ground as she shoved them away and braced herself for his domination. She couldn’t answer because his fingers went back to the hem of her shirt and quickly tugged it over her head. She breathed heavily while he quickly unhooked her bra and slid it off her body. Her breasts spilled free a second before his mouth latched onto one of her aching nipples. She threw her head back and moaned. He gripped her breast with his other hand and tweaked her nipple between thumb and forefinger. He let go of the elongated bud with a resounding pop, and her skin cooled when the chilly air touched the sensitized flesh.

  He covered her mouth with his, and his groan filled her senses when his hands clenched her hips and pushed her back slightly on the desk. She spread her legs wide to accommodate him, and he ground his erection against her mound. She tilted her head to get better access to his lips, his tongue roaming the inside of her mouth with such skilled concentration she thought she would pass out from the pleasure.

  She felt his hands slip under the waistband of her pants and slowly tug them down. She lifted her ass for better access. The air wafted over her thighs and overheated pussy. He broke the kiss and stared down at her with a heated expression, his breathing erratic, his lips red from her kisses. She looked at him with wide eyes, touching her tingling lips in remembrance.

  “I want you so bad, Lilly. Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop. God help me, it won’t be easy, but I’ll stop.”

  His voice was gruff and low as he watched her. She knew Riley would stop in an instant if that was what she really wanted. She didn’t want him to stop, but she needed to be honest with him. He appeared tense, his expression that of fierce concentration while he waited for her response. He stroked his fingers over her side and belly, waiting for her to lead the way.

  “I need to be honest with you.”

  “Okay.”

  She took a deep breath and started to speak before she lost her nerve. “I’m in love with you, Riley.” At his grin she closed her eyes and shook her head. “I’m also in love with, Tallinn.”

  She opened her eyes again, waiting for the explosion to come. He still smiled but his expression was blank as his fingers teased her flesh.

  “I know.”

  She gaped at him in shock and wondered if she had been that obvious. She shook her head, knowing she needed to be honest about last night as well. “Last night I…” How did she proceed? How do you tell the man you love that you slept with the other man you love in the room right next door to his?

  “Fucked Tallinn.”

  His statement was matter-of-fact, and Lilly could do nothing but gawk at him with her mouth slightly open in confusion. It took her a moment to fully process what he was saying, and when she finally did, her cheeks became hot and she focused on the ground in embarrassment. Riley placed his finger under her chin and lifted her head up until her eyes met his.

  “I don’t want to hurt either one of you.” His lips tilted at the sides gently, and he leaned down to kiss her airily on the lips.

  “Do I make you happy?”

  She nodded.

  “Does Tallinn make you happy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Your happiness is my happiness. Your pleasure is my pleasure.” He didn’t elaborate but then again he didn’t need to. He was telling her in so many words that he accepted what she wanted, whom she wanted. “Besides, this really isn’t new to me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Tallinn and I already had this discussion.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah, I told him I was in love with you and wanted to be with you. He told me the same thing. After a lot of arguing, we finally decided that in order for both of us to have you, we would have to compromise—work as a team to win you over.”

  She focused on him, her heart racing at what Riley said. Was she hearing right? Both Tallinn and Riley were okay with her wanting to be with both of them?

  She felt lightheaded. Her whole life had changed in such a short period of time. He cupped her head, his smile one of knowing, love, and acceptance. He leaned in and kissed her. His tongue slipped past the seam of her lips and pushed against her tongue. His hands moved down to her ass, gripped it, and gathered her to the edge of the desk.

  “Do you want this, Lilly?”

  He traced his finger over her hips and around her belly button, dipping the digit into it while he deepened the kiss. He trailed his finger along the top of her panties, slipped it beneath the fabric, and ran it over her mound. He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Tell me.”

  The words against her ear set her body on fire. “Yes, I want you, Riley.”

  With his other hand, he started to jerk her underwear off, sliding them easily off her until she sat there naked. He leaned back, his eyes filled with desire as he roamed his gaze over her naked flesh.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  She shivered, not from the chill in the air but from the way he was staring at her. She moved her view down, swallowing thickly as his erection strained against the front of his pants. Even through the fabric she could tell how thick and long his cock was. His hands went to his belt, and he unbuckled it and unzipped his pants. The material hung open while he unbuttoned his Oxford and pushed it off his shoulders. Her body heated at the sight of his glorious bronzed skin. His flesh was smooth, his abdomen so defined it reminded her of an Olympic swimmer.

  Without thinking, she reached out and traced his external oblique muscles—that perfect V in his abdomen. His skin was so tight and distinguished that she felt her juices slip from her body from the sight.

  She ran her fingers up, moving them along the ridges that made up his six pack and over his small copper-colored nipples. She lightly scrapped her nails along the flat disks, which elicited a deep groan from him. His hands went to his pants, sliding them down and dragging his underwear with them. He kicked them off, and she looked down. His cock was hard and ready with a pearl-sized drop of pre-cum dripping from the slit. He wasn’t as thick as Tallinn, but he was longer—so much longer. She swallowed, wondering if she would even be able to take all of it.

  She licked her lips, and he moaned. She shot her eyes up to his face, his expression one of pure lust.

  “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.” He wrapped his hands around her hips and lifted her easily. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

  She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock pressed snuggly against her cleft, which sent tingles of pleasure through her. Their lips meshed as he carried them through the side door and into the spare bedroom.

  Chapter Eleven

  He shut the door with his foot, his mouth unrelenting against hers as he set her on the bed and crawled over her. He pressed against her, and she spread her legs wide to accommodate him. He broke the kiss and trailed his mouth down her neck, leaving a path of fire in his wake.

  “What you do to me.”

  He murmured against her flesh, and she lifted her hips in invitation. He gave her throat one last lick before gripping her hips and flipping her over on her stomach. Riley’s hands smoothed down her back and ass, and she gasped.

  “You have a perfect ass.” He emphasized his point by giving the mounds a light smack. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers heightened the arousal she was already feeling. He covered her back with his body, his dick resting snuggly against the crease of the mounds as he whispered naughty things, erotic things in her ear. He started a slow pump of his hips against her ass, his cock so heavy and long that she could feel the head teasing her cleft and clitoris. His hands snaked beneath her, and he lifted her hips so that her ass was in the air. He grabbed two pillows, shoved them under her belly with his other hand, and spread her thighs wide.

  She bent her knees, the air moving across her pussy and her anus. She swallowed from the eroticism of the position she was in.

  “Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you to.”

  She looked at the thick oak beams of the headboard, curling her hands around them and shivering at the control he was taking. She would have never guessed Riley to be a dominant, but here he was, commanding her until she was on the verge of begging him to fuck her.

  She closed her eyes and moaned when she felt his hot tongue start a sensual trail down her spine, and she arched her back. He gripped her ass cheeks and massaged them slowly. He laid a small kiss on the small of her back, then traced his tongue around the small sun tattooed there. He outlined the edges, his lips brushing along her skin and making her pussy weep with want.

  “This is so sexy.”

  He emphasized his point by giving an open mouth kissed to the tattoo, his teeth gently scrapping and titillating her. He resumed licking and nibbling down her bottom, which caused a shiver to rack her body. She heard him inhale and looked over her shoulder to see his complete attention on her spread pussy. He attacked her slit with his mouth, his tongue delving into her channel and fucking her with it. She moaned, dropped her head to the bed, and absorbed the feel of his tongue in her pussy hole and his thumb rolling her clit. She was so close to exploding that her whole body shook.

  “Come in my mouth, Lilly. I want your sweet honey to slide down my throat.”

  She made a small noise, a sound of pleading, a sound of need. She started to wantonly thrust her vagina into his face, her hips working on their own accord as she tightened her hands around the headboard and screamed into the mattress as her climax tore through her. She could feel fluid gush out of her, coating her pussy and Riley’s mouth. He grunted in pleasure and stabbed his tongue into her clenching pussy faster, moved his thumb quicker against the small bud of nerve endings until she was begging him to stop, pleading with him that it was too much.

  “It’s never going to be too much, Lilly.”

  He growled the words against her cleft, ringing one last tremor of pleasure out of her before his chest was covering her back and his shaft was probing the entrance of her pussy. His chest still covered her back as his hands moved beneath her, his big palms gripping her breasts and squeezing them as he breathed heavily against her shoulder.

  “Do it, Riley. Fuck me.” She never spoke like that, but even after the orgasm he had just given her, she wanted more. She wanted to feel his long, hard cock thrusting into her, wanted to feel his balls slapping against her clit while he took her from behind. The very images her mind conjured caused her pussy to contract hard, wanting to grip his cock and suck it inside of her.

  “I’m going to fuck you so good, Lilly,” he groaned.

  The thick crest of his erection pressed into her pussy hole and stretched her wide. She could feel her skin stretching around his cock head, could imagine what the image looked like. His hands tightened on her breasts a second before he moved slightly away from her, slapped her ass cheeks hard, and gently pulled them apart.