by Leroux, Lucy
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to be inside you at the same time he is,” Liam began, gesturing expansively, “And I applaud your foresight and willingness to prepare—”
“Stop talking as if you’re addressing a shareholders meeting,” Peyton interrupted, tossing a pillow at his head.
Matthias snickered as Liam caught it and dropped his arms. “Fine…” He sighed, but his lip twitched as he tossed the pillow aside. “I still think it’s too soon.”
Peyton tried hard not to pout, but it was difficult to hide her disappointment.
“However…” Liam trailed off, reaching to take his tie off with exaggerated leisure.
“Do you have something to share with the group?” Matthias asked, amusement crossing his features as he watched the slow-motion striptease.
“I do. Peyton wants to be closer to us, but she isn’t ready for what she’s proposing.” Liam moved, circling Matthias like a lion eyeing a juicy antelope. “But there is someone here with more experience who could fill that role she wants to play—and will later.”
Rooted to the spot, Peyton watched wide-eyed as Liam pressed his mouth to Matthias’ neck. The Nordic man appeared startled, but after a moment, he closed his eyes and swayed slightly, slack with his arousal. Then Liam reached around him, starting to undo the buttons of Matthias’ shirt.
Peyton put a hand over her mouth, overwhelmed. She’d never seen Matthias that unguarded. The expression on his face was her undoing—it was filled with longing, lust, and something she could only call love. True, that love had been a bit damaged, but it was still there after all this time.
They shed their clothing with haste, but Liam was faster. His hard, golden body emerged from its confining suit. It was a touch paler since leaving a week ago, but his chest and arms were just as chiseled and defined as ever. Taking a second, he rifled through Matthias’ pant pocket, pulling out a miniature bottle. Peyton recognized one of the small bottles of lube from the sex cabinet. Matthias had put in his pocket with a big wink when he’d shown her his cache of pleasure accessories, but she hadn’t seen it since. Apparently, Liam knew it would be there, presumably taught by past experience.
Her heart started to thunder in her chest, anticipation and nervousness mingling low in her belly.
Matthias was tugging at his zipper when Liam took over, undoing it with a slow, sensuous movement. Peyton held her breath as Liam pushed Matthias’ shorts down, revealing his already erect shaft. Gazing at her over Matthias’ shoulder, Liam met her eyes as he slid his hand down Matthias’ hard chest and grasped his cock. When Matthias moaned deep in his throat, Liam started to move his palm up and down until the other man bucked his hips, fucking into Liam’s large hand.
Holy heavenly fuck. Liam’s expression was hot enough to singe her skin. Instead of joining them, though, she stayed fixed in place like a fool. Not that she could have made it to them—her legs were too weak to carry her.
Thankfully, that didn’t matter. They came to her. A blink later, Matthias and Liam loomed over her.
Peyton didn’t need them to tell her what to do when Liam continued to stroke Matthias’ hard shaft in front of her. Breaking free of her stupefaction, she leaned forward, Matthias’ familiar musk filling her nose. Putting her hand over Liam’s, she paused long enough to press a kiss to Matthias’ shaft before opening her mouth to take him inside.
“Shit,” Matthias hissed, his hands fisted in her hair. She skipped the preliminaries, swallowing him down as much as she could with Liam’s hand sharing her space, before retreating and doing it again.
Liam set the pace. He kept his hand gliding up and down Matthias’ thick cock, feeding it to Peyton on every downward stroke. His groans egged her on, pushing her to suck him harder and deeper.
She peered up, wanting to see Matthias reaction, but he pulled away. “Stop,” he begged. “I don’t want to come yet.”
“No, we don’t want that…” Liam murmured. Kissing Matthias’ neck again, Liam pushed the other man’s back so he bent at the waist. Eyes hooded with carnal desire, Liam stroked rough hands over Matthias’ ass, then flipped open the top of the lube bottle with one hand.
Peyton watched with parted lips as Liam coated his fingers with the silky liquid, her mind racing—anticipating and rejecting scenes from her most vivid fantasies.
Nothing in those fevered imaginings compared to this reality. When Liam spread Matthias’ cheeks and murmured, “Going to get you ready for me, Matthias, but it’s going to be quick and dirty,” Peyton shivered, her tingling skin a contrast to the molten warmth between her legs.
A broken gasp escaped Matthias’ parted lips when Liam slid one lube-covered finger inside the man’s ass in one smooth forward movement while keeping his gaze on Peyton. Roughly pistoning it until Matthias rocked his hips, seeking more, Liam withdrew only to sink two fingers back in.
Pupils blown wide, Matthias rode Liam’s fingers, incoherently groaning what sounded like more. Peyton stared in fascination. Unable to resist, she clamped her hand between her own legs, trying in vain to ease the ache of her arousal. She had never seen anything so beautiful, so virile, and they were all hers.
Peyton tugged at Matthias’ hands, urging him down on top of her when Liam pulled his fingers free. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. That Liam had blown her world to smithereens with a mind-bending orgasm at the railing didn’t matter. At this moment, she wanted Matthias inside her so badly she ached.
He obliged, pressing her onto the bench. Kissing the soft skin next to her ear, Matthias cradled her to him before adjusting to work his length inside her satin heat.
Peyton threw her head back, nearly boneless, as he slid home. Liam knelt next to them, then cupped her head with his hand, leaning over for a hot openmouthed kiss as Matthias began to pump inside her.
Matthias wasn’t as thick as Liam, but he was a bit longer. Taking him inside her was just as overwhelming, but in an utterly unique way. However, she didn’t have time to catalog the differences because Liam moved, climbing onto the bench behind them with an air of sinful determination.
Taking a cue from recent experiences, she grabbed Matthias’ arms, holding him still as Liam lubed his cock, put a hand on each of Matthias’ ass cheeks, and spread them. Biting into her lip, Peyton watched the play of emotions across Liam’s face as he moved closer to guide his shaft to the place he’d unveiled—lust, tenderness, raw need, and dominance. Everything he was feeling was there on his face, the revealing display so precious and private it made her heart swell.
She couldn’t see Liam’s cock disappear inside Matthias, but she wished she could. Knew she’d demand a chance to witness it and soon. But she could feel Matthias’ tension, the way his body trembled and jerked when Liam pressed into him until there was no space left between them before sliding back. And then again when Liam thrust his hips, deepening the penetration.
Matthias’ lips parted on an exhale, and he opened his eyes. The turbulence and heat reflected in them took her breath away.
Peyton put her hands on either side of his face. “I love you,” she said.
She hadn’t planned to say those words. Loving Liam was different. That had started so long ago it had become one of her pillars—part of the structure on which she’d built her life. Her attraction to Matthias had been there almost from the start. Until now, she hadn’t been aware it had grown, evolving into so much more.
Matthias pressed his forehead against hers. “I love you, too,” he whispered.
Bubbling over with happiness and relief, Peyton kissed him, slipping her tongue between his parted lips. She hadn’t been sure what he was going to say. She didn’t think he’d known either.
When she broke their kiss, Liam started moving, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Matthias was driven forward, taking the hard thrusts without leaving her body. Each time Liam stroked into him, leaning over his back, Matthias penetrated her deeper, hitting a spot that made her writhe and pant.
Reach
ing up, she ran her fingers over him and Liam, touching their muscular arms and shoulders, feeling them flex and slide, like steel covered with satin.
“Fuck,” Liam groaned. “You’re so fucking tight, Matthias.” His pumping grew a little rougher, and he swore again.
Peyton clenched her arms around them both, holding tight as Liam retreated, surging forward to drive his entire length inside Matthias. In turn, it made their Norwegian lover plunge so deeply inside her that his tip rubbed the entrance of her womb. Matthias’ broken gasp was echoed by Liam’s moan—the sound so low and deep it was as if it vibrated down her spine.
High above her, Liam threw his head back, his body wracked by a bone-deep shudder as he obviously reached his release.
“I do love you,” Matthias groaned, his cock swelling inside her. Stars exploded in her head when he flexed his hips a few more times, her orgasm detonating like a shockwave that crashed over her just as his climax flooded her with warmth.
When Peyton opened her eyes, Matthias had collapsed on top of her.
Liam rolled off Matthias to lay naked and flushed on the wooden deck next to them. “Isn’t somebody going to say they love me?” he asked, perilously close to pouting.
Sluggishly, a spent Matthias reached over to swat him on the head. “You know we love you, too. Don’t be greedy.”
“Fine.” Liam chuckled. His head lolled to stare up at the night sky. “Damn. If that’s the kind of welcome home I’m going to get, I should leave more often.”
“Bite your tongue,” Peyton said, hugging Matthias’ head to her breasts. “If this is what a Wednesday night looks like with you two, I refuse to let you leave again.”
Matthias huffed out a laugh before stretching and adjusting so he wasn’t crushing her anymore.
“You know, I take that back. I’m hoping you’ll both come to Sydney with me at the end of the month,” Liam said.
“Sydney?” Matthias lifted his head, frowning. “Why do you need to go back? I thought you were just there.”
Liam grunted. “Yeah, I did a fly-bye after Bangkok, but they’re going to need me there longer. Our renovation hit some paperwork snags with the city. A manager misfiled some licenses. I smoothed most of the issues over, but I should be on site when the construction work resumes.” He winced. “I’m guessing I’ll be stuck there at least three weeks. But before that, I need to visit Paris and Milan for a few days.”
He broke off, rising and heading to the table to pour himself a glass of wine, still gloriously naked. “I’m afraid the work in Sydney isn’t something Maggie could handle. It’s not her area. I would ask Patrick—”
“We know. With the baby coming, Thalia needs him at home.” Peyton turned pleading eyes to Matthias. “You know…I’ve never been to Paris. Or Milan.”
Matthias’ expression turned wry. He ran his teeth over his lower lip as she watched him. She knew her hope had to be written all over her. Finally, he sighed. “I’m never going to be able to say no to you, am I?”
“Welcome to my world.” Liam laughed. Matthias stood as well, his softened member still impressive. His and Liam’s comfort at being nude was a revelation, but she couldn’t let the awesome sight distract her.
Peyton threw a pillow at Liam. “You said no to me all the time.”
“Not as often as I should have,” he scoffed.
Incredulous, she raised an eyebrow.
He wagged his finger. “You didn’t need a ten-core processor to upgrade the hotel’s website. And you definitely didn’t need all that extra RAM. Or the server upgrades.” He stopped to sip his wine. “Your huge screens were a bit excessive, too, and, coincidentally, you just had to have them before the last Assassin’s Creed came out.”
He elbowed Matthias in the side. “Eventually, everyone realized if they wanted some high-ticket item approved, all they had to do was get Peyton to ask me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You never gave me what I really wanted.”
Liam raised a brow. “In my defense, you never actually asked.”
“He has a point,” Matthias said with a snort. Liam gave his ass an appreciative pat, and the two men smirked at her, looking entirely too pleased with themselves.
“Hey, that’s not how this works.” She laughed. “We gang up on Liam. It’s not the two of you against me.”
“Really? Because I thought you two were just ganging up on me, trying to get me to agree to travel more,” Matthias teased.
“Does that mean you will leave the Ormen Lange?”
Matthias’ sigh was long and drawn out, but Peyton knew he’d thrown in the towel. “I suppose. A few days here and there is one thing, but it sounds like Liam is going to be on the road for the better part of a month. That’s too long.”
Peyton jumped up, squeezing him tightly.
He hugged her back before heading to the double doors. “Why don’t we move this show inside? I think we’ve entertained the seals and dolphins long enough.”
“Why don’t you start the shower?” Liam suggested. Matthias, still coming down from the sexual high, obligingly staggered inside.
Liam waited until they were alone. He took her hand, keeping her from following. “Is everything all right?” he asked, the line between his brows deeper than usual.
“Yes,” she said, confused about why he asked. “This isn’t because I told him I loved him, right?”
“No, of course not. I think that’s good—he’s good. For both of us.”
She nodded in agreement, but Liam continued to frown. “I just sensed something when he came in. You seemed nervous… Did you guys get into a fight?”
Damn. Peyton never could hide anything from him. She ducked her head. “Yes. But it was days ago. We made up before you got home.”
“What was the fight about?”
“Nothing. Just a misunderstanding. Don’t worry about it. We’re all good now.”
She started to head inside, but Liam hadn’t let go. “Are you sure nothing else is wrong?”
Taking a deep breath, she considered about telling him about her conversation with Mason and the materials he was going to send her. It was only a split second of madness. Liam would shut her down faster than Matthias.
Which is why you’re not telling either of them. Peyton bit her tongue, tugging away with a smile. “Everything else is fine. Absolutely perfect,” she lied.
Chapter 33
“You can’t hold this against her,” Liam pointed out as he whipped off his tux jacket.
He tossed it on an armchair, a contemporary piece so space age Peyton half-expected it to fly.
“If she wasn’t so damn beautiful, this wouldn’t keep happening.” Matthias grunted, throwing himself down on the couch, another modern masterpiece that complemented the stark beauty of the Caislean Paris.
Peyton ignored the exchange between her lovers, deciding to kick off her heels so she could enjoy the plush carpet under her feet as she danced. Skipping around a high-backed ottoman, she began to hum strains of the waltz they’d played earlier at the ball.
Over a month had passed since she and Matthias had started flying to Caislean hotels to accompany Liam while he worked. They had spent two and a half near blissful weeks in Sydney. After that, they tripped through Milan before arriving in Paris a few days ago, much to her delight.
In the brief time they had been here, Peyton had visited Petit Palais, the Musee Dorsay, and spent hours lost in the Pompidou. She was saving the Louvre for the weekend when she could devote an entire day to the museum’s extensive art collection.
Aside from one short trip to Barcelona with Maggie after she turned twenty-one, Peyton hadn’t traveled much. Money had been a big issue when her father was alive. His alcoholism and gambling had been a constant drain on her finances. She could have traveled for free with Maggie, but it would have been a violation of her self-imposed rules. Peyton hadn’t wanted to take advantage of their friendship that way.
This was different, she told her drunken self
. Now Peyton got to indulge her curiosity about all the places she’d read and dreamed about visiting while in the company of the two most important men in her life. Both of whom love me. She twirled again, this time in celebration.
“Are you seriously complaining that Peyton is too attractive?” Liam poured himself a drink before reaching for a second Waterford tumbler.
Matthias looked as if he’d swallowed a lemon. “I don’t know how you can be so fucking calm. That jerk was practically mauling her.”
“And she took care of it, didn’t she?” Liam laughed. “It was smooth, too. I almost thought he fell on accident. He probably thought he did, too.”
“You actually tripped him?” Matthias asked her.
“As a matter of fact, I did,” she replied, waving her arms like a dancer in first arabesque. The many glasses of wine she’d drunk made her as graceful as a cloud, although it was more than likely she resembled that hippo in a tutu from the old Disney cartoons.
“I taught her that trick,” Liam gloated. “Those heels can be effective weapons when used properly.”
“Wrong. Trick taught me that trick,” she corrected as she wound a path around the coffee table like a drunken ballerina. “You don’t get to take credit for everything I do, you know.”
“I wasn’t.” Liam laughed. “But I will take credit for your right hook. Pity you didn’t get to use that tonight. I would have liked to see that guy flat on his ass after getting decked instead of his face.”
“What happened to your Zen attitude?” Matthias smirked.
Liam sat next to him, handing him a very full glass of whiskey. “Oh, make no mistake. I’m not Zen when it comes to Peyton and other men. But I learned early on if I mix it up with her many admirers, I’m inviting a lawsuit. That’s why I made sure she could take care of herself. Unless they get too handsy, of course. Then all bets are off. But trust me. This is something you are going to need to get used to.”
Matthias grunted. “I may get used to it, but I don’t have to like it.”
