“So I wait all day,” I said with a smile. “And you both appear at the same time.” I looked up from my painting of the bay, which was more or less complete.
“Yeah, like buses,” Liam said, striding across the living room and lifting me to my feet. “Two come along at once.” He bent his head and kissed me soft and gentle.
My knees weakened and I leaned into his granite body, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and molded to him as he held me up.
“I think in this house it’s more like three come at once,” Quinn said in his most drawling, sexy voice. He tossed his jacket over the back of the sofa and walked over to Liam and me.
Liam pulled his mouth from mine and I felt Quinn cup my cheek. “Hey,” he said. His black eyes flashed and a muscle flexed in his cheek. “You had a good day?”
I nodded and reached for a kiss. As Liam held me tight, Quinn delved deep into my mouth. Our tongues began a wild dance and I slipped one hand from Liam to wind around Quinn’s waist. His kiss was tighter, harder, there was something wilder about it than Liam’s but I adored both sensations and being able to swap from one to the other was idyllic.
“I’ve missed you this afternoon,” Liam said, brushing my hair aside and stooping to kiss my neck. “Been thinking of your body,” he said onto my skin. “Been remembering that adorable little shout you do just before you come, it makes me hard, so hard.”
I splayed my fingers and pressed against the back of his neck, urging on his kissing and his talking. His words were like syrup running into my veins and pooling sweetly between my legs. How these guys could get me so turned-on so quickly was amazing. I guessed it was one of the benefits of having two lovers.
“I want to hear it again,” Liam said into my ear. “I want to hear it shouted out, loud and wild...” he paused, “around my cock.”
A whimper of desire escaped my lips, which Quinn caught in his mouth. Liam pressed his body closer and his erection shoved against my stomach. He was right, he was hard from thinking about my little shout of ecstasy. Really hard.
Quinn snaked a hand up my top, delved inside my bra and tweaked my nipple. “Do you want that, Ariane?” he asked in a gravelly voice, palming the underside of my breast. His breath was heated and coming faster by the second. “Do you want to suck Liam’s cock while I make you come? Would that thrill you, would it make you feel adored and cherished?”
Did I want it? Hell yes!
I nodded and pulled both men closer still. “Yes,” I said, catching in a breath as Quinn pulled my other nipple to the point of pain. “Yes, please.” I could barely fathom what I was agreeing to, how the logistics would work, but it sounded like enormous fun for all of us, and it had been a long, quiet afternoon alone with my thoughts.
“Then strip,” Quinn said, pulling back with a decidedly predatory look in his eye. “Quick.”
Blurb for Shared
Struggling artist Ariane Arlington flees the Welsh valleys after exposing her corrupt boss. But when the sun rises she finds herself jobless and homeless in Cardiff city with barely a penny to her name.
She responds to an advert in the local paper—Room to let, wanted, girl to share. What she doesn’t realize is that the two insanely gorgeous guys who live in the penthouse apartment really do want a girl to share, in every sense of the word. Fortunately for Ariane, rent is the last thing on their minds.
She discovers the men are bound together by a turbulent past. Liam, a computer whiz, keeps a painful secret hidden beneath his buff exterior, whilst Quinn, a pioneering neurosurgeon, wonders if he’ll ever meet a woman who can live with his controlling ways. They admit the one thing missing from their lives is a woman just like Ariane, who can handle them both in and out of the bedroom and who, together, they can keep satisfied, loved and most of all, safe.
Have a wonderful Sunday.