Chapter 16

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Sometimes fantasies do come true.

~ Zayne

“SO, WHAT WAS the biggest highlight of the night, Red?”

Chloé glanced up at the front of the SUV, where Zayne was eyeing her in the rearview mirror.

Still floating high from her incredible night, she hadn’t been able to stop talking since she’d gotten in the car. She still couldn’t believe she’d done it. That she’d not only created a top menu, but that her and her team had managed to pull off an absolutely flawless dinner service.

From the appetizers, to the mains, to the beautiful desserts that had hit each table, Chloé had been proud of each and every plate that had gone out tonight. Then, to top it all off, her fathers had offered her a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that she still couldn’t actually believe.

Paris…

They wanted her to live and work in Paris.

“Red?”

“Sorry.” She grinned as she refocused on Zayne’s smiling eyes. “Hmm, what was the biggest highlight?”

“Yeah, I mean, you just kicked ass tonight. There has to be something that stuck out.”

“I think the biggest thing is the fact that I pulled it off.” She shook her head and laughed. “I still can’t believe that I served my meals to everyone tonight. That’s a chef’s dream, and I got to live it.” She let out a happy sigh and rested her head against the window. “I might have to pinch myself to make sure I’m awake.”

Ethan’s eyes found hers. “If you give us five minutes we’ll be home, and I’m sure we can think of a much more pleasurable way to make sure you’re awake than pinching you.”

Zayne winked. “Well, that all depends on where you’re being pinched.”

She laughed and settled in for the rest of the trip. As they pulled up at the gates of the estate and Ethan drove inside, Chloé looked out at the grassy grounds surrounding the pool and thought back to the night she’d walked across them…naked.

A shiver raced through her body as she remembered what had come after that, and as they all climbed out, she wondered what he had in store for them tonight—because with Ethan, you never could tell.

Chloé made her way up to the front door, and when Isla opened it, she did a double take.

Gone was the flawless modern-day woman in the black pants and tailored shirt who looked after the estate, and in her place was a beautiful lady in a high-waisted gown with full skirts straight out of the eighteenth century.

Her inky-black hair that was usually tied back in a slick ponytail fell down around her shoulders, and as she looked at Chloé, she did a slight curtsy.

“Your Grace, if you’ll come with me tonight, I’ll take you to your chambers and get you ready for the evening.”

What in the world?

Thrown completely off guard, Chloé glanced over her shoulder to see a crooked smile tugging at Zayne’s lips, then Ethan leaned in and said by her ear, “Welcome to your special celebration…Duchess.”

Duch— Oh.

She understood now. The book. Zayne’s fantasy.

The earl, the viscount, and the duchess.

Chloé looked between the two of them, and suddenly everything other than what was about to happen next up and vanished. The two of them had clearly gone to great lengths to set this up for her to celebrate, and now it was time for her to slip into her role.

“Thank you, gentlemen. If you’ll both excuse me, I need to go and freshen up for the evening.”

“Be our guest.” Ethan gestured to the elevator. “I believe you’ll find everything you need waiting for you in your room. Isla will be more than happy to assist you.”

Assist me? Assist me with what?

“When you’re ready, the viscount and myself will be waiting for you in the parlor.”

Zayne walked over to the elevator and opened the door, and just as she was about to step inside, he winked at her. “We’ll see you soon, Duchess.”

Chloé bit down on her lower lip to hold back her laugh. This was so fun and so very naughty. She’d known Zayne had read that book after she moved in. She’d seen it on the nightstand. But she’d never expected this.

As the elevator made its ascent, she looked over at Isla. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you…Your Grace.”

Wow.Ethan must’ve told her not to break scene, because damn, she was really selling it.

When they reached the top floor, where their bedroom was located, Chloé stepped out, and what she saw next had her catching her breath.

There, spread out across the foot of their massive Spanish-style four-poster bed, was a beautiful eighteenth-century gown. She dropped her bag on the floor and rushed over to it, running her hand over the sumptuous materials.

The gown was a silvery taupe color embossed with velvet and had the most beautiful sheen to it, and Chloé just knew it would shimmer in the light.

It was paired with a stunning creamy brocade with florals and vines woven in gold and silver. She traced her fingers over the intricate patterns. The bodice had a square neckline that would show off her…womanly assets to their best advantage, and was trimmed with gold braid that followed the seamlines down the skirt fronts to give it—and her—lovely, elegant lines.

Chloé picked up the skirts and ran them through her fingers, the silky material sensual to the touch. The feminine half sleeves that lay out on the duvet were trimmed with cascading lace at the elbow.

Where did someone even get a gown like this? It was absolutely exquisite.

“Your Grace?”

At the sound of her “title,” Chloé looked over to Isla standing beside the bed with a white garment draped across her arms. She walked over to get a closer look, and that was when she realized it was a shift.

It was snowy white and made of the very finest linen, and it had a discreet trim of lace around the neckline and cuffs.

“If you’d like to shower, I’ll be waiting to assist you with your gown when you’re done.”

That made sense. Isla was going to help her get into her dress. She hadn’t looked at the back but she was guessing it was all grommets and ties. Something she wouldn’t be able to secure—or unfasten—on her own.

“Thank you, I’d appreciate that.”

Isla handed the shift over, and Chloé headed for the en suite. Once she was inside and the door was shut, she realized she didn’t have anything to put under the shift.

That was when she remembered one of the main reasons she loved reading these historical romances—the women didn’t wear anything underneath their shift.

That’s right. No panties, no drawers, no lacy thongs. She would be bare, and as a cheeky smile crossed her lips, she thought, All the better for her earl and viscount to touch me.

CHLOÉ WASN’T SURE how long she’d been up in the room, but by the time she had showered, styled her hair, and gotten dressed, she figured it had been a good forty, forty-five minutes.

Isla had been a godsend with the ties at the back of the gown, and Chloé couldn’t help but think how exhausting it must’ve been to have to do this every night of her life back in this time period.

Isla gave her a beautiful handheld fan, and after barely saying a word since they’d been up there, Chloé couldn’t take it anymore.

“Well, what do you think? Do I fit the part?”

Isla’s usually serious lips twitched. “I think the earl and the viscount are going to be very happy to see you.”

A hot flush crept up Chloé’s neck, and she wondered if one of the reasons women carried fans around with them back then was to hide behind them every time something scandalous was said.

It wasn’t like you could miss the way her skin had just turned scarlet, not with how much of it was on very prominent display.

“Then I better not keep them waiting.”

“No, Your Grace.”

Chloé walked over to the elevator, the heavy skirts swishing around her legs as she went. She stepped inside and shut the door, and as it began its descent, she looked down at her neckline and giggled.

Okay, if I’m not careful, I just might fall out of this.

When she reached the ground floor, she stepped out and remembered what Ethan had said: “When you’re ready, the viscount and myself will be waiting for you in the parlor.”

A.k.a. the living room.

It was a quiet fall night, and the lights were set to dim, as Chloé made her way across the foyer and down the hall to the living room.

She could hear the distinct sound of a fire crackling as she got closer, and when she finally stepped into the room, the sight that greeted her set her heart to pounding.

Zayne was lounged back against one end of the antique sofa in the room wearing a loose white linen shirt, tan breeches, and black boots that ended just below his knees.

His legs were sprawled apart in a most indecent way, and the neckline of the shirt fell wide, exposing his muscled chest. His dark hair looked as though he’d run his fingers through it when he’d gotten out of the shower, and he looked every inch the sinful viscount.

Chloé’s thighs tightened as her pulse kicked up, and her eyes shifted to the other man in the room.

Ethan stood by the fireplace, his hand braced on the mantel as he stared into the flickering flames. He was dressed in a much more distinguished manner than Zayne, but that certainly didn’t take away from his appeal.

He wore similar boots and breeches, but instead of a loose white linen shirt, his was tucked in under a short-fronted navy tailcoat jacket with a fitted waistcoat. He had a gold pocket watch attached to the outfit and a top hat that sat on the mantel, and he very much embodied the part of the rakish earl.

At the sound of her approach, both men looked in the direction of the door, and when their eyes caught on her, the expression in theirs had flames of wicked desire coursing through her body.

“My lords,” she said, slipping into her role with surprising aplomb. “Thank you for agreeing to wait for me this evening. I hope I haven’t kept you long.”

* * *

I WOULD WAIT to the end of time if meant getting to see you standing there dressed like that,Zayne thought as he drank in the sight of their boss woman chef, dressed up like one of the ton’s most respectable Society ladies.

Yeah, that’s right, he knew the lingo. He’d read the book. In fact, he’d read that book several damn times. When he’d gone to Ethan with a paragraph or two that he thought he might like, Ethan’s desire to give him and Chloé what they wanted had come out to play—and holy hell had he succeeded.

When Zayne had first walked into the living room in costume, he’d expected to find Ethan in much the same getup, but no. Where he was dressed like some kind of scoundrel, Ethan looked like a distinguished gentleman. The accessories were a nice touch. The pocket watch, the hat—the whole ensemble made him hard as a rock. When the door had opened and Chloé stepped inside, he wondered just how in the hell Ethan thought they were going to last long enough to enjoy the dress she’d spent almost an hour getting into.

“Your Grace, we haven’t been waiting long at all,” Ethan said as he clasped his hands behind his back and walked over to stand at the end of the sofa. “Have we, Lord Zayne?”

If his dick hadn’t been half as hard as it was from the sight of these two dressed up in his ultimate fantasy, he might’ve laughed. Lord Zayne?

But, not about to break scene, he got to his feet and took a step forward, holding his hand out to Chloé.

Jesus, she was beautiful. She’d clipped half her hair up and swept the rest of the curls over her shoulder, and the silver and gold gown she wore fit her to perfection. It hugged her figure like a lover would, and just as he suspected, the neckline showcased her beautiful breasts like two ripe peaches he wanted to taste.

She placed her dainty fingers in his like the elegant duchess she was, and he lowered his head to kiss the back of her hand. As his lips brushed over her warm skin, he felt a shiver run through her, and when he flicked his tongue over the same spot, she gasped.

“Whatever the wait”—Zayne raised his eyes to hers and winked—“it was worth every second.”

A beautiful blush crept up from her chest to her cheeks as he let go of her hand and straightened.

“I see that you got the gift I left for you,” Ethan said. “I must admit, I worried about the measurements. But it seems to fit you quite well.”

Chloé angled her head up a fraction, the pose elegant and haughty all at once. “It does. But you shouldn’t have. It’s not proper for you to be studying my form so closely.”

“We are betrothed.”

“That does not matter.”

“Doesn’t it?” Ethan walked forward and slowly made his way around behind her. “You were hardly worried about propriety when you let me under your skirts last week.”

Chloé’s lips parted in shock as she turned to glare over her shoulder. “How dare you.”

“How dare I? How dare you, Duchess. It seems you have quite the appetite for sins of the flesh. First me, and then later that same week—him.” Ethan aimed an accusatory look in Zayne’s direction. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out that you’ve been sneaking around with my future wife?”

Oh yeah, he could play the part of the scoundrel real good.

“That’s not how it was. But even if it were, she is not your wife yet. Now, if that’s all, I must take my leave. Arguments of the marital kind bore me.”

Zayne turned on his heel, about to walk out, banking on the fact that Ethan would stop him.

“So, she didn’t go across town last week and meet up with you?”

And there it was. He pivoted back to face the stunning pair.

“And you didn’t pull her skirts up and take her by the window?”

Chloé gasped and her eyes widened, and Zayne’s dick throbbed at the little story Ethan was concocting.

“Well?” Ethan reached for the skirts of her gown and slowly drew them up her leg. “Did you?”

Zayne stepped forward. “That’s enough, Lord Ethan.”

“I don’t think so,” Ethan growled. “She is betrothed to me, and you I won in a hand of poker. If my memory serves correct.”

“You won my services—”

“Same thing. That makes the both of you mine to do with as I please.”

Oh fuck yes. That was so hot. But Zayne wasn’t about to get distracted. “You cheated on that hand.”

“I won that hand fair and square, and since you were playing with money you didn’t have, I’d say my demand for compensation was more than reasonable."

“So now I am to just do as you say?”

“Yes.” Ethan’s tone brooked no argument. “So go and sit down.”

Zayne ground his teeth together as he walked over to the sofa and took a seat.

Chloé’s eyes were glued to his as she stood still as a statue in Ethan’s grip. But the arousal swirling in them told Zayne she was getting off to Ethan’s performance just as much as he was.

“Now, Duchess.” Ethan nipped at her jaw, and she trembled in his arms. “Since you can’t seem to keep away from Lord Zayne, tonight I brought him to you.”

Ethan slipped his hand under her skirt, and from the soft whimper that left her lips, his fingers had found their way between her thighs.

“You can deny it all you want. But he makes you wet, and tonight I’m going to see how.” Ethan removed his hand and gently shoved her forward a step. “Go to him.”

Chloé swallowed, her eyes locked on Zayne as he spread his legs in invitation.

She took in a deep breath and moved across the room until she was standing in front of him, and when he sat up on the edge of the couch and reached for her hips, Ethan said, “Turn around.”

Fuuuck.

Ethan was going to control this whole thing, and something about his claiming the master role, even in a historical role play, was the ultimate turn-on.

Chloé licked her lips, and Zayne nodded. As she turned around, his breath caught at the intricate laces crisscrossing up her beautiful back.

Jesus, the female attire back in the day was like a chastity device all on its own. Hell, by the time he got all of Chloé’s clothes off, his poor cock might just give up.

Then again, anticipation was the biggest tease of all.

“Remember, this isn’t for you,” Ethan said as he took off his jacket and tossed it over the back of the clubman chair that sat opposite them. “It’s for me. Now, since you’re so adept at it, lift her skirts, Lord Zayne.”

Zayne shifted on the seat, trying to find the best position for his aching erection, because God knew the front flap of these breeches was being tested.

He reached for the hem of Chloé’s skirts. They were silky and thick, and as he drew them, and the soft linen shift beneath, up her smooth legs, his heart began to pound as hard as his cock.

As he passed her knees and got halfway up her thighs, Ethan held up a hand.

“Stop.”

Zayne immediately froze.

“Part your legs, Duchess. It’s time to show me your secret.”

Chloé’s breath shook as she took a deep inhale. She widened her stance, and the scent of her arousal immediately hit Zayne’s nose.

“Sit down on Lord Zayne’s lap. Legs on either side of his.”

Chloé shifted the best she could in such a gown, and as she took a seat, the material of her skirts billowed all around him.

Zayne moved it aside the best he could until his fingertips touched soft, smooth skin, and the second they did, a surprised little gasp left her.

Perfect,Zayne thought as he trailed his fingers across the top of her thigh. As he slowly started to slip them in between, Chloé arched back and leaned her head toward him.

“I knew you’d come alive under his touch,” Ethan said, his voice like sandpaper as he walked over and stopped in front of them. “Why wouldn’t you? He’s strong, handsome, and has a devilish tongue. Any respectable person would look at him and wonder what it would be like to have him touch them.”

Holy shit, Ethan was ramping this fuck fantasy up a notch or two. When he reached for his waistcoat and unbuttoned it, Zayne’s dick jerked.

“Are you respectable, Duchess?”

Chloé squirmed on Zayne’s lap, trying to get him to move his fingers. But he wasn’t budging until he was told.

“I asked you a question,” Ethan said as he rolled his sleeves up his forearms. “Are you respectable?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Hmm.” Ethan leaned down to whisper over the top of her lips, “You won’t be by the end of the night. Lord Zayne? I know you have more skill than this. Your reputation for bed hopping is almost as well known as your debt. Show me how you make Her Grace writhe.”

Zayne’s lips twitched as he began to move his hand again, and as he circled his fingers up under the folds of fabric, he was shocked to find Chloé’s warm, wet body naked for the taking.

Damn, she was open and wide. Before he could stop himself, Zayne slid a finger inside.

Chloé moaned and tossed her head back on his shoulder, and the grunt of approval from Ethan told Zayne that his “skills” were now being appreciated.

Zayne kissed along Chloé’s neck as he started to tease her clit with his thumb. As she started to really move on the two fingers he had inside her, Ethan reached out and gently pulled the neck of her gown down.

“Ahh,” Chloé gasped, but did nothing to try to cover herself as Zayne reached up to cup one of her exposed breasts.

Ethan’s eyes were dark as night as the scene he’d set up began to unfold. He reached down and unbuttoned his breeches.

Zayne watched on with a greedy gaze as his fingers worked Chloé into a crazed state of need. And when Ethan pulled his cock free and wrapped a fist around it, Zayne’s dick did its best to punch free of its confines.

A slow, wicked smirk tugged at the corners of Ethan’s mouth.

“Well, Your Grace” he said, as he once again looked down to where Zayne’s fingers were fucking their duchess. “Now that I’ve seen your secret, I think it’s time that I share it.”

* * *

ETHAN LOOKED DOWN at the sensual picture Chloé made lounged back on Zayne’s lap, her bare legs spread wide, her beautiful breasts spilling free. Her hard nipples were rosy red, like cherries on a sundae, and the bodice of the gown cradled them like hands of the gods offering them up to him.

When she first stepped into the room tonight, it had been all Ethan could do to keep himself in check. His control had already been tested with Zayne so near in an outfit that made Ethan want bend his man over the couch and fuck him into next week.

But somehow, he’d managed to refocus and zero in on the gorgeous gown that accentuated every curve of her body, from her high, pert breasts to the sensual flare of her hips. The firelight caught on the silver and gold silk and shimmered every time she moved.

He hadn’t been sure how she’d react to what they’d planned for her tonight. But when Zayne had shown him a passage from that sexy book of hers, his mind had gone into overdrive.

A little role play never hurt anyone, and judging by Chloé’s glistening body and Zayne’s clenched jaw, both of them were enjoying the hell out this trip to a bygone era.

Ethan gave himself another rough stroke, and Chloé’s eyes fell to the move.

“Don’t look so scandalized, Your Grace. We both know this isn’t the first cock you’ve seen.”

For the first time since this had started, Chloé’s lips curved and she almost broke scene, but at the last second, she seemed to regroup.

“Don’t be vulgar.”

“Vulgar?” Ethan dropped his hand, then he reached for Chloé’s elbow and tugged her off Zayne’s lap. “My mistake—I thought you were quite fond of riding astride a thick prick.”

“Don’t be disgusting,” she said.

As her gown fell back down around her ankles, he spun her around to face Zayne.

Christ, the man was sexy, and sprawled back on the couch with his legs spread and his erection outlined under his tight, tanned breeches, he made Ethan’s mouth fucking water.

“But perhaps it depends on which cock you’re looking at.” Ethan narrowed his eyes on Zayne. “Get up.”

Playing every inch of the immoral seducer, Zayne licked along his lower lip and slowly got to his feet. The loose white shirt hung to his hips, and the wide neck offered a glimpse of his tattooed body.

Ethan was done with the foreplay. “Strip.”

“That wasn’t part of our—”

“Strip now or I’ll tie you up outside and make you listen.”

Zayne’s eyes flared, then Lord Scoundrel reached for his shirt. Zayne pulled it off over his head and threw it on the couch, then he kicked off his boots and reached for the buttons of his breeches.

Chloé took in a shuddery breath as the first button popped free, and as he moved on to the second, third, and fourth, Ethan teased and tormented her nipples until a soft cry left her.

“Such wanton behavior—not that I’m surprised. I’ve always known that under all these gowns lay the heart of a little wildcat.”

Zayne hooked his thumbs in his breeches and shoved them to his feet, and as he kicked them aside and stood gloriously naked in front of them, Ethan was shocked he didn’t come all over Chloé’s gown.

He nodded to the end of the couch, where he’d placed a bottle of lube, and Zayne didn’t have to be told twice. He picked it up, poured some into his hand, then reached for his aching dick.

As he began to stroke, Ethan massaged Chloé’s breasts in time with Zayne’s hand, and her needy moans were the perfect accompaniment to the snick, snick, snick of the lube.

“What about that cock?” Ethan said. “Is that disgusting?”

Chloé’s chest heaved as she watched Zayne masturbate a couple of feet away, and Ethan couldn’t help but grind himself up against her ass.

“I don’t hear you, Duchess. Is that cock—Lord Zayne’s cock—disgusting to you?”

She shook her head, and Ethan nipped at her ear.

“What was that?”

“No,” she rushed out as he pinched one of her nipples. “I never said it was disgusting.”

Ethan spun her around then and yanked her up against him until her breasts were pressing against his chest.

“No, you said I was. Yet your body is weeping for me and your nipples are begging to be sucked.” He lowered his head and grazed his lips over the top of hers. “Tell me you don’t want my cock inside you.”

Chloé blinked, her breath hot as it entered his mouth, then she shocked the hell out of him.

“I don’t. I want you to put it in him.”

She glanced over her shoulder at Zayne, and it took everything Ethan had not to break scene, but fuck, she’d just thrown him for a loop.

Naughty little Duchess…

“He owes you,” she said, and aimed her siren eyes up at him. “You wanted to know my secret. I want both of you, I always have, and I want it now.”

Goddamn, Chloé was on fire, and if he didn’t stop touching her, she was going to consume him.

He let her go and stepped around her to walk over to Zayne. “You do this, your debt is paid in full.”

Zayne’s mouth twitched. “I don’t fuck men.”

Ethan ran his eyes down Zayne’s phenomenal body, then brought them back up to his equally stunning face.

“Good, because you’re not the one who is going to be fucking a man.”

Ethan glanced back at Chloé, who looked the very picture of debauchery. Her hair had fallen free in a cascade of curls around her shoulders, as she stood there in her elegant gown with her breasts on full display.

“You’ll be fucking the duchess.” He turned back to Zayne. “So? What’s it going to be?”

Zayne looked down to Ethan’s dick and nodded. “Deal.”

“I thought so.” Ethan grabbed hold of the plush blanket over the end of the sofa and spread out in front of the fire. “Lie down.”

Zayne moved to the blanket as Ethan held out his hand to Chloé. She walked to him, head held high, then slipped her hand into his as he led her over to Zayne, now flat on his back stroking his shaft.

Ethan moved around behind her and began to loosen the ties of her gown, and Zayne watched on with hungry eyes. After the dress was finally free and he drew it from her shoulders and down to her feet, Ethan gathered up the heavy material and moved it to the sofa.

Chloé stood there in nothing but her white shift, and the flickering fire made the garment all but see-through. It showed off her shadowy curves and the apex of her thighs, and though it was designed to cover, all it did was tease.

Zayne’s strokes quickened as he punched his hips up into the air, and Ethan moved back in behind Chloé.

“Now, tell me the truth, Duchess. Riding astride is your preference, is it not?”

Her lips curved as she looked back him and nodded.

“Then by all means”—he gestured to Zayne—“hop on.”

Chloé stepped over the top of Zayne, and Ethan moved to the foot of the blanket. Then she slowly began to lower to her knees, and Zayne finally let go of his dick and reached for the seductress who was about to ride it.

“Pull up your shift.” Zayne’s voice was guttural as Chloé hovered over his hips.

She reached for the soft material and drew it up her thighs to her waist, and when her bare ass and mound came into view, Ethan and Zayne groaned.

“Fucking perfection,” Zayne whispered, then he reached between her thighs and began to stroke his fingers through her slick arousal.

Chloé moaned and tipped her head back, and Ethan gripped the base of his dick as he watched her rock back and forth on her knees.

“Ah… God…”

Zayne growled as he pulled his hand free and lined his cock up. “Take a seat, Duchess.”

Ethan couldn’t take his eyes off the two of them as Chloé lowered herself onto Zayne’s shaft, and when she was finally seated, she let go of her shift and planted her hands on his muscled chest.

“Fuck,” Zayne cursed as she slowly began to move atop him, and he slid his hands up her thighs to her bare ass and squeezed.

Ethan could see the silhouette of everything that was taking place beneath the fine material, and as Chloé undulated her hips over the top of Zayne, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some into his hand, then moved down onto the blanket between Zayne’s legs and tapped him on his knee. Zayne knew exactly what he wanted.

He stilled Chloé’s hips and gathered her shift, drawing it up to her waist to reveal her pert ass, and Ethan got his first up-close look of Zayne’s dick deep inside her.

It was so hot and so fucking sexy. She fit him like a glove, and he was going to fit inside Zayne the same damn way.

Ethan leaned forward and kissed Chloé’s shoulder, then his attention shifted to the man under her.

“Time to pay up, my lord. Part your legs.”

Zayne immediately bent and spread them wide for him, and Ethan reached down and rubbed his lubed fingers over the hole.

Zayne’s hips jacked up off the blanket, driving his cock deeper into Chloé. She cried out, and Ethan did it again, and when he added a second finger, Zayne’s movements became more forceful, more desperate.

Ethan zeroed in on his prostate next and gave it a good massage, and he could hear Zayne’s heavy breathing mixed with Chloé’s cries. It was a raw, decadent sound. He pulled his fingers free and lined his cock up, and as he slid it home, a loud shout echoed around the room.

He tunneled inside of Zayne’s body, and then hooked one of his hands under his man’s knee to spread it even wider. Chloé looked back over her shoulder then, and her hips moved even faster.

Zayne’s dick was in her, his balls high and tight between them, and Ethan’s cock was drilling inside Zayne so deep it just might come out his fucking mouth.

It was one of the hottest moments of Ethan’s life. But at the same time, one of the most intimate. Not only were their bodies joined, but after everything they’d been through in the last few months, it felt their hearts and minds were too. This was a culmination of all of that.

As the sensations fired though him one after another, Ethan grabbed Chloé’s waist as she sat up on Zayne’s cock, then he crushed their mouths together.

He shoved his tongue between her lips, and her sweet taste was in direct contrast with the act she was currently engaged in.

Zayne groaned and slid his hands up under her shift, and she ripped her mouth free and tore her last item of clothing off.

With both of them completely naked now, Ethan watched as Chloé lowered and Zayne sucked her nipple into his mouth. She braced her hands on either side of his head and began to swivel her hips and ass over his dick, and when Zayne’s cock slipped out of her, Ethan guided it back inside.

Fucking hell…

Ethan dug his nails into Zayne’s thigh and began to move in and out at a frenzied pace, and Chloé seemed to pick up on his rhythm and keep time.

They went at each other fiercely, relentlessly driving one another toward the precipice, and when they reached the very top and flung themselves into blissful oblivion, their names echoed around the room like some kind of prayer to the heavens.

This was what surrender felt like. What peace and happiness felt like.

These two incredible people owned Ethan’s heart, and he owned theirs, and as they collapsed in a tangle of arms, legs, and sweat, naked and vulnerable with one another—he knew they would never be alone again.

The three of them were connected forever—mind, body, and soul.