“What?” Eden asked.
“Things are never as easy as you might think they should be.”
Is he trying to sound sage?It wasn’t working. Just because Benson was in his mid-forties didn’t mean Eden knew nothing about this situation.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Eden scooched forward to the edge of the couch, aware that both of her boyfriends watched her every move. “I have to do everything around here, don’t I?” She wagged a finger at both, switching hands when appropriate.“I’m a woman of the modern age. I know all about weaponized incompetence and mental loads. So, I’ll do thisonetime at the start. But if we keep up this arrangement in the future, I expect you both to put in some work at getting the party started.
“What are you—”
“What do you mean—”
But Eden didn’t want to waste any more time. The longer they sat there, the more awkward it would get.Fuck that.Eden still felt like it was a week ago, when she and Benson hunted for a third to add to their night.I was gonna have the time of my life.Introducing Liam was supposed to be the best part. She would have everything – pleasureandcomfort in them.
Now they wanted to play their silly games? Not on her watch.
“Well,” Liam sighed as Eden flung herself into Benson’s lap and planted a heavy kiss on his mouth. “I shoulda known you’d go for him first. It’s his place, after all.” Before she could grab his hand and slap it on her ass, he said, “I see you’ve changed the curtains, though.”
Eden continued kissing Benson while Liam amused himself. When she pulled back, Benson’s breath was ragged. His hands hovered over her waist, uncertain.
“Don’t be shy,” she whispered, before reaching down to grab his wrists and plant his palms firmly on her ass. “Touch me. Like you mean it.”
His fingers dug in. A familiar, possessive grip.Good. She turned her head, finding Liam’s intrigued gaze. “You, too.”
Liam’s smirk was back. “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea.” Eden shifted, her dress riding higher. “Get over here. Now.”
He didn’t move. Eden rolled her eyes.
“Fine. Guess I’ll come to you.”
She slid off Benson’s lap, landing on her knees between them. The soft rug pressed against her skin. She may have been in thesubmissive position, but she was the one in charge.This is my show tonight.As long as they went along with it, she’d be the happiest woman in town come the morrow.
Her hands landed on their thighs. One on each. A slow, deliberate squeeze greeted them.
“This,” she said, her gaze flicking between them, “is happening. Right here. Right now.” She leaned forward, addressing Benson. “You’re going to watch him touch me.” She then turned to Liam. “And you're going to watch him fuck me.”
They were stunned into silence.
Eden straightened up, a challenge in her eyes. “No history. No baggage. No stupid little games.” Her fingers tightened on their thighs. “Just this. Us. Physicality and eroticism, gentlemen.” Her hands began to move. A torturous journey upward. tracing the hard lines of their muscles through their pants. She felt their twin reactions and intakes of breath.
She leaned in, her lips hovering just inches from Liam’s.
“Kiss me,” she commanded with a husky whisper. “While he watches.”
And for the first time that night, something other than tension existed between these two men who had been all over her for over a month.
Desire.She felt it, too. It had been building within her for so long that she thought she might finally burst.Good thing I’ve got plenty of energy for both.
Especially when she raised herself over Liam, who looked her right in the eyes and saw her for what she was.
Come and claim your prize, sir.
Liam curled his hands around the back of her head and brought her lips down to his, tasting not only her but the remnants of Benson’s kiss on her. Eden’s tongue dove into his mouth and pushed him down deeper into his side of the couch – all while her ass raised into the air, right next to Benson’s head.
Come on.She sent those vibes from her head as she felt up Liam’s chest and kissed him like she meant it.Get in on this. It’s your favorite thing.Including with this guy, apparently.
Eden's tongue was a thief in Liam's mouth, stealing his breath and claiming his groans of surrender. Her hands were claws, raking down his chest, nails scraping against the fabric of his shirt. He arched against her, a willing sacrifice. Every cell in her body screamed for more.