“Two weeks from this weekend, I think,” Patti said, pulling up a calendar on her phone. “Palm Sunday, then Easter, and then a spring wedding.”
“Then it’s decided,” I interjected before Ginevra could object. “Sofia has two weeks to plan a commitment ceremony for the four of us.”
My wife looked up at me, her eyes dancing with mischief. “So high-handed, husband.”
Cormac tugged on her hair. “That’s how you like it, darling.”
Ginevra just laughed. “Let’s go home, boys.”
Ginevra drank champagnestraight from the bottle as she danced with Liam in our living room. Candlelight flickered in the darkness, giving their faces a warm and happy glow.
Cormac dropped onto the couch, pulling me in for a deep kiss. He was so rarely affectionate. I reveled in the feeling of his soft lips moving over mine, his dark possession as he ran his fingers through my hair, angling my head to allow him to plunder his tongue as deeply as he wished.
I ran my hands up his chest and hooked one around the back of his head, not allowing him to draw away as I took what I needed from him, our teeth and lips clashing, nipping at each other, until we both pulled back. Our chests heaved, and our breath mingled as we rested our foreheads against one another.
His eyes were amused when they met mine. “It’s been too long, Rian.”
“I’ve been distracted.” I chuckled, cutting my gaze over to the couple swaying in the middle of the room, gazing into each other’s eyes like they were the only ones on the planet.
“Yeah, she’s something else, isn’t she?”
Cormac shook his head as he pushed me back onto the couch. “You good to play tonight?”
I grinned. “With you? Always.”
He hummed his pleasure as he kissed his way down my throat and my chest, unbuttoning my shirt as he went, until he was pulling the fabric out of my pants. I knew Cormac well enough to understand that he wasn’t going to let me top him tonight, or ever, but I’d enjoy the luxurious feel of him pleasuring me as long as I could.
He rubbed his nose along my abs until he hit the vee that dipped into my pants, then yanked my belt open, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled my throbbing cock out. “Look at you, ready for me already.”
I laughed helplessly as he fisted me, smearing pre-cum over the tip of my cock before pumping his hand down once, then twice. When I finally had the wherewithal to look over at Liam and Ginevra, her eyes locked on me as Liam kissed her neck from behind, running his hands up her top and cupping her breasts with his hands. When she moaned, my cock jerked in Cormac’s hands, and he laughed, releasing his firm grip.
Ginevra’s eyes drifted shut as Liam’s fingers worked their magic, plucking and pinching her nipples through the lacy material of her bra. I stood, dropping my clothes on the floor, and sandwiched her between Liam and me, while Cormac observed us from the couch, his eyes hooded.
Her lips met mine as her hands wandered over my shoulders and chest, sending heat racing through my body wherever our skin touched. With Liam’s help, I wriggled her out of her sweater and her bra, then stripped her until we were both entirely naked. I lost myself in her as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness, wanting nothing more than to lift her up and bury my cock inside her right at that moment.
As if sensing my growing need, Cormac took Ginevra’s hand and pulled her away from us. Her brown eyes glazed over with lust, and her cheeks flushed with need and passion. He kissed her gently, sliding his lips over her mouth without deepening the kiss. “How’re you doing, darling?”
She looked up at him with liquid eyes. “Wondering why we’re all down here instead of up in your bedroom.”
I swore as need bolted through me, but when I would have scooped her in my arms, Cormac held out his hand to stop me. “Have you been a good girl today, sweet Ginevra?”
Naked, her olive skin shimmering in the glowing light of the candles, she laughed warmly. “I tied my life to yours forever. What else do you want from me?”
She tilted her head and met his eyes. Her breathing turned ragged. Gracefully, as if she’d been doing it her entire life, she sank to her knees before him. She closed her eyes as if savoring the moment, then opened them to meet Cormac’s heated gaze.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and her lips tilted up into a slight smile. “Now crawl to my room like the filthy whore you are, and let all of us admire your pretty pink pussy dripping on the carpet.”
Her tongue darted out over her lips as she sank onto all fours. I couldn’t believe how completely she submitted to Cormac. It wasn’t as if she’d extinguished her natural fire and energy. Instead, she’d redirected them to feed his pleasure. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
He was right, though. Her pussy glistened in the lustrous candlelight as she slowly crawled to the stairs, her hips swaying with every movement of her hands and knees. God, this was torture, watching her take the stairs one at a time, wishing I could wrap my hands around her hips and plunge into her, fucking her until we screamed our pleasure.
Cormac had other plans, though.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she paused and looked back over her shoulder, her eyes sultry with need.
“C’mon, Ginny-darling, you know where to go,” Cormac said, his voice raspy, as his need overcame his cool control. “Hop to it.”
She grinned at us and waggled her ass in our faces before continuing into his bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed. Ginevra smiled, mischief lighting up her eyes. She was beautiful no matter what, but with joy shining out of her eyes and her heart, I was a goner, despite my resolution to hold myself separate, aloof from her.