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“Oh God, I’m going to come.”
Burke jerked James forward, sinking as deep as he could as he sucked.
“Ahh—Burke—” James came hard with a shudder, releasing in his mouth. As promised, Burke drank him down, savoring the sweet and salty taste.
When he was spent, James sank to his knees, pressing his forehead against Burke’s once more. “You’re mine,” he murmured. “Mine to love. Mine to covet, to own.”
Forever.
Burke nodded, hands still shaking as he smoothed them over James’ bare shoulders. “I’ve always been yours... but now I need your help.”
James lifted his head away. “What? Anything.”
Burke held his gaze. “Tell Rosalie you love her. Propose to her. Make her ours.”
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James followed Burkeback to his room. No one noticed them moving through the dark of the house, for it was late now, long after midnight.
He stepped into Burke’s bedroom, looking around. He rarely ever came in here. It was simply furnished, with little touches of Burke everywhere. The only light came from the half-dying fire.
“Lock the door,” Burke muttered, tossing his outer clothes on the back of a chair. Like James, he was dressed only in his white muslin shirt and black dress pants. Both men had their sleeves rolled up and their collars open.
James turned the latch, locking them both inside. He stilled, one hand on the door, as he heard it. A faint moan. He spun around, eyes narrowed on Burke, who flashed him a weak smile.
“Do you want to wait until they’re finished?”
A mix of emotions surged through James all at once—jealousy, need, hunger, curiosity. They swirled like a hurricane, and he stood at the center. He took a steadying breath.
“Fuck waiting.” He moved purposefully towards the other door and pushed it open without knocking.
With a soft chuckle, Burke followed.
Rosalie’s fire was blazing strong, with candles lit for extra light. James stepped past the curtained bed post, his eyes searching, settling on his quarry. Rosalie was naked in bed with Renley, wrapped in his arms. They were both lying on their sides, her right leg slung over his hip. His hand framed her rounded arse, holding her hips tight against him as he fucked her with slow, easy strokes. With the sheets tangled around their legs, their bodies danced with golden firelight, the heavy shadows playing off their movements as they kissed, whispering lovers’ words.
Rosalie’s back was to them, and Renley barely noticed the opening door. Clearly, he was unfazed by the idea that Burke might enter. That fact alone had jealousy and want surging inside James, cresting like an angry wave. Christ, how practiced were they at this already? How much had he missed by being such an unyielding arse?
Renley met his gaze and cursed. “Fucking hell, James.”
Rosalie glanced over her shoulder, gasping as she saw him standing next to Burke.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he muttered, his eyes hungrily taking them in. She was so beautiful. They were beautiful together. Rosalie looked at him warily. She was right to be confused. He’d behaved so abominably. If she never forgave him, he’d understand.
Burke stepped in close behind him, one hand curling around his waist. “You heard James. Our girl is needy, Tom. Finish her.”
Rosalie whimpered as Renley kissed her neck. “Do youwant them to watch, Rose? Shall we drive them mad with longing for you?”
She whined again, her hips moving with his as she buried her face against his tattooed chest.
Renley glanced over her shoulder at them. “James can look, but he can’t touch. He deserves to watch you come on another man’s cock.”
James stood at the side of the bed, his own cock growing harder by the second as he watched them together.
Suddenly, Renley pulled out of her. James spied his thick length wrapped in a French letter. James hadn’t even thought of it in the opera box. Too lost to his lust. Rosalie protested, but Renley slung her leg off his hip. “Roll over, sweet girl,” he murmured. “I want him to see all of you.”
She moaned as Renley rolled her. She had nowhere to look but directly at him as Renley shifted her hips, lifting her leg slightly so he could sink back inside her from behind. At this angle, James watched Renley’s cock slide into her sweet cunt. He wanted to die as the firelight danced, highlighting the glistening desire between her thighs. His heart hammered as he remembered the feel of her—the warmth, the wetness, the silky-smooth perfection of her sex. He wanted to taste it again, bury himself there and never leave.
