Page 176 of His Grace, the Duke
Rosalie’s heart hammered in her chest as she watched James take Tom in his mouth. Tom groaned, arching up to meet him, his fists gripping tight to the coverlet.
“Fucking hell,” Burke muttered.
James popped his mouth off Tom’s cock and leaned forward, placing two fingers against Tom’s lips. “Suck.”
Tom dragged James’ fingers inside his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked them. After a moment, James pulled them out, wet and glistening. With his left hand, he dragged Tom’s thigh up, opening him wider. Then his wet fingers trailed between Tom’s legs. In the shadows of the room, Rosalie couldn’t see, but she knew the moment James pressed them inside. Tom groaned, letting his leg open wider as he dropped his head back against the bed, eyes closed. Her own body reacted too, knowing well that aching sense of fullness.
Losing his patience, Burke left her side, crossing the room towards them. He stepped behind where James stood and fished in the drawer of the bedside table. Uncorking a little vial, he oiled his hands. Then he stepped behind James, wrapping both hands around him and fisting his cock. James groaned, dropping his head back against Burke’s shoulder, even as his fingers continued to stretch Tom.
“He likes to be dominated,” Burke muttered in James’ ear.
“I know.”
“Don’t be gentle with him—”
“I bloody well know.” James pulled his fingers out of Tom’s arse and curled his hands under his thighs. Tom lay there, panting on the bed, his tattooed chest glistening with a sheen of sweat. “Do you want this, Tom?” James said, all his attention narrowed on Rosalie’s beautiful sailor. “Do you want my cock?”
“Yes,” Tom panted, fisting his own cock with one hand while the other reached blindly for James. “If you make me wait any longer, I’ll go mad. I’m yours, and I’m aching to be filled. Put your cock in me, James. Tear me apart.”
James grabbed Tom’s hips with both hands, dragging him to the edge of the bed. With one hand on Tom’s hip, the other on his own cock, James pressed in. Rosalie watched as he claimed Tom for the first time, sinking his length in to the hilt as Tom trembled.
“How does he feel?” said Burke, standing at James’ side.
“Like home,” Tom replied, a look of pure bliss on his face. “James, you have to move. Don’t hold back.”
James gave a few teasing thrusts, both hands holding tight to Tom’s hips.
Rosalie stepped to the side, reaching blindly for the closest chair as she watched her men together. Slowly, she sank down onto it, feeling the heat and need burning through her. They were magnificent, strong and confident. They were more aggressive with each other than they ever were with her—holding tighter, driving deeper, seeking a gasp of pain with their pleasure. Part of her envied them all. They shared a history together so much richer than anything she yet had with them. Friendships nurtured for twenty years. Trust, yearning, peace.
Looking at them together, she saw her future. Or she saw what shewantedfor her future. She wanted to need and be needed. She wanted to be the center of their world. She wanted to know them better than she knew herself.
Please, God, if you have any mercy in you, spare a little for me. Let me keep them. Let me earn their love. She whispered the prayer in her mind, locking it away deep in her heart.
“Seven,” Tom said on a breathless laugh, pulling her back to the present. He stretched his arms languidly above his head.
“What?” James panted.
“This is seven pounds worth of bliss, and I am owed ten.”The playful glint in Tom’s eye made Rosalie’s stomach flip. James did not like to be teased.
A feral sound escaped James as he lunged forward. Keeping himself buried to the hilt, he wrapped a hand around Tom’s throat and jerked him closer, crashing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Tom did a half curl, grabbing hold of James’ arms as James pounded into him.
Tom gasped, nearly falling back when James wrapped both arms around Tom’s thighs, pressing them back against Tom’s chest, opening him even deeper. “Yes,” Tom panted. “Fucking Christ, you feel so good. Burke,please. Take him.”
Burke stepped in behind James, wrapping his own hand around James’ throat. He pressed his whole weight against him, bending James over Tom. Rosalie held completely still, eyes wide. In all their times together, James had only given of himself; he’d never received.
“Tom asks me to take you,” Burke breathed in his ear. “He wants me to drive you into him. He wants his duke worshipped and claimed. Shall we give him what he wants, Your Grace? Shall you yield yourself to me while our wife watches?”
James gasped between them, his eyes locked on Tom. “Is this what you want?”
Tom licked his lips and nodded. “No beginning, no end, James. You promised us.”
Rosalie could hardly believe it when James returned his nod. Then he said three words that had her ready to shatter without a single touch. “Do it, Burke.”
Burke wasted no time. He didn’t even shed his clothes. He just opened the fall of his pants, oiled himself, and began pressing in. James choked on a groan as Tom arched up to kiss him, greedily swallowing each sound.
“Relax, and take it, Your Grace,” said Burke, easing himself in with careful strokes.
“Holy God,” James groaned, dropping down to his hands, framing either side of Tom.
