Page 69 of The Moon & His Tides
“I’m a mere mortal,” I confessed, one hand pressed to my heart. “How can I focus on driving when such temptation sits in my back seat?”
A startled laugh pealed through the interior of the car, and I was helpless against the joy that unfurled in my chest. I loved to surprise Savannah into releasing that giggle when she was so clad in finery and that well-honed aura of snobbery. In a vintage Chanel gown that was more elegant than sexy, she still managed to stir arousal in my gut. There was something about all that class I wanted to rip apart with my teeth, workingman’s hands, and cock.
Adam beside her shot me a grin. “Try to contain that charm, will you? It’s hard enough leaving you behind tonight as it is.”
Something twisted too tight in my chest, as if my heart was a wind-up toy ready to pop out of my chest straight into his hands.
Because it felt good to hear that they would miss me tonight. Silly, really, when they were going to the British Academy of Film and Television Awards. Of course, I couldn’t join them. They would exit the town car as the public expected to see them, international superstar Adam Meyers and his pretty blonde wife like an angel pulled down from the heavens on his arm.
There was no place for a third. A teenaged Italian man with no accolades to his name.
It was so impossible a fantasy, I couldn’t even envision it in my mind’s eye, and I was awriter.
Still, it was nice to hear those words from Adam when I’d oddly been feeling left out all day.
Since the dinner I’d orchestrated for them that night three weeks ago, the three of us had spent more time together outside of the bedroom. The Meyerses tried to make room for at least one at-home dinner date each week in their schedules, and we had taken to watching Kings Cross United games on Saturday mornings when we could. It was hard to properly date a married couple when they were both well-known figures in London society. We had to make do with dates at home, but I’d always been creative, and I didn’t mind taking the lead.
Especially when Adam and Savannah both seemed to flourish under the extra attention.
For a moment, I’d forgotten just how clandestine our relationship was until this evening. The casual ease of our chemistry and affection for each other seemed too natural to hide away in the shadows, yet there was no other option.
Even if I did succeed in making them fall in love with me, this was all we could ever have. This was all I would ever be, a footnote to their marriage written in invisible ink.
I liked to think I didn’t have a massive ego, but it hurt nonetheless to think about always being in the shadows. My heart stuck in a cage, unable to roam freely.
“I won’t mention that you’re hot enough to raise the global heat index, then,” I returned flippantly, catching sight of Adam’s responding grin in the rearview as I inched forward in the crowded line of cars waiting to drop off celebs at the front of the red carpet.
He did look insanely dashing tonight in the custom Tom Ford ink-black tuxedo with velvet lapels, and the crisp white shirt beneath it opened at the collar to reveal the strong column of his throat. Something primal in me wanted to lunge forward and bite at that neck, mark it as mine in a way everyone on the crowded red carpet would see. I’d had a similar thought when Savannah came down the stairs earlier that evening in a creamy diaphanous gown that floated around her slim legs.
“Better not,” he agreed. “But I had a thought. Something that might make you feel included somewhat in the evening.”
“I don’t need to be included,” I said a little too quickly. “It’syournight. You’re up for a bloody Best Actor award, Adam.”
“I am,” he agreed easily, hand dropping onto his wife’s knee beneath her simple silk gown in a pale pink like the inside of an oyster, like the inside of her pretty pussy.
He pushed Savannah’s knees apart and slowly pulled the hem up, up over her thighs so that the fabric pooled in her lap and exposed her nude underwear.
“But I think both you and Savannah need a reminder that while the night may be about me, I am about both of you,” Adam continued as he produced a little egg-shaped vibrator from his tuxedo pocket.
Savannah squirmed in her seat, a flush deepening the blush painted onto her cheeks. “It would certainly make the night more entertaining.”
I laughed a little breathlessly. “I’ll never say no to playing with Savannah.”
“Even when she’s in front of thousands?” Adam pushed.
“Who am I to deny them her beauty?” I quipped, winking at Savvy, who hid a smile behind her hand as if she was a demure lady when Adam had her legs splayed and a hand under her panties playing with her clit.
“What do you think, sweetheart?” he asked her, nosing at the side of her face before placing a surprisingly sweet kiss on the edge of her jaw. “Do you want to put your fate for the evening in Sebastian’s hands? He might turn this little toy on when we’re in the middle of an interview withEntertainment Tonight. He might make you come when we’re being photographed for every major magazine and news outlet in the world. I know you pride yourself on your control, but do you really think you can handle this?”
The gauntlet he’d thrown landed right in Savannah’s lap. Without hesitation, she leaned back in the seat to spread her legs even wider, her hand going to her mouth to wet two fingers before sinking them inside her pussy. Her pale-blue eyes locked on mine in the reflection of the rearview mirror as she fucked herself slowly.
“I can handle anything either of you wants to give me,” she declared with that haughty tilt of her chin.
Heat slid through my veins as slow and devastating as lava flow. When Savvy saw me adjust my hardening length in my trousers, her lids lowered further, and she groaned softly. I watched as Adam finally replaced her fingers with the little pink toy and then lifted his own digits for her to lick clean.
Fuck, they were gorgeous.
Weeks of living with them and sleeping with them, and I was nowhere near done with them. I doubted I ever would be.
