Page 94 of American Queen (New Camelot Trilogy 1)
“I don’t know what the future looks like,” he says, his breathing still calm and even, as if he were sitting on a couch and not shoving eight inches of hungry flesh inside me. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do next. The three of us are never going to stop loving each other and we’re never going to stop being jealous. But at least we all know now.”
He shifts the angle of his hips and I gasp, and then the hand that was plumping my breast slides down to my clit and starts rubbing. I bury my face in the covers and moan.
“Would you like it if Embry were here right now?” Ash asks. I can hear the smallest ragged edge in his voice, as if he’s aroused by his own words. “Underneath you while I’m on top? The two of us pressing against you, demanding satisfaction and attention? And when we’ve taken everything we can from you, would you like to watch us fuck each other? You should see how fast Embry comes when he’s being fucked, Greer, it’s really quite something.”
I’m moaning almost non-stop now, squirming into the blanket, the image of the three of us fucking too much for me to bear. The image of Ash buried in Embry’s ass lighting me on fire. I come suddenly and hard, clenching around Ash’s cock as my hands claw at the blankets.
“Oh, so you do like that,” comes Ash’s voice in my ear. I can tell by the erratic thrusts of his hips that he’s getting close himself. “I like it too. The thought of you two together makes me so fucking hot—” He breaks off and pulls out, and the bed shakes as he strokes himself to a hard, furious finish.
He lets out a rough groan, and wet heat shoots onto my ass and the small of my back, and I realize I’m smiling into the blankets. I don’t know if it’s the catharsis of Ash and I coming clean with each other or the mild display of dominance or just the good old-fashioned sex hormones, but all the feelings from earlier tonight are washed clean and hung out to dry. Still there, not vanished, but no longer so dirty and unsettling, no longer secret.
Something cool and silken dabs at the semen on my skin, and I turn my head to look up at Ash. “What are you using to do that?” I ask scoldingly. “It better not be your bow-tie.”
Ash gives me a sweetly sheepish look and tosses the stained bow-tie onto the ground. “Oops.”
“Oops?”
“Shh.” He crawls up next to me, sliding a hand under my stomach and turning me so that I’m facing into his chest and his strong arms are wrapped around me. “Stay here with me a moment.”
“My shoes are still on,” I protest. “And we’re sideways on the bed.”
“Don’t be so conformist. And about the shoes…” I hear a clunk followed by a second clunk as he toes off his dress shoes, and then he tugs off my high heels with his feet. “Better?”
I flex my toes. “Much better.”
“Good.” He pulls me tight, kissing my hair, and for a few moments we just hold each other and listen to the wind blowing off Lac Léman.
I press my lips to the exposed slice of skin near his collarbone. “What are we going to do?” I ask again, my whisper barely audible over the wind.
Ash’s hands rub my back, and when he speaks, he speaks slowly, like he’s still figuring it out for himself. “I don’t think we can decide that without Embry. Whatever happens next, it should be a decision between the three of us, something that the three of us can agree on and live with. If you’re still going to have me as a husband and I’m still going to have him as my Vice President, then we’re stuck together. We have to all be in agreement or we’re going to be miserable for a very long time. And I think until that conversation happens, we should make sure there’s nothing physical or even verbally sexual transacting between anyone other than the two of us. Embry is off limits until we sort this out.”
I nod against him. He’s right. He’s almost always right.
“Also—until we can find a time for all three of us to talk, I want the two of us to be honest with each other. I made the mistake of hiding and lying before, and I don’t want to do that again.”
“Honest like…?”
“Like when we’re thinking of him, we tell each other. No more hiding our feelings for him, even if it feels wrong to admit them out loud. Because really, who would understand better than me how you feel?”
I sigh-laugh. “I guess that is true.”
“I know it is.”
“Okay,” I agree. “I trust you, and I think you’re right. You and I will be honest and we’ll only be sexual with each other until we talk with Embry.” I chew on my lip. “Does that mean…after we talk, you want to be sexual with him?”
“Honestly? I want the three of us together. But I also want you all to myself. And I want him all to myself. My feelings are very intense and wildly inconsi
stent about this. All I know is that it’s not only up to me. And not only up to you or Embry. It has to be together or not at all.”
Tiredness hits my body all at once. There’s been so much to unpack tonight, so much that I’ll still be processing it for weeks to come, and there is so much work ahead. But if that work means the three of us could—
No. I refuse to entertain fantasies about it or about Embry until things are settled. I’m engaged to Ash, and even if we have a non-traditional dynamic beginning to flourish, I’m still determined to remain emotionally dedicated to him until we openly decide otherwise.
I yawn and Ash starts stroking my back again. “There’s one more thing,” he says, and he sounds as tired as I feel.
“What is it?” I ask over another yawn.
“I want you to be careful around Abilene.”
