“You’re not having one?”
He gives me a long, heated look. The way his focus shifts to Reid leaves me squirming; that ache between my legs blooms with renewed intensity. When I tilt my head in order to look up at the cowboy I’m pressed against, his expression is enough to have me forget myself entirely. One look and I’m ready to straddle him and beg for relief.
“I thought we couldshare.” Reid’s voice dips into a low, gravely register.
Oh my god. The way he says that and swipes his tongue to leave a fresh line of wetness across his bottom lip at the same time. I stand a snowball’s chance in hell of not melting on the spot for him—for them.
He offers me the glass, a two-finger pour of amber liquor that sears a warm glow of smooth oak and smoky caramel when I take a sip and let it glide down the back of my throat.
The fireplace pops loudly, a humming sizzle and crackle of those flames is the only sound as I offer the glass back to Reid. He swirls the whiskey before making sure to twist the glass and take his sip from the exact same spot where I had pressed it to my mouth.
It’s an exceedingly sexy move.
While keeping his eyes locked on mine, he swallows, and I don’t know which part of him to enjoy watching more from up close. That tense jaw coated in stubble, the gold flecks burning in his eyes, or the way his Adam’s apple dips in his strong throat.
There’s no need for books on grand masters and famous paintings. This cowboy is a work of art in his own right.
Henri steals the glass, sliding a little closer to Reid’s other side. One of those tattooed hands wraps around my leg, and I barely suppress a whimper when he slides lower, pausing to caress the sensitive spot inside my ankle.
My breathing shallows, maybe even stalls in my lungs, as he flattens his tongue and runs it along the same place on the glass where both my lips and Reid’s have sipped from.
It’s hypnotic, watching him savor his own mouthful, all while he appears to savor the image the two of us present with me draped across Reid’s lap.
“What is it you like,ma petite chérie? What does a beautiful thing like you enjoy?” he asks, still dragging a maddeningly slow touch across my skin.
Those couple of champagnes, and now the hit of whiskey, all make their presence known. My body is ablaze, and my tongue loosened to the point where I think there’s every risk I’ll blurt out the answer to anything they want to know. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this…” Catching my bottom lip with my teeth, I let my gaze flicker between the two of them before blowing out a breath. Practicing honesty? At a time like this? It’s a terrible idea, but considering the circumstances, I don’t want either of them to have some sort of false expectation about what they’re inviting by bringing me here tonight.
I take a deep breath. “Would you believe me if I said that I don’t even really know? Isn’t that pathetic?”
“Not at all,” Reid hums. His searing hot palm slides over my hip.
“I’m not confident. I’m not some sexual goddess. I’m just a girl who has shitty luck where the opposite sex is concerned.”
His amber eyes are so easy to get lost in. “Trust is important. It makes sense you wouldn’t have had an opportunity to explore if it wasn’t with the right person.”
“Which is why this feels—” I cut myself short before finishing that statement. Not knowing how to explain it.Intense. Perfect.Meant to be.
That’s crazy talk. That’s the alcohol thinking for me. Will they turn me out in the cold, send me packing to my cabin if I dared breathe a word of any of that?
“Sometimes there isn’t a word to explain the feeling,” Reid supplies.
“Sometimes you justknow,” Henri murmurs, looking between me and Reid. “Logic takes a back seat and instinct takes over.”
That’s when he moves. A flash of tattoos and silver rings crosses my vision. His palm finds the back of my neck, sliding strong fingers up into my hair, as he drags me into a kiss. The type of kiss I melt into, without a second’s hesitation. He tastes like the wood of the whiskey, a hint of toffee sweetness there on his tongue, and owns my mouth like he’s ready to conquer all.
Henri’s tongue pushes past the seam of my lips, invading and taking. I can’t do anything but moan against his mouth, feeding him unrestrained pleasure. Kissing Reid earlier felt like it altered my DNA, and this is just as drugging. With the scratch of his facial hair and the firm way he holds me exactly where he wants, I’m entirely undone. There’s no disguising just how turned on I am, with both of their imposing figures pinning me between them.
Reid’s hands are on my body, exploring my hips, my thighs, sliding up to my waist with slow, heated strokes. At the same time, Henri’s fingers flex against my nape, slightly rougher and more demanding, and I simply dissolve at the contrast in them.Right now, my mind has unspooled into a place where time ceases to exist.
When he draws back, all I can tell is that stars and hearts are floating in my eyes. Probably circling above my head, too.
Henri curses softly in French, then dives against Reid’s mouth. From this angle, I get a front row seat to just how gorgeous they are together. Those tattooed fingers pinch Reid’s jaw before sliding down to settle over the front of his throat, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.
Witnessing the two of them kiss, deep and slow, tongues dancing together, is impossibly beautiful. There’s no hurry; it’s a promise renewed, a connection strengthened, and I can’t help but feel the love exchanged as their mouths chase one another's.
With a deep groan, Henri pulls away. “Show our girl off.” He encourages, while settling back on the couch. “She’s a very pretty present. You told me you were going to find me something at the bookstore for Christmas, and I think you found the best gift possible.” Raising one eyebrow, he then proceeds to collect the glass of whiskey and relaxes back while lifting it to his mouth.
Oh god. He really wants us to play with each other while he watches. There’s an imminent danger that I might not recover after this Christmas is over. I’d never in my wildest dreams imagined this sort of game might turn me on, and yet here I am, willingly and enthusiastically prepared to agree to whatever they might suggest next.
