Over the Edge (Bridge #3)(63)

“Liv. Fuck. Fuck!” Ian thickened and flinched inside me, punctuating his release with a long groan.

Will’s grip on me tightened seconds before he let go too, mouth agape, my name on his lips. He tunneled deep, setting off another wave of pleasure and shattering the last of me.

Our cries mingled, echoing off the walls of this room that was now ours, to house our dreams and our passion.

Seconds ticked by in a blur as my two lovers moved and shifted me so I lay on the cool, clean sheets in the center of the bed. I flinched and trembled, the aftershocks of my release ricocheting through me like a dozen flashes of remembered rapture. I whimpered through them, they were so intense.

Then the tears came, an unexpected torrent of emotion spilling down my cheeks.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Ian folded his arms around me. “We’re right here. Shh.”

But I couldn’t talk, couldn’t explain. I was living in the wake of a storm so intense I didn’t have words for it. I reached for Will, and he curled closer. His heartbeat, Ian’s soft murmurs, and their soothing touches gentled me and brought me back down to a place where I could breathe again.

“Did we hurt you?” The concern in Will’s words pulled me out of it a little more, enough to find my voice.

“No, I’m fine. I’m sorry.” The sound was weak and watery. “I’ve just never felt this way before. It was all too much for a minute, like a dam broke or something.”

Will kissed me softly. “That’s okay. I just wanted it to be good for you.”

I sighed and tangled our fingers together. “So good. So f*cking good.”

He chuckled softly, leaving me only after Ian went to the bathroom and returned with a warm cloth. Ian cleaned me, an intimate act that I was grateful for, because I wasn’t certain I could walk after what we’d done. That, and I was drifting off to sleep seconds later, cocooned between their warmth, wrapped safely in their love.

IAN



I stared up at the ceiling as the day dawned. Sunlight streamed into the room through the yet uncovered windows. Everything was new, perfect. A fresh start for all of us.

Last night had been everything we’d planned and hoped for. Liv was with us, and for the first time ever, I couldn’t wait to start this journey with a woman. Making the commitment to share her with Will had taken a minute to get used to, but I’m not sure I would have taken the leap without him. The depth of our love for her seemed to fuel the fire, reinforcing feelings that we weren’t used to facing, forcing us to put her needs before ours.

She rustled beside me. She reached out to the emptiness beside her, laying her palm flat where Will had once slept. Concern washed over her sleepy features.

“Where’s Will?”

I brought myself up on my elbow and stared down at her, in awe as always of her flawless beauty. “He had a meeting downtown this morning. He’ll be back here tonight. He was hoping we could start moving your things over today.”

She lifted her eyebrows. “Already?”

“I don’t think he wants to give you any time to change your mind.”

She smiled warmly. “I haven’t. How could I? I feel like a queen here. You’re spoiling me rotten, I hope you know.”

I leaned down to brush my lips against hers. “We want to spoil you. The closer you are, the more we can.”

When I’d spoken to Will this morning, I’d momentarily questioned his rush to get her fully moved in so soon, until now. Now I realized that I needed her in our bed as fiercely as he did, always within reach. Her recent absence had been unsettling, bordering on painful. I didn’t want to go through that again. The closer we kept her, hopefully the closer she’d stay.

She stretched, showcasing her delicious body, glowing and warm from sleep. I tugged the sheet down to reveal more of it.

I nudged her legs apart, unable to refrain from savoring a few of my favorite places on her luscious body. My mouth watered as I entertained the notion of burying my face between her pretty thighs and licking her into an orgasm. Then I remembered that she’d had a very long and intense night. It had ended in tears. Thankfully, the good kind.

The emotions that had spilled over after we’d found our pleasure weren’t only hers though. Last night had been intense for all of us. I’d never felt so taken under, so enraptured. And I was devoted to making sure we had more nights like that.

“How do you feel?”

“Like a very lucky girl.” She twisted her fingers into her mussed hair. She was possibly the most gorgeous creature I’d ever laid eyes on.

“Are you sore?”

She blinked. “A little.”

With the single-minded goal of getting her wet, I slid my fingers over her clit. I rubbed it with just the right amount of pressure to keep her wanting more, even though I knew I wouldn’t take her again so soon. I had to show some restraint, even though it seemed nearly impossible to do with her this near, and this naked.

“It’s not going to be easy to let you rest. I have a feeling we’re going to want you around the clock.”

The statement was a warning and a promise. I wasn’t sure she realized what she was in for. But she only bit her lip with a small smile.

She bowed off the bed, bucking her hips into my strokes. “I guess I’ll have to adjust.”