“Two boyfriends. Twice the work when it comes to relationships.”
He buried his face in her hair, whispered, “Mr. Edible isn’t close enough to grab you this time. You could leave with me.”
“I’ve got a better plan.”
“Does it involve sex?”
“Yes.”
“Yummy. I think I’ll go see what Quinn is up to.”
Giving her a final hug, he left.
Etain turned, pausing to take in Myk with his ass-length brown hair and beautiful features. Oh yeah.
One side of his mouth kicked up, turning stunning into mesmerizing. “If it pleases the Lady, I’d appreciate it if she didn’t mention the nickname.”
“I’ll think about it.” Though steps later, as she passed him, she couldn’t resist adding, “Mr. Edible.”
She entered the house, kicking off her shoes, unbuttoning and ridding herself of her shirt as she traveled down the hallway. The bra she discarded just as she reached the TV room. The best defense was a good offense.
Stepping into the doorway, Etain was suitably rewarded by very appreciative masculine glances. Her nipples beaded under their scrutiny. Her hands dropped to the front of her jeans, her labia instantly slick.
Eamon stood. Elegant, deadly grace and unmistakable power. She shivered at the prospect of taking him on while surrounded by one of the elements at his command. She licked her lips, wetting them. “In case either of you are interested, I’m going to relax in the hot tub. See you there—or not.”
Cathal laughed. As if either of them could resist the sight of her naked body.
The hell with it. He followed her example, stripping out of his clothes and letting them lie where they dropped on the trip outside. Tall hedges and the house’s position on the hill guaranteed privacy, at least from voyeurs.
A distinctive breeze kicked up when they neared the tub, smelling of tropical islands instead of the San Francisco bay. It swirled, gathering enough force to lift the pieces of the cover and carry them to the ground as though they were no more substantial than leaves.
“Useful,” he said, giving Eamon credit where credit was due, though he couldn’t take his eyes from Etain as she slipped into the water, disappearing from sight then emerging, skin glistening and nipples puckered, wet and making him want to kiss and lick every inch of her.
He got into the hot tub, Etain’s smile beckoning so he reached for her, pulling her flush against his body for a kiss.
No regrets. Fuck, he could barely remember what life had been like without her in it.
The ink on his arms hummed. Magic. Desire. He didn’t care.
“Jesus I can’t get enough of you.”
Her hands glided over his ass, up his back, then down again. “The feeling is mutual.”
He claimed her mouth. Tongue thrusting and retreating, in sole possession as Eamon stripped, what they’d shared prior to Derrick’s arrival making it seem perfectly natural to allow space for Eamon’s hands on her breasts when he joined them in the water.
She moaned appreciatively. Rubbed against his cock, and by extension Eamon’s, both of them already hard for her.
Bed would have been a better destination. Hell, the couch in his entertainment room would have been. But he knew her well enough now to understand what she was up to though she had to know Eamon well enough to understand this was just a temporary reprieve from discussing the drawing of the Dragon.
His arms tightened on her with thoughts of it and the conversation that had followed with Eamon, desire taking on the edge of desperation. Christ, he couldn’t lose her.
And then he couldn’t think as her hand found his cock, fingers wet and hot around it, her fist becoming a substitute for her slit, eroding his will to resist with each stroke until he was helpless against the searing need boiling in his testicles, the eruption of it in a jet of semen.
“Happy now?” he murmured against her lips.
“Very.”
He released her to submerge himself in water, rising to find her turned to face Eamon, teasing him about his use of magic, challenging him to demonstrate what he could do in his own element.
Eamon’s laugh promised pleasure. “Very well, Etain. But it’ll require that neither Cathal nor I be touching you.”
He parted from her, taking a seat on the ledge beneath the water’s surface. Cathal followed his example, curious.
“First something Cathal will find entertaining,” Eamon said, enjoying the shedding of responsibility and worry.
A spell bound to air created a symphony of sound surrounding them, wind song accented by the chimes and bells in the yard, accompanied a moment later by the lift of water in a dance reminiscent of elegant fountains.
Etain’s laugh was pure delight. Cathal’s easy smile a reward in and of itself.
“Next time I’ll put on some tunes,” Cathal said.
“I’d suggest doing it now but I don’t believe you’ll want to miss the next part of this.”
He let the spells fall away, his will directed in a much more carnal pursuit.
Water became his hands stroking Etain’s body. His tongue swirling over nipples and clit, invading her channel in thickened pulses.
Her head went back on a moan, face flushed and eyes closed. She was the very picture of a woman in the throes of exquisite ecstasy. Accepting pleasure, uninhibited and uncaring at having them watch her climb toward orgasm then reach it, embrace it, lingering there and drawing every beat out until nothing was left other than lassitude.
She opened her eyes, sending him a provocative glance. “I won’t need a man at all if I gain that ability with the change.”
“Let me dissuade you of that particular notion.”
She laughed with delight when he lifted her, removing her from the water and placing her on the padded deck at the edge of the hot tub. His forearms splayed her thighs, holding them open as he put his mouth on her cunt.
The hungry thrust and lap of his tongue dominated, commanded in a way that water couldn’t. Cathal’s claiming of her lips, her breasts reinforcing the lesson that neither of them could be replaced, though even with her cry of release, he couldn’t stop himself from driving the message home by lifting and turning her to face Cathal.
Magic, another man, and his own arm across her abdomen held her into position as he slammed his cock home. The tight welcome and press of her buttocks into him made him surge against her with the relentless thunder of ocean against land, elements as wild and beautiful as the magic of their joined, perfectly synchronized bodies.
Pleasure was a riptide carrying him under at orgasm. Carrying them both under, though moments later, after he’d watched Cathal thrust inside and drive her to another heated release, he made no protest when she said, “I think I need to just drift for a little while.”
Niall Dunne hit the remote, silencing the news reporter’s voice. A cool rage spread through him as he contemplated what he’d heard. Someone had nearly killed his son over this business Etain had dragged Cathal into.
