Chapter 10 #2
“Liar,” she breathed. Meg lifted herself until only the head of his cock was inside her and rolled her body again, fucking just that part of him.
He went to reach for her hips, to stop this goddamn teasing, but she grabbed his hands, laced her fingers with his, and pushed them down to the mattress on either side of his head.
He could have broken her hold without even trying, but Galen didn’t.
He let her hold him down, let her tease him, let her put on a show that was only for him.
And Meg, sexy, infuriating, too-smart Meg, knew it.
She sank onto him suddenly, sheathing him completely and grinding hard. “It’s just us right now, Galen.”
Fuck, the way she said his name.
He could have pointed out that it wasn’t just them. That it never would be. That Theo lay right there next to them while she rode Galen’s cock and whispered dark things to him.
He didn’t.
He let Meg play out the dirty fantasy, and he embraced the tiniest hint of wrong. Theo wouldn’t give a fuck about Galen and Meg having sex without him any more than Galen gave a fuck about them having sex. There was jealousy, sure, but it was a small jealousy that would never fester.
In that moment, the truth didn’t matter.
This thing between them all might be complicated, but it didn’t carry the potential of dire consequences the same way everything else in his life did right now. A bruised heart was the worst he had to worry about if things went sideways with Meg.
And fuck if that wasn’t just as seductive as the way she rode his cock.
He angled his hips so she could grind her clit against his pelvic bone, and Meg wasted no time doing just that.
This wasn’t the fast, angry fucking he’d walked in on between her and Theo that day back in the apartment.
She was fucking Galen like they might not get another moment and she wanted to wring an orgasm out of him before the timer went off.
It was sexy as fuck. Her grip spasmed on his wrists, and it took every ounce of control he had not to flip her and drive into her like an animal.
“Your cock feels so good, baby. It fills me up. I could keep riding you all day like this, riding your cock while you watch me just like that.” She leaned down and licked his bottom lip. “Sometimes the way you watch me is almost as good as fucking, Galen. Did you know that?”
Her words seduced him just as much as the tight clamp of her pussy around his cock.
He wouldn’t last much longer, not with this new version of Meg whispering filthy things in his ear while she fucked him.
God, this woman. Every time he thought he had her figured out, she revealed a new facet and he was intrigued all over again.
Truth be told, he never stopped being intrigued.
“I’m close, baby.” Her strokes hitched, little shudders working through her body. “I’m going to let you flip me.” Her lips brushed his again. “And then you better cover my mouth while you make me come. Theo needs his sleep.”
Fuuuuuuck.
Galen didn’t wait for permission. He rolled them.
He hooked one of her thighs over his arm to spread her nice and wide for him, and then he covered her mouth with his hand.
He knew what she expected—for him to drive into her—but she’d had her fun.
It was time for his. Galen fucked her slowly, thoroughly, keeping up the exact same pace she’d set when she was on top.
He set his teeth against her neck, against the marks left there by Theo’s mouth.
“Dirty girl. You get off on doing things you think you shouldn’t. ”
The slightest nod was her only response.
He could feel her breath coming faster as her orgasm bore down on her.
Galen shifted his angle so he dragged along her clit with every stroke.
Yes. There. “I’ll tell you a secret, baby.
” He caught her moan in the palm of his hand and kept going.
She was almost there. Galen nipped her again.
“Theo’s been watching us from the moment you slid that tight little pussy onto my cock. ”
Meg came with a cry, and Galen couldn’t hold out any longer. He thrust into her again and again, chasing his pleasure as her pussy milked him. Finally, a small eternity later, he shifted back to her side and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
“You…” She twisted to confirm what he already knew. Theo lay on his side, his head propped on his hand, watching them with a small smile on his face. “Theo.”
He leaned over and kissed her, and then kissed Galen. “Morning.”
Meg blushed a bright crimson, as if caught in the middle of something she’d be in trouble for.
She still didn’t get it. Galen tucked her against him, her back to his front and pulled Theo closer to her other side.
Theo had told her the truth. This wasn’t forever.
It couldn’t be with the realities of Theo’s life.
Fuck, Galen and Theo weren’t forever.
When Theo won back his throne—and Galen would make damn sure he did—he’d have to marry and have a small herd of children, and women willing to share their husband’s bed with his best friend were few and far in between.
Especially noble women. Even if they somehow won the lottery there, it wouldn’t be an equal triad.
Theo and his wife would always be married, and Galen would always be the third.
They’d have to take precautions to ensure that when she got knocked up, the bloodline remained uncontested.
It was fucking exhausting to even contemplate, and the probability of it happening at all was so slim, it might as well be impossible.
All they had was right now.
Theo smoothed Meg’s hair back and then ran his hand over Galen’s jaw. “You two are beautiful.”
“We’re not always going to be the three of us together,” Galen murmured in her ear. “Does it bother you that Theo and I will fuck without you sometimes?”
She shivered. “No, of course not. I might be bummed out I didn’t get to watch, but I don’t expect to be in the middle of it every time.”
“That’s how we feel about you, princess.” Theo smiled. “Never apologize for one-on-one with either of us. We might give you shit for it, but it’s in good fun.”
She finally relaxed against them. “I don’t know the rules of this sort of thing. It’s entirely new territory for me.”
Galen stroked his hand over her hip, liking the way she fit between them. “Only one rule—open communication. You want something, you tell us. You don’t want something, you tell us. And we’ll do the same for you.”
Meg let out a slow breath. “I’ll try.”
It was better than he hoped to get.
Theo reached over them both and snagged the book Meg had dropped. He examined the cover—a shirtless man in a kilt wielding a sword and looking particularly intense. “Interesting.” He turned to the back and raised his eyebrows. “How filthy is this book, princess?”
“Very.” She said it so primly, Galen chuckled.
He kissed the back of her neck. “Are you harboring fantasies about Fabio in a kilt? Should we buy Theo a wig so we can play out this particular scenario?”
She elbowed him. “One—Fabio might have been cool back in the day, but he’s a crazy right-wing asshole now so we’ll never speak his name again. Two—if anyone is going to play Viking, it should be you in the kilt.”
“She’s right.” Theo opened the book and flipped a few pages. “I’ll be the doting husband and you’ll be the pillaging Viking she wants but can’t admit it aloud.”
The scenario skittered too closely to where Galen’s thoughts had gone just a few moments before.
He wasn’t the third in this scenario. If anyone could claim the position, it would be Meg, but the lines had blurred until they ceased to exist, and he preferred it that way.
The thought of Meg with Theo’s wedding band around her finger left him with a tangled mess of emotions in his chest that he didn’t know how to deal with. “That’s not what she wants, Theo.”
Meg snorted. “Please, do tell me what I want instead of asking me.”
“I don’t need to ask you, baby.” He kissed her neck again, just because she was close and he liked the taste of her on his tongue.
“I know what you want. You want both Theo and I to play Viking to your village girl. You’ll run.
We’ll chase you. How long do you think you can evade us before we catch you and take our reward out on your pretty pussy…
and your mouth… and your tight little ass? ”
She shivered and pressed her ass more firmly against him. “Okay, fine. That sounds like a lot of fun and I would one hundred percent be down for it.”
“Thought so.” Galen reached around her and ran his hand down Theo’s chest. “Now, baby, you’ve been selfish. Theo is hard and ready to fuck. Should we let him choose who he gets to take his frustration out on? Or should we choose for him?”
“You.” Meg didn’t hesitate. “I want to watch him take it out on you.”
That’s my girl.