Page 101 of Ours to Keep

Mia just nods in response, which means she must be tired, the fact she didn’t even try to argue.

Elliot switches off the TV, and River collects the last empty glasses, taking them to the kitchen. Tommy grabs the empty party poppers. The rest can wait until morning.

“Come on then.” They both get off the sofa, and Lily glances at me and hooks her thumb towards Mia.

“I’m going to see her to bed, goo?—”

“No, you stay with your guys, Lils. I’ll make sure she’s settled,” Avery cuts her off.

Lily looks to Mia, who nods, covering her yawn with the back of her hand.

“It’s fine, Lils, g’night,” she says, kissing her cheek and waving us all good night. Lily watches as she disappears upstairs.

Avery stands and snatches the open bottle of champagne from the ice bucket.

“She’ll be fine, don’t worry, Lils. You see in the New Year with your guys. God only knows one of us deserves to get their crumpet buttered.” Avery winks at Lily and salutes us all a goodnight before heading upstairs. As soon as her footsteps dissipate, River smiles and walks towards Lily with purpose.

“Finally,” he says, pulling her in for a kiss that’s borderline indecent. But fuck me if the sight alone doesn’t make me as hard as steel.

Elliot dims the lights before walking up behind her. His hands move to her hips as he pulls her back flush against his chest, peppering kisses all over her neck, causing her to writhe between him and River.

I glance over to Tommy, who is watching, his lips curved into a smile, and it’s impossible not to notice the boner he’s also harbouring from the little show.

Seeing and hearing her pleasure is a shot to the senses.

“You like that, don’t you, Duchess, being the sole focus of their joint attention?”

River pulls out of the kiss, her eyelids fluttering open, the pad of his thumb swiping over her swollen bottom lip.

“Answer him, my little vixen.”

Elliot tilts her head to the side, sucking on her neck—marking her.

Her eyes find mine, her pupils dilated. “Yes, I love it,” she says, her voice strained.

I walk over and run my finger over the swell of her breasts, her pulse beating a rapid staccato.

Elliot pulls back to survey his handiwork with a wicked smile. Hmm, looks like he’s a little bit of a dark horse.

“Tell us what you want, Duchess,” I say, my fingertip tracing a pattern over her exposed skin.

She licks her lips. “More, I want more.”

River groans in approval, his hand sliding up to cup her breast over the satin of her dress.

“More?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “More of what, Duchess?”

“You, all of you,” she says, breathless and wanton.

I grip her jaw and pull her mouth to mine, my tongue slipping between her lips, tasting the champagne on her tongue.

Her hand drifts to my hip before sliding down to my groin, brushing over my very hard cock.

Ending the kiss with a nip to her lip, I pull back.

“Are you going to show us how much you want us?” I ask.

She blinks back at me and nods.

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