Page 57 of Prelude of Love

“Why wouldn’t I be? Especially after what happened in your music cave.” I smirked as Duke’s expression darkened.

Early perked up. “What happened upstairs?”

“Nothing,” Duke denied, but Early wasn’t buying it.

“Let me guess.” Early’s grin grew wicked. “Chance pushed all your buttons until your dominant side came out to play?”

Duke’s jaw clenched, but he remained silent.

“And I bet you got all growly and possessive, too.” Early sounded excited by the scenario he was creating. He returned his focus to me. “Did he do the thing where he backs you against a wall to pin you in place under him?”

“He definitely did,” I said, aroused by the memory. “I want what comes next.”

“Duchess.” Duke’s warning tone only made Early giggle.

“What? It’s fun seeing you get all worked up.” Early’s teasing smile was adorable. “And imagine how much more fun it would be if we stopped talking about it and started doing it.”

I bit my lip, watching them with hungry eyes. “Yes, please.”

“We need to clean up first,” Duke said, though his gaze lingered on my mouth.

“Perfect.” I began picking up plates. “Where’s your kitchen?”

“To your left,” Early replied while collecting the wine glasses.

I headed in that direction, bumping shoulders with Duke when he stood beside me at the sink. His body radiated heat like a furnace, making it hard to focus on the task at hand. “I can handle this part,” I offered.

“You’re the guest,” Duke rumbled, edging me away.

Early squeezed between us to deposit glasses and silverware. “Play nice, hon. If he wants to help, let him help.”

Duke grumbled, so Early gestured for me to join him at the island counter. “Here, you can help me put away the leftovers.”

I helped transfer the food to smaller containers for storage. The domesticity of working in comfortable silence, moving around each other as if we’d done this a hundred times, hit differently than my usual hookups.

When we finished putting everything away, Early held out his hand to me. My heart stuttered when his fingers intertwined with mine, warm and steady. “Do you want to join us upstairs?”

My mouth went dry as I glanced at Duke, seekingpermission. The seconds stretched between us, thick with possibility. Finally, he gave a subtle nod.

Early squeezed my hand, drawing my attention back to him. His smile lit up his face as he tugged me toward the stairs. Their bedroom waited at the end of the hall. Early’s gentle grip guided me forward. Duke’s footsteps echoed behind me, heightening my anticipation. I had to fight the giddiness over getting everything I wanted.

My heart raced as I took in the intimate space. The king-sized bed dominated the room, draped in rich navy sheets that seemed sinfully soft. A massive headboard anchored it against the wall, sturdy enough to handle whatever activities they had planned.

Family photos dotted the surfaces of their dressers, along with concert ticket stubs arranged in a collage frame. It provided insight into their lives I wanted to know more about, but now wasn’t the right time.

Before I could explore further, Early’s warm body pressed against my front. His hands settled on my hips as Duke’s larger body crowded against my back, boxing me in between them like I’d fantasized about countless times.

Early’s fingertips stroked my neck with the softest caress. My breath caught as both men crowded me, their desire for me almost tangible. His fingers wandered higher, threading through my hair beforegripping tight with exquisite pressure that pulled a half-swallowed moan from my throat. “Tell me you want this.”

I stared at his beautiful mouth, already imagining it everywhere. “I want this so fucking much.”Finally, finally, finally.

His lips claimed mine in a kiss that started soft but ignited my blood with its gentle possessiveness. Duke’s fingers flexed against my waist, his grip tightening as Early gave me control.

Unable to hold back, I grabbed Early’s narrow hips, yanking him flush against me as I deepened our kiss with hungry desperation. He melted under my hands with a breathy sigh, surrendering as he let me take what I needed. His submission unleashed something wild in me, making me want to devour him while Duke watched.

Early’s erection pressed against my thigh, the hardness of him making me groan as vivid images flashed through my mind of taking Early while Duke took me. My cock strained against my zipper, desperate for relief, for skin-on-skin contact with them both.

Early’s teeth sank into my bottom lip, dragging a hungry sound from me. Behind me, Duke shifted his hips, rubbing his hard length against my ass. My moan got swallowed in Early’s demanding kiss as Duke’s hand slid under my shirt to touch my abs.

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