“Magnificent, aren’t they?” Ioan asked. His greedy eyes tracked each line of sweat as Clive first blocked Stellan’s thrust with a loud clang of steel, then smiled, full lips parting wide and open. “I’m honestly having a hard time choosing between the two of them,” Hugh answered. “Shouldn’t that be my line?” Keira asked, draping herself between the two men. Hugh waved a hand in the direction of the combatants and shook his head. “Art like that should be appreciated by every living creature.” “When the man’s right, he’s right,” Ioan grinned. “Such pigs you are. They’re your friends and you’re ogling them both like prizes.” Ioan bent his head to Keira’s ear, the whisper loud enough that Hugh could hear every word. “And I suppose you ogling after Clive’s ass in those breeches is fair play?” “I am not!” Keira protested, lips an inviting moue of innocence. “Much.” Hugh patted her hand in commiseration, drawn back to the spectacle as Stellan parried Clive’s advance with brutal, perfect grace. “Tell you what...you can have Clive. I’ll take Stellan.” “Generous of you.” But Keira’s eyes danced with anticipation. “And who’s that leave me with, then?” Ioan demanded. Hugh tapped a finger to his lips, pursing them as if in deep thought. “Well, I suppose you could choose between me and Stellan or Keira and Clive.” “Ah, so I could have the traditional threesome or something new and bold, is that it?” “Something like that.” Keira’s gaze flickered between the two men as she held her breath, and waited for an answer.
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