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The Dowager Countess (The Saga of Wolfbridge Manor Book 2)

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by Sahara Kelly


  “Ohhh,” she sighed as his lips left hers to travel down her cheek to her neck and her shoulders. He spun her around, laughing, and pushed the edges of her robe apart as he set her back on her feet. She knew one breast was bared and felt her nipple harden as he stared at it. Just that look was sufficient…if he touched her…

  They both froze at the sound of her bedroom door quietly opening.

  “My Lady, did you…”

  It was Gabriel. He too froze as he gawked at the two of them, Jeremy’s body exposed, and Gwyneth’s naked shoulders in front of him.

  “I…I…I’m sorry…” He stuttered over the words, his cheeks turning crimson.

  Gwyneth looked at Jeremy as he gazed at Gabriel, and a memory crept into her mind—something Mrs B had said to her.

  “Try two at a time…”

  “He could join us,” she whispered.

  Jeremy’s lips curved. “You wouldn’t mind?”

  She shook her head, and turned, leaning up against his naked chest and showing Gabriel her state of disarray. “Gabriel, will you come here, please?” She held out her hand.

  Thus addressed, he paused for a brief second then shut the door, tossed the clean cloths he held onto a chair and moved to clasp her hand in his, eyes wide and darting between her body and Jeremy’s face.

  “Be with us?” she asked. “If you would like to…”

  His cheeks flushed and his hair flew every which way as he nodded. “I…yes…oh yes please…”

  “Come then.” She drew him close and unfastened his waistcoat, and then his shirt. He had already left off his cravat, as he was wont to do in the evening, so she bared his chest with ease.

  “I don’t…I haven’t…what should I do?” He looked at Jeremy helplessly.

  “Whatever feels good, Gabriel. And whatever our Lady tells you. Anything she wants.” Jeremy reached out and touched Gabriel’s shoulder. “We will work it out as we go on.”

  He nodded and Gwyneth felt the heat of his gaze as he looked into her eyes. “You are an amazing woman, my Lady. Touching you…it is a sensation that is indescribable.”

  “Then touch me, Gabriel,” she moved a little against Jeremy and he slid her robe completely down to her waist.

  “Touch her,” echoed Jeremy. “Feel how firm her breasts are, and how tightly her nipples bud as you stroke and squeeze them…”

  Gabriel’s shirt fell to the floor, leaving him nude from the waist up, and displaying an expanse of rippled muscles, not to mention a sizeable distention in front of his breeches.

  His hands found her, and just the look in his eyes as he cupped her breasts was enough to make a shiver of pleasure wend its way through her.

  “I want to…” he licked his lips.

  “Then do it,” she urged.

  Leaning in, he found her with his mouth and she fell back into Jeremy’s heat. Caught between the two of them, she moved, her hips swaying, her breaths quickening and her hands on Gabriel’s thick forearms.

  Not to be outdone, Jeremy’s hands slid down to her hips and pulled at her robe, opening it wide. She was naked from the neck down now, Gabriel’s mouth on her breast, his hands teasing her nipples…and now Jeremy’s hands slipping around her and finding the curls at the top of her thighs, delving through them to spread the moisture over folds of flesh that were already tingling and throbbing with excitement.

  She murmured something as her head fell back onto his shoulder and her eyes closed—she was awash in sensation and every thought in her mind melted away at the caresses she received.

  “Gabriel,” whispered Jeremy with a slight inclination of his head, as if he was instructing the other man.

  She wanted to see, to know, but the effort of raising her eyelids was too much. Overwhelmed, she could only feel—Jeremy’s hands course their way to her breasts and Gabriel’s mouth travel down, down until she felt the shock of his kisses in the most secret of places.

  Thus held in thrall, Gwyneth surrendered to their attentions, whimpering, moaning and crying out when a particularly sensitive spot was teased or licked by one or both of the eager gentlemen.

  “It’s too much…” she cried out, bowing back, arching into Jeremy’s hands and Gabriel’s lips.

  “Let go,” whispered Jeremy. “Let go. There’s so much more yet…”

  She obeyed, unable to withstand the erotic and sensual assault of two such attentive lovers. She shattered on a muted cry, her body held back against a hard man and crushed into the face of a hungry one.

  How could she not break apart with pleasure?

  Shivering and shuddering, she rode out the crest of her peak, sagging as the strength left her limbs.

  They swept her up and took her to the bed, shedding the few remaining clothes along the way.

  She gasped, sighed and shivered at the unique sensation of two naked men surrounding her, touching her, stroking her. She reached for them, replete, yet with desires yet unsated, knowing that Jeremy was right. There was, indeed, more…

  *~~*~~*

  Journal of Gwyneth, Dowager Countess, Lady of Wolfbridge - May 1818

  If I complete this journal entry, then I am committed to its destruction if and when I ever leave Wolfbridge. I certainly cannot countenance even the thought of my words being read by another, and yet I find that I must write them. There is nobody to whom I can relate my adventures of last night, and in truth had I a friend that close to me, even then I would hesitate to enlighten her with the details.

  So this is an entry for my eyes alone; perhaps in some distant future I might wish to recall the events in all their magnificence, although how I could ever forget them is beyond my comprehension at the moment.

  I awoke so early that the sky was still dark, but I sensed that dawn was not far away.

  I was alone.

  The pillows and linens bore mute testimony to my night of surprises; should I call it wicked? Many would say yes, and yet others would sigh with envy. I believe I shall place myself among the latter, since having now experienced the full pleasure that two men can visit upon one woman, I say fie to those who would castigate such things as appallingly disgusting.

  They’ll never know the extreme, breathtaking joy, the astonishment and the delight of sharing such moments.

  Share we did…Jeremy, Gabriel and me.

  They touched me, caressed me, sent me careening into a place of wanton desires and lush pleasures. I felt myself peak beneath Jeremy’s hands and Gabriel’s mouth, but that was not to be the end of it.

  Our clothes were shed and they laid me on the bed, clambering up beside me, always touching, always stroking and petting and kissing.

  Did I reciprocate? Oh yes. I discarded any pretence of shock or outrage. I wanted them and I am not afraid to write those words. I wanted the affection they offered, the loving touches, the worshipful way in which they slid their bodies over and around mine. Their caresses seemed designed to arouse me further, and I shocked myself by my willingness to pursue even more lustful desires.

  I was already astonished by my first response, my shattering fall into bliss.

  So when their attentions grew demanding once again—I was there sharing their lusts, their needs, since they were my lusts and needs as well.

  Jeremy moved me, spreading my thighs most shamelessly, and playing with the parts of my body thus revealed. His mouth and tongue were as talented as Gabriel’s; I was soon rising once more, my whole self lifting in need.

  Gabriel came to my shoulders, kissing me deeply and passionately. I tasted the sweetness of myself on his lips and opened my mouth so wide…I would have devoured him had I been able.

  So many sensations…the softness of Gabriel’s hair as he suckled at my breasts, and the heat of Jeremy’s breath as he delved into my wet body with his tongue.

  The crisp hairs, the smooth muscles, the legs filled and firm that rolled around with mine. The buttocks—a man’s buttocks can be beautiful, and both Jeremy and Gabriel are blessed in that regard. Gabriel ev
en has what looks like a symmetric birthmark on his. How fascinating. I took my time and cupped and squeezed them, deriving great joy from the sounds they made as I did so.

  And yes, there were other parts I touched and stroked, carefully since I am aware of the sensitivity of these places on a man’s body. But oh how fascinating. Jeremy, thick and solid, moist on the tip and so erect it astounded me. Gabriel, also hard, so very hard, yet covered with silk soft skin that seemed to complement the pale gold nest from which it emerged. Beneath, both men carried their sacs proudly, and I’ll confess to a fascination with Gabriel’s, since it was also sleek with that amazingly tender skin.

  I had ample opportunity to learn so much about these two and their bodies—they allowed me to touch and investigate where and how I wanted. They held nothing back, and that giving lent an air of magic to our actions.

  Once again I was aware of the blood coursing hotly through me, my breasts felt swollen and hard and between my legs there was an ache, as if my loins were turning liquid under the delicate assault.

  By mutual accord, we accepted that such dalliances could not go on endlessly, for which I was grateful since my strength and arousal were fighting with each other. I wanted it to last forever, but my muscles were weakening.

  Eventually, Jeremy turned me onto my back and pushed my legs wide apart, situating himself between them, and grasping his male length with a hand wet from my slick skin. I watched, unable to look away, as he smoothed the shiny liquid from root to tip, and something inside me clenched at the knowledge of what would come next.

  Gabriel knelt beside me, his sweet scent filling my nostrils. I reached for him, fondling him, marvelling again at the steel masked by such silk.

  My body seemed to tell me, at that moment, what I wanted most.

  I wanted them both.

  As Jeremy raised my hips, whispered sweetly wonderful things to me, and began to enter me, I urged Gabriel closer—even closer—and cupped his sac as I opened my mouth and licked the tiny bead of dew from his hardness.

  He cried out, a soft sound of amazement, and I saw his eyes widen with delight before Jeremy plunged deep and I lost the ability to see much of anything at all.

  To my wonderment, I took them both, Jeremy between my thighs and Gabriel between my lips.

  And I loved every single moment.

  A night of delicious desire, pleasure and mutual affection.

  I cannot remember sleeping so well in a long time. But I will close with a mention of how sad I was to wake alone in my bed with only my pillows and covers for company.

  *~~*~~*

  “My Lady?” Giles tapped on the door just as Gwyneth finished her journal entry. “Are you ready for your tea?”

  “Yes, thank you…” She hurriedly blotted and closed the book, tucking it away in her bureau. “This is most kind of you, Giles.”

  “It is Sunday, Lady Gwyneth. And past time we escorted you to church. The Wolfbridge pew has been empty too long, and you are now well enough I think…”

  She would have preferred a lazy morning of remembering and recovering, but knew he was right. “A good thought. Yes, I’d be very happy to attend church. I cannot remember when last I had the chance, so there is no better day than today.”

  “Excellent,” he smiled at her and poured her tea. “I trust you slept well?”

  “Indeed yes,” she nodded her thanks.

  “I am happy to see you in such spirits. I would venture the opinion that you have more colour in your cheeks today, Ma’am. Most becoming.” His eyes crinkled slightly at the corners as he complimented her. “We shall await you downstairs and leave for St. Polycarp’s shortly after breakfast.”

  With a bow he left her to her tea and her toilette, and the sneaking suspicion that he knew full well what had put the colour in her cheeks this morning.

  And now church?

  After last night she had to wonder if she’d make it past the lychgate, let alone walk down the aisle. Didn’t sinners receive a blast of Satan’s lightning upon crossing the threshold of consecrated ground?

  Oh well. She would hold her head high. If last night had condemned her to a sulphurous destiny, she’d go with no regrets. She sipped her tea and chided herself for those silly notions. How could such magic embraces be wicked enough to condemn her to Hell? She felt a measure of sympathy for those who would think that way. Then she grinned. Clearly such people had never met her gentlemen.

  There was something symmetrically appealing about a morning of devout worship after a night of extraordinary sensual pleasures.

  Perhaps she’d be forgiven enough to repeat the experience.

  Walking downstairs, after readying herself for the day, she couldn’t help her gaze drifting over Evan and Royce.

  And wondering…

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Giles was happy to see both Royce and Gabriel waiting for the gig as he and Gwyneth arrived outside St. Polycarp’s. The day was sunny, the trees were green and children were laughing as they ran up and down, working off their energies before entering the hushed and cool solemnity of the church itself.

  Walking through the lychgate with her hand on his arm, he could not help but recall the number of times he’d done exactly this. From young Maud, so many years ago now, to Lady Adalyn last year, it had been his privilege to introduce them all to their Lord.

  Or that’s what it seemed like to him.

  She greeted both Royce and Gabriel fondly, smiling at them, accepting their bows and chatting in an elegant but friendly manner.

  He knew quite well that she’d taken two of her gentlemen to her bed last night, and he was glad of it. Jeremy, because he was the easiest and friendliest to approach, and at first he’d guessed Evan would also be there, but seeing the adoration on Gabriel’s face this morning, Giles was forced to revise his assumptions.

  At last, things would settle into their proscribed paths at Wolfbridge.

  Lady Gwyneth’s appearance was faultless. Her lightweight gown of lilac and grey was edged with fine white lace, as was the chemisette that ended in a soft ruffle around her neck. Devoid of ornamentation, the style added inches she did not possess, and her bonnet was correctly adorned with several small pink and white rosebuds.

  She attracted attention as they walked together through the churchyard to the entrance, many heads turning, and a few bows and curtseys as they passed. She noted them all with a friendly smile and a slight dip of her head, and her chin was high as she kept pace with him on their progress up to the pew.

  He stopped her at the front, the large carved end of the row indicating it was theirs. A wolf and a bridge were beautifully incised into the old gleaming wood, and he let her go in first, making sure she was comfortable.

  The church was filling fast, and he could almost feel the eyes drilling into the backs of their heads.

  The gentlemen would be seated further back, as befit the servants, but Giles knew they’d have been here with their Lady if they could.

  He’d told Gwyneth of that arrangement earlier.

  “It has to be that way?” She’d frowned at the news.

  Giles considered his reply. “Wolfbridge is unique, Ma’am. I don’t need to tell you that. But simply because we are able to live according to our own set of precepts, that does not mean they would be acceptable to the general public, who conform to a much more stringent code of behaviour.”

  “I suppose that’s true,” she agreed.

  “The more we can appear to conform to the public notion of what is estimable, the easier it is for us to maintain the Wolfbridge beliefs and concepts to which we adhere in private.”

  “I am forced to agree, Giles. But it is difficult. The more I learn of Wolfbridge and the good things that have resulted from its institution, my preference would be to shout its benefits loud and clear, instead of remaining silent.”

  He blinked. “Er…well put, Ma’am.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “Yes, I do. I’ve seen many
a Lady of the Manor troubled in the same way, but until society changes considerably, we are restrained to this single path.” He glanced at her. “Would you prefer Wolfbridge to be as strict and unyielding as any other estate?”

  She shook her head. “No. Absolutely not.”

  “Good.” He nodded. “Then we will go on as we have done, and hope that our reputation for doing the right thing and bettering lives will always take precedence over whispers of our private business.”

  “Are there whispers?” She looked at him anxiously.

  “Once upon a time, yes, there were.” He briefly touched her hand. “But not now. Not for years.”

  And there were no whispers as both Giles and Lady Gwyneth observed the service, rising, sitting, singing and praying according to the moment. It was a pretty church, and Vicar Thomas’s reputation was enhanced by the brevity of his sermons. He did take time to welcome the Lady of Wolfbridge, compliment her on regaining her health, and professed delight that she was already enmeshed in preparations for the Whit Sunday fête, to take place in a couple of weeks.

  He also cleverly encouraged everyone to make sure they had their blessing from the Lord prior to attending the event. After all, he’d noted, it took quite a bit of luck to win at bowling if one was inclined to play, and a good relationship with God couldn’t hurt.

  That made everybody laugh and the final hymn and prayers brought the service to a satisfactory close. Giles helped Gwyneth button her gloves and then stood, offering her his arm.

  The Vicar led them out into the sunshine, standing at the entrance and sharing a word or two with his parishioners. “My Lady,” he bowed. “I am so happy to welcome you. I trust you enjoyed our worship this morning?” He beamed at Gwyneth.

  “Indeed, Vicar. You have a lovely church, and an enthusiastic congregation, both of which I find to be most pleasing. I look forward to seeing you regularly from now on.”

  “You are very kind, Ma’am. We rejoice in your recovery and will eagerly await your attendance.” He leaned toward her. “You must be sure to let me know if there are any announcements you would like me to make on behalf of yourself or Wolfbridge.”

 

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