Winter’s Desire

by Amanda McIntyre, Charlotte Featherstone

  “There is no rush, my love.”

  “You tease me.”

  “No, Sinead. I’m worshipping you as I have always wanted. Don’t you like it?”

  “Too much,” she gasped.

  “Touch your breasts.”

  It was the darkness of his voice that made her open her eyes. He was watching her, and she did as he asked, cupping her breasts, pleasuring herself as he continued to stroke her with his skillful tongue.

  Then, closing her eyes, she lost herself to the pleasure of Kieran’s mouth. Time seemed to stop. Her mind blurred. Her body seemed to float and hover, and then her eyelashes fluttered and slowly lifted, revealing an image that was blurry.

  David.

  Was it really him she saw in the doorway of her bedroom? His hair was a touch darker, longer. His eyes were the same, but he looked older, more worldly than he had that morning she had last seen him.

  Pushing away from the doorjamb, David walked to the settee until he stood behind her. Dropping to his knees, he brushed her hair back from her forehead and kissed her throat.

  Kieran was still between her thighs, bringing her higher and higher, yet even as she felt Kieran’s mouth, she felt David’s tongue snake along her neck to her ear.

  “Will you love us both tonight, Sinead?” David asked.

  Kieran smiled and pushed away to stand before her. He helped her up and ran his hands up her thighs, rubbing his fingers against the new stockings he had bought for her.

  “Kieran?” she asked, reaching for him as he pulled away. Already she felt bereft of him.

  “You will have me,” he whispered in her ear. “You will have us both tonight. Light and dark.”

  7

  DAVID HADN’T KNOWN HOW HE WOULD COME TO her, only that he must. A year after his death, he had wandered the earth, hovering in the place between heaven and hell. He had prayed for this moment, this last chance to be with the love of his life.

  It did not hurt him to see her with Kieran, nor to watch what he had never done to her. To know she would be well loved and pleasured was enough. To see her happiness, to see the obvious love she held for Kieran filled him with peace. He was not leaving her alone, afraid. She was not unhappy.

  After tonight, she would let him go and together, but separately, they would start down the path to a future that would not include each other.

  “You have grown more beautiful, Sinead.” She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into his cupped hand. “Your body even more luscious than before. So soft. So warm.”

  “I am dreaming.”

  “Do you not feel my touch?” he asked, then brushed his lips against her mouth. “Do you not feel my kiss?”

  “I do, but how…Kieran…”

  “A woman’s fantasy,” David murmured as he ran his fingers down her neck. Her skin was just as soft and supple, her curves more generous, her body more womanly.

  “But…but you are not…alive.”

  “I am for this night. For one last night together.”

  She looked over her shoulder, fear shining in her eyes. Kieran. She was afraid of losing him. Afraid of having him turn from her. But she didn’t understand, didn’t realize that she was in control of this night. What would happen between them—all of them—was in her power, her control.

  “You can have me,” David said in a fierce whisper. “I’m yours, and you, Sinead, are mine. For tonight. For only tonight, let there be no regrets, no pain, no tears.”

  “David?” Sinead said his name aloud, unable to believe that it was truly him.

  “What does your heart tell you, Sinead?” he asked as he trailed his hand between the valley of her breasts. “Who does your body think it’s with? Does it not recall my touch?”

  Her body recalled David’s touch, the memory coming to life like the spark from a match.

  “Sinead,” she heard Kieran’s dark, velvety voice whisper in her ear, interrupting her thoughts. She felt the fluttering of his fingertips caressing the side of her cheek, her neck, the contours of her breasts before they traveled over her hips, only to roam over her bottom as they cupped and kneaded.

  Shock lanced through her like a bolt of lightning. It was utterly scandalous, but true. It was Kieran touching her from behind, and from the front it was David.

  But how could that be? It must be her wicked, wanton imagination. Her repressed sexual fantasies making her think such immoral things. She could not believe this was truly happening, despite the fact that it felt more real than anything she had ever experienced in her life.

  “I am here, Sinead,” Kieran whispered as his long fingers encased her breast. She reached up to cover his hand, anchoring him to her. “He has come back for this one night. Let us share you. Let us make love to you.”

  Real or fantasy, it was too provocative. This was her one chance to have both men, to experience the pleasure to be found in two men who were so different from each other.

  Kieran continued to pluck at her nipples, and David watched as she squeezed her breasts together, kneading them. Arching and writhing, she moved against both men. Then David’s hands were touching her breasts, too, following Kieran’s path. One’s touch was soft, the other’s rougher, more commanding.

  When Kieran offered her breasts up to David, David lowered his mouth to her nipples. Sinead gave in to the magic, the fantasy of spending the night between both men.

  “Let us do this for you,” Kieran entreated in a voice that she could not refuse. “Imagine the delight of him suckling you while you feel my hands covering your body. Imagine what it will be like to have both of us loving you at once.”

  “So very, very wicked to desire such a thing,” she said as she watched David’s tongue work her nipple. Kieran squeezed her breast then, filling David’s mouth. Hungrily, he sucked as Kieran continued to squeeze, feeding David more of her flesh.

  David lay back on the ground, taking her with him. Straddling his thighs, she tore at the buttons of his shirt. The slash of rippled flesh over his belly made her cringe. This is how he had died. Carefully she traced the wound, and he closed his eyes and moaned.

  “God, your hands…your touch…I forgot how good it felt.”

  Kieran came up behind her then, and she felt the weight of him, the heat of his skin burning her back, her bottom. He was kissing the line of her spine as his fingers spread the folds of her sex. She groaned and writhed as he pressed into her, his erection pushing into the soft globe of her bottom.

  She felt David rubbing her arms as she kissed the uneven skin of his belly, felt his palms travel over her thighs and then his fingers pulling at the pink satin band of her stockings. The movement was halted by a dark warning.

  “Leave them.”

  She looked down and saw Kieran’s hand shackling David’s wrist. She felt the tension in Kieran’s body, heard his hard breathing in her ear, and she went liquid between them. Kieran’s possessiveness called to her. She liked it.

  Conceding to Kieran, David removed his hand and captured her breast in his palm.

  “Mine,” Keiran growled against her throat, reminding her of his claim.

  She clutched at his fingers, which traced the flesh of her thigh above her stockings, letting him know she was his. The tension in him loosened, and he returned to kissing her.

  “David…” Sinead lowered her breasts so that only the tips of her nipples grazed his chest. “You have come back to me,” she murmured, then kissed his shoulder. Meeting his gaze, she brushed her breasts against him. With their gazes locked, she licked his lips with a flick of her tongue. Then she did it again, but this time she swirled her nipples against the crisp hair on his chest.

  The feeling of being encompassed by both men was strange, yet heady. She was warm, front and back, her body overly sensitized as two pairs of hands worked her from every angle. No part of her was left untouched, unkissed.

  David cupped the back of her head and lowered her mouth to his. Boldly, her tongue crept out, but he tricked her and met her
tongue with the tip of his. Slowly, erotically, their tongues touched.

  “I want to see your tongue like that on my cock,” Kieran whispered as he pressed into her.

  She wanted that, too. She had never done that, David had never asked, never pressed. But she knew Kieran would not ask. He would take. And she would allow it.

  “Kiss me, Sinead.” Fisting his fingers in her hair, David brought her forward, crushing his mouth against hers. It was a carnal kiss and he devoured her with unrestrained passion. Breaking off the kiss, he lifted her up and brought her breasts to his mouth. Hungrily, he took from her, and she pleasured in the sensation of him suckling her—starving for her.

  She reached between their bodies and opened the flap of his trousers. He was hard, ready, silken. Then she felt Kieran’s fingers pressing into her folds, entering her. She was wet, wanton now with Kieran playing with her sex and David sucking her breasts. She looked up and saw the image of the three of them in the dressing mirror. Kieran caught her expression in the reflection and lowered his head, kissing the globe of her bottom, then tasting her with his tongue.

  Closing her eyes, she savored his mouth, the lash of his tongue, the feel of David’s teeth gently tugging on her nipple. She felt the weight of David’s erection in her hand and she stroked him, burning higher as she heard him groan. His fingers set about stroking her calves, working their magic up past her knees to the inner facings of her thighs.

  Kieran moved away, leaving her empty. She reached for him, and he clasped her wrist, letting her know he was there.

  “I want to watch you with him,” Kieran murmured. “I want to see your pleasure, and then I will watch you with me.”

  David took control, and she squirmed when he sank his hand between her thighs. Then he reached for her hips and lifted her to his mouth. Stabbing pleasure snaked through her body. Hissing, Sinead arched her back and felt Kieran behind her, his hands palming her breasts. Wrapping her arms around Kieran’s neck, she allowed herself to be taken by both men as she studied David’s golden head moving languorously between her legs.

  Watching as David slowly made love to her with his lips and tongue, listening to his sighs of pleasure, catapulted her closer and closer to orgasm.

  “So beautiful,” she whispered, watching his mouth move along her. He looked up at her and smiled slowly, his eyes dancing in the glow of the firelight that had dimmed.

  Kieran continued to play with her nipples, stroking and pulling in time to David’s slashing tongue. She fell apart, shaking, her fingers clinging to Kieran as David held her still. In a boneless heap, she fell forward onto David’s chest.

  Turning her onto her back, David slid up the length of Sinead’s body, his chest slick with perspiration, the evidence of his arousal rubbing against her belly. His finger reached out and stroked her parted lips, brushing back and forth in an erotic rhythm.

  “Take me in your hand and stroke me. Show me how you want me.” When she placed him into her palm he moaned a deep, guttural “yes” and began to pump himself into her hand. “God, yes,” he groaned when she swirled her fingertip atop the swollen tip of him. David’s hand fisted in her hair, his breath coming in short pants as he watched her work him with her hand.

  She looked over and saw Kieran, he was touching himself, watching her with David. With a smile, she motioned for him to come to her. He did, sliding beside her, kissing her lazily as she continued to pleasure David.

  “I want you,” she whispered to Kieran, and he instinctively knew how she wanted him. Leaning back on his elbow, Kieran stroked himself and Sinead leaned over, taking the thick width of him into her mouth. His deep guttural groan was so powerful that Sinead let go of David and moved forward, crawling over Kieran, taking all of him in her mouth. He fisted his hands in her hair as he watched her sucking him, licking him as she played with the sack between his legs.

  “Swallow me, Sinead,” he commanded as he filled her mouth. She took him in, drinking him down as she felt the fluttering touch of David’s fingers on her side.

  David reached for her and positioned her so that she sat astride him and his erection was pulsing against her swollen folds.

  “I want to see all of you,” David groaned as he ran his hands all over her body. “I want all of this before me as you ride me.”

  David let his gaze roam liberally along her body. He took his time studying her, watching as the moonlight kissed her flesh. His gaze flickered up to the gentle slope of her shoulder, to the curve of her neck, and beyond, to where a mirror rested against the wall opposite the lounge.

  Reaching out, he trailed his fingers along the indentation of her waist and up and over her hip, all the while watching in the mirror as his hand roamed along her alabaster flesh.

  Gooseflesh sprung to life beneath his fingers and he felt Sinead sway into him, the movement mirrored in the glass. His hand at last found her bottom and he squeezed it. He tipped his head to the side so he could see his finger disappearing into the curls that were already damp for him.

  “Turn around, sweeting.”

  Gripping her about the waist, he helped her turn so that she was facing the mirror, her thighs draped over each of his legs. He fitted her hands around her breasts, making certain her pink nipples peeked out between her fingers. He positioned her so that she could slide her sex along his erection. He was aching to take her, but he wanted to take things slowly, to savor the moment. For this would be his last night with her.

  Sinead watched in the mirror as David’s hands roamed her body. She sat frozen atop him, mesmerized. Then Kieran was before her, touching her, his hands moving along her, taking the opposite path of David’s, sensitizing her skin until she writhed, not knowing whether she was trying to get away or take more.

  Sinead closed her eyes and savored the sensation of Kieran’s mouth moving along her throat, suckling her neck at the same time David’s fingers brushed between her legs.

  “Your eyes, sweeting, I want to see them.” When she opened them and found David’s gaze in the mirror, he grinned, then ran his finger down her swollen sex, parting her. Kieran’s fingers fisted in her hair as he stroked his tongue up the column of her throat.

  Her eyes went wide when David raised her up from his lap and took his erection in his hand, thrusting slowly into her, telling her to sink down onto him.

  Slowly she slid down, feeling full as David pushed up into her. She rode him, her hips undulating on his cock as Kieran suckled her breasts. Their hands were everywhere on her body, and every nerve she possessed was sensitized and alive.

  She was nearly there, at that heavenly precipice, when David pulled out.

  “No!” she cried.

  “I want to see your face as I make love to you,” David groaned. “I need it, to see you like that once again.” He turned her so that he supported her back with his knees. She arched then, the action thrusting her breasts toward him.

  David murmured as his eyes closed in pleasure. “God, the slide is so easy. All I can think of is how pleasurable it is not holding back for fear of hurting you. We can fuck now, can’t we, Sinead?”

  Sinead looked down into David’s face and saw how his eyes had taken on a darker edge as he thrust deep and hard into her.

  Resting her back against David’s knees, Sinead ground her hips onto him, matching his rhythm. “Come for me,” David commanded as he looked up at her with lust-filled eyes. “I want to feel your cunt milking me.”

  While David pleasured, Kieran nuzzled and licked her neck, his tongue alternating with the gentle brush of his fingertip along the bulging vein. His free hand skated down her belly to the crest of her sex where he circled her clitoris with his index finger.

  She fell apart then. “Oh, my God,” Sinead whispered before falling on top of David.

  “Sinead,” David whispered, brushing back her hair and kissing her brow. “I love you. Always.”

  8

  KIERAN PICKED SINEAD UP FROM THE FLOOR AND carried her to the bed. She was sate
d and sleepy, like a well-fed cat lying by the fire. She had been wild with him, wanton. He had absorbed every part of her into his body. When she had taken him into her mouth he had nearly screamed, when she had swallowed him he knew he’d never get enough of her.

  Allowing her to be with Pembrooke had nearly ruined him. In the days before he had loved Sinead it hadn’t bothered him to share a woman, but to see her with Pembrooke, to hear her pleasure, crushed him. And yet, he’d put aside his jealousy and his own fear, knowing it was what Sinead needed, and knowing it was the sole purpose for Pembrooke’s return. He had endured it, seeing Pembrooke fucking her, but he had felt savage, like an animal whose mate had been stolen. Now all he wanted to do was get his scent on her, to mark her as his, and his alone.

  Brushing her hair away from her brow, he watched her sleep, tracing the way the moonlight mingled with the fading glow of the fire over her breasts. His cock was hard. He wanted to take her again, to awaken her like this. But he had already had her too many times that night.

  He kissed her once more, then gathered her in his arms and contented himself with holding her. She snuggled into him, pressing her lush body up against his. With a smile, he let his head drop next to hers on the pillow, thinking about how he had despaired of never having her like this.

  “I think she might have always been your destiny.”

  Through sleepy, blurry eyes, Kieran lifted his head and searched the shadows in the room. From the darkest corner, a figure appeared. Kieran blinked, wiping away the sleep.

  Pembrooke.

  Instinctively, Kieran brought Sinead closer to his body, protecting her from what…a ghost?

  Pembrooke smiled, his gaze dropping to Sinead who slept soundly in Kieran’s arms.

  “You love her so well, and she loves you. You will love her always, just as much as you do now?” Pembrooke asked, kneeling by the side of the bed.