by Josie Dennis
“Perhaps. I am planning to redecorate Thistle Grange, and would like to start with some pillows.”
“We do not generally make such but we can do our best to meet your specifications.”
“Specifications, yes.” He stroked his hand over the soft blue fabric once more. “I would like a pillow made from this fabric. What fillings do you use?”
“We can use feathers or down, making it as soft as you wish.”
He considered how they would use the pillow and shook his head. “Soft, yes, but it would have to be resilient as well. Firm enough to lend support to one’s body.”
She blinked. “Like a sofa cushion, perhaps?”
“Yes.” He spread his arms apart a bit wider than shoulder width. “This wide, I think. And no thicker than my waist.”
She jotted down some notes. “A rectangle?”
He shook his head. “No. Would you be able to make it like a roll? Cylindrical?”
She nodded. “Certainly. No difficulty at all. I can have this ready for you by tomorrow.”
Edward smiled. “Capital. Do see it delivered to the Grange?”
“I hope you will be pleased with our efforts, Mr. Linden. We would much enjoy providing you as you go forward with your decorating.”
Edward nodded and took Cathy’s package, stepping out of the shop. The pillow would indeed suit, if it was made to his specifications. Firm enough to hold Cathy’s body yet soft on her smooth belly. If they were to take her in her pretty little ass, she would need to be as comfortable as possible. The thought of caressing her perfect bottom, propped up by the pillow, and spreading her cheeks to reveal the secret path to pleasure had him drawing a sharp breath. Tomorrow could not come soon enough.
“Mr. Linden!”
He jerked his head to find Clarisse and Mrs. Middleton approaching. He bowed his head. “Ladies.”
“How does this day find you?” Mrs. Middleton asked. “I daresay we had hoped you would attend the card party at the Holdens’ last evening.”
“Mr. Heath and I were away on business.”
“Mr. Heath accompanied you?” Clarisse’s mouth turned down in a pout surely meant to be adorable. “I would have thought he would have stayed behind with Miss Earling.”
Edward’s senses sharpened. “Whyever would you presume that?”
“Clarisse merely meant that they are very close,” Mrs. Middleton rushed out. “All three of you are, really.”
“We grew up together, Mrs. Middleton.”
Clarisse turned a smug glance in the direction of the tearoom. “Yet there she sits alone with Mr. Heath. If you are all as close as you say, why does he seem so familiar with her?”
Edward follows her gaze, seeing the ease between Henry and Cathy. They were smiling and cozy and everything Edward would want for the both of them.
“Are you making an accusation, Miss Middleton?” Edward asked coldly.
The girl had the good sense to back away from him. “Not at all! I think it is lovely that she enjoys the attention. I merely thought that with Mr. Heath so captivated by Miss Earling, perhaps you and I—”
“Clarisse, look at the time,” her mother cut in.
Clarisse started then dimpled a smile at him. “We would most enjoy a call, Mr. Linden.”
Not if my balls were on fire and you were a bucket of water. “I daresay Mr. Heath and I are quite busy now that we’ve returned to the Grange.”
“What of the recital tomorrow night at the Pickerings’?” Mrs. Middleton asked.
He’d gotten the invitation, now set among the pile on his desk. He had to speak to Henry and Cathy, however. “I believe we are considering attending.”
Mrs. Middleton wore a sly smile. “Then perhaps we shall see you there.”
Edward bowed his head. “Good day.” He turned toward the tearoom, once more watching Henry with Cathy. The Middletons were fools. He could never be jealous of Henry. He loved him as much as he loved Cathy. They had to do something to divert attention, however. Perhaps circulating now and again among the people of Highmoor would do the trick. The recital tomorrow night might indeed suit.
But before that would come their afternoon with Cathy. Edward grinned. After what they would share tomorrow he would gladly sit through a dozen such amusements.
* * * *
“Tea with honey, Henry?” Cathy asked.
He laughed at her jest. She looked a picture this afternoon, perched on the settee with her pretty pink skirt spread about her. Her eyes shone with that knowledge he’d glimpsed in the tearoom yesterday, and his cock hardened.
“Honey is called for, I think,” Edward put in, settling beside her. “I daresay this is far more pleasant than being out on display.”
“People were staring,” she allowed, sipping at her tea. “Even after you left to retrieve my ribbons.”
Henry shrugged away her concerns, even though last night he had agreed with Edward that something had to be done. “Will you attend the Pickerings’ recital this evening, Cathy?”
She nodded. “There is so little entertainment in Highmoor, how could I refuse? To do so would cause a speculation I would not wish bandied about.”
“What sort of speculation?” Edward asked.
Her lips thinned. “It is nothing, I am sure. Mrs. Middleton and Clarisse called this morning. The girl intimated that my being particular friends with the two of you was unseemly.”
“That bitch said such a thing?” Henry growled.
“Not in so many words, but it was in all her looks,” she said. “I care not what they think.”
Edward was quiet for a moment then gave a nod. “We shall be more circumspect in company, then.”
“Can they know, Edward?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Do they guess what we have?”
“No,” Edward bit out. “And they never shall.”
She came to her feet. “Perhaps I was foolish to wish for this through the winter.”
“The winter?” Henry stood. “What do you mean?”
“I thought to keep you both to myself until you leave for Town again.” Her eyes shone with tears. “But it seems I am to be deprived of even that short interlude.”
Henry’s heart broke to see the pain in her gaze. “We will not be going to Town.”
“Save for short visits now and again,” Edward added. “We no longer plan to remain in Town for the Season each year.”
Henry could see her mind working, trying to ascertain their meaning.
“No more talking, love,” Edward said. He took her hand in his. “We have a surprise for you.”
Heat flared in her eyes, an expression Henry much preferred to her earlier distress. “A surprise?”
“There is so much more to share, and an entire afternoon at our disposal,” Edward said.
“More?” she whispered. “Oh, that sounds intriguing.”
Henry placed his arm over her shoulder. “Come to Edward’s bedchamber, Cathy. We shall be happy to enlighten you.”
She was soon spread naked in the center of the large bed. Her eyes devoured both him and Edward as they disrobed. The last time he’d been too much of a hurry to even remove his jacket. Today would be different.
“You are both so beautiful,” she sighed.
He exchanged a look with Edward and smiled. “We are pleased you think so.”
“Your bodies are so much alike.” Her gaze traveled over their cocks. “Are all men built like you?”
Henry held himself in check, though it was a close thing. “No, love. I suppose we are both gifted in certain areas.”
“As you are with your perfect breasts,” Edward put in. “Not to mention that delectable pussy of yours.”
Her body flushed pink head to toe, and Henry climbed onto the bed. He kissed her, tasting deeply of her until he could not withstand the wait a moment longer. “Ah, your pussy.” He spread her legs, pleased to see she was already wet. “I daresay my last taste was too brief.”
“I promise I will wait this time,�
�� Edward said with a smile.
She looked from one to the other, and then her eyes darkened as Henry lowered his head. He licked her. She tasted like heaven, sweeter than the honey they’d shared. He’d forgotten to bring the jar to the bedroom, but they had plenty of time for that going forward. She thought to keep herself to them only through the winter? He could not wait to disabuse her of that notion. Forever wouldn’t be long enough to have their fill of her.
Burying his tongue within her, he caught a burst of her juices. She began to moan, spreading her thighs wider to him. He found her clit and began to suck gently, just enough to tease her.
“Henry!” she cried.
“Do you like what Henry is doing to you, Cathy?” Edward asked.
She gave a shaky nod, biting her luscious lower lip. Edward straddled her narrow waist, resting his rigid cock between her breasts. “Hold your breasts together, love.”
She did so, watching as he rubbed the head of his cock over her nipple. She arched a bit, impeded by their position. Henry glanced up as Edward began to move between the gorgeous mounds.
“Go on,” Henry urged.
Edward eased toward her mouth. “Take me, Cathy. Open your mouth to me.”
“My mouth?” she gasped, her lips parted invitingly.
“God, the thought of it,” Edward said. “Do as Henry is doing.” He breathed in a rasping breath. “Just what Henry is doing.”
Henry renewed his task, wringing another moan of pleasure from her.
“A slow lick,” Edward said.
Henry complied, dragging his tongue over her slit until she trembled. She did likewise, stroking Edward’s cock from the base to the tip. “Again.”
Henry did it again, harder this time. She must have mimicked his motions, for Edward let out a growl. “Suck, Henry!” He began to thrust in her mouth. “By God, suck her!”
Henry closed his lips over her clit and sucked hard. She began to cry out, and then the sound was muffled as she apparently wrapped her lips around Edward’s cock. She sucked and moaned, writhing on the bed as Henry thrust first one then two fingers inside of her. Edward grabbed on to the headboard, moving forward and back as Cathy’s mouth drove him over the brink. As she began to come, pressing tight against his mouth, Henry heard Edward moan. He recognized the sounds their girl made as Edward spilled his seed in her mouth. Surprise and delight. Lord, she was perfect.
Henry sat up, licking his lips to savor her taste. Edward was still shaking, his hands clasped tight on the headboard. At last he eased away from her, and sure enough Henry read the surprised pleasure on her face. Amazing.
“You taste like…you,” she said to Edward.
Edward managed a laugh. “If you say so.”
“No. Like your scent.” Her gaze fell on Henry’s still-rigid cock. “I believe I should like to taste Henry.”
Henry groaned, bringing his cock to her lips. She flicked her tongue over the head then smiled. “Like Henry.” She parted her lips to take in more of him.
He shook his head at her. “Not today, love. We have something else planned for today.”
She came up on her elbows, her eyes bright. “My surprise?”
“God, you are incredible.” Edward chuckled.
Edward climbed off the bed and retrieved the pillow. As promised it had been delivered that morning, made to his exact specifications. Henry couldn’t wait to employ it.
She tilted her head to one side as she stared at the pillow. “What is that for?”
Henry took her hand, tugging her to a sitting position. “You shall see.” He took the pillow from Edward, placing it in the center of the bed. “Trust me, it is for your comfort.”
And to better angle her lovely ass for his taking.
Chapter 7
Edward eyed Cathy with that wicked gleam she’d come to appreciate while Henry beckoned her forward. Whatever was that pretty blue pillow for?
“On your belly,” Henry commanded gently.
Oh, would he take her from behind as Edward had? Juices pulsed from her pussy at the thought of it. Stretching out over the pillow, she found it was soft on her skin. The stuffing was firm however, and her bottom was thrust into the air. She could not spread her legs very far apart.
“This is surprising,” she said.
“Are you uncomfortable?” Edward asked her.
“No.” She wriggled a bit. “But I do not see how Henry will be able to…”
“Put my cock inside of you?” Henry finished. He placed his hands on her buttocks, gently kneading until she felt herself relax. “I am using a different route to pleasure this afternoon.”
The realization struck her, startling and titillating at once. “My bottom?”
“Yes, your bottom,” Henry said, a smile in his voice. “Your luscious ass will be mine today.”
“Does that frighten you, Cathy?” Edward asked her.
“No,” she said to her own surprise. “In for a penny…”
Henry laughed then moaned as he began to knead her buttocks once more. The linens beneath her teased her breasts, and she couldn’t resist rubbing against then. Edward began to stroke her back, dropping kisses on her spine until she ached for Henry’s cock. She did not care where precisely, as long as he was deep inside of her soon.
Henry’s finger penetrated her ass then. It pinched slightly. She flinched, and he withdrew. “You are so tight.” He returned and touched her. “This is a balm, love. It will ease my way.” There was a smear of something on his finger, thick and smooth and fragrant.
The balm felt cold at first, and then it warmed as he began to thrust first one then two fingers within her. He spread her cheeks and kept up the pressure, widening her for his cock. Her ass felt a bit numb now, tingling, yet there was no discomfort. “Henry, please…”
It felt like he had three fingers in her now, but it was not enough. Edward continued to stroke and kiss her back as she finally felt the tip of Henry’s cock between her buttocks. She let out a hissing breath as he thrust slowly inside. She felt so full, her pussy aching for its possession as well. He began to move, shallow thrusts that felt strange and wonderful.
“Oh!” she cried, rubbing up against him for relief.
“Easy.” She could hear the strain in Henry’s voice. “I do not wish to hurt you.”
“My…” She gasped as he sank deeper. “My pussy, Henry.”
He withdrew slightly and surged forward again. “What of your pussy?”
She could not form the words. She felt hot and aching and on the brink of a cataclysm. Edward reached around to cup her breasts, squeezing as he intensified her need. She was so close, so ready to explode, when Henry at last began to move faster. She sobbed his name, and he finally touched her swollen flesh. His cock in her bottom, his fingers in her pussy. There was no balm on this hand, just her own juices as she clenched around him. She surrendered to the passion. Her climax seemed to go on forever as she clutched the linens beneath her. She heard Henry’s shout of completion as if from far away, lost to pure sensation. She felt the slight sting of his withdrawal soon after.
Edward kissed her, stroking her hair and murmuring words of praise. “You did beautifully, love. Did you like what Henry did?”
She struggled to catch her breath, somehow managing a nod. Henry eased the pillow from beneath her, settling her onto her back. His brows were drawn together as he gazed at her face. “I did not hurt you?”
“N–no.”
He stroked his thumb over her cheek. “Then why are you crying?”
She wiped at her tears, just noticing them. “It was so much, Henry. I…It was so much.”
Edward smiled and held her close. “It is never enough.”
“What was in that balm?” she asked drowsily.
“Herbs from the apothecary’s. To relax you.” Henry kissed her brow. “We had him mix in some heather.”
“Heather?” she whispered.
“So it would smell like you,” Edward explained.
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nbsp; They held her close as her body slowly recovered from her climax. The three of them were tangled limbs and mingled breath as the afternoon went on toward evening, and she fell into a light doze.
* * * *
That evening Cathy wriggled in her seat, the performance of the Pickerings’ youngest daughter going on forever. She could scarcely pay attention, her mind filled with what they’d shared that afternoon. It had been astounding, really. Henry and Edward both seemed to take such pleasure in her own. She should not be surprised. It thrilled her to see them climax as well. It was a curious thing, this passion among the three of them.
Her bottom, however, had not fully recovered. Whatever magic the balm had imparted had since worn off. She was not in pain precisely, just aware of herself as she had never been before.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Henry asked in her left ear.
She managed to nod. “The performance is pleasant enough.”
“But not short enough,” Edward put in softly at her right.
She giggled, earning a look of displeasure from Mrs. Pickering. Schooling her expression, she sat as straight as her bottom allowed.
“Are you sore?” Henry whispered.
“Not precisely,” she answered.
“Good.” Edward sighed in obvious relief.
They stayed pressed close to her side as the eldest Pickering daughter sat before the pianoforte. She began to play adequately, and Cathy tried to focus on the music. It was nearly impossible with Henry and Edward so close she could smell their scents. That brought to mind their tastes, and she swallowed. Who would have thought such a thing was possible? She loved everything about them now, and was even more certain that taking this time with them would keep her long into the lonely life that stretched before her.
They’d said they would not leave her for the Season every year, not any longer. She was but one woman, however. And an inexperienced one at that. A smile curved her lips. Perhaps not so inexperienced now.
“That look on your face,” Henry teased. “Do I want to know what occupies that mind of yours at present?”
“Stop it, Henry,” she chastised.