“No.” She pulled back her anxiety, imagining what he was asking for. “You want Jacob to fuck your butt. You liked it when I slid my finger inside you. Do you also want to suck his cock or have him suck you? Do you want to fuck his arse?”
“No, I have no interest in sucking him, and I don’t think I need him to suck me. You were quite astounding last night. Of course, he might want something in return.”
He pushed his hands in his pockets and wandered a few stalls away, before turning and walking directly to her.
“All right, I’m curious. Damn, Nina, you’re like a pest that won’t go away.” He turned to look at her. “I’m sorry. I’m embarrassed by the whole situation. I’ve always been attracted to women, but last night, just watching how he moved inside you…”
“A wise woman once told me being true to myself would only enhance my relationships.” Nina turned back to the stall. “I wanted to experiment, and I did. I don’t see why you shouldn’t.”
“Jacob may have something to say about it.”
“I’m sure he will, but we won’t know until we ask him. Either way, I’d be willing to let you practice on me. I quite enjoy the whole experience.” She threaded her arm through his and tugged him towards the new barn, the last direction they’d seen Jacob walk.
They found him finishing with Daniel.
“Good timing. We’re done here, and it looks like the sky is going to open again. Shall we get back and warm up? It’s close enough to tea time.”
“That sounds wonderful.” Nina took each man’s arm and walked with them back to the house, her mind filled with images she’d never imagined before.
What, she wondered, would Jacob have to say?
It turned into a lazy afternoon, with the three of them having tea in the solarium. Nina excused herself to take a nap. Jacob cited farm business to take care of. Will stayed behind, his work case close at hand.
In the hallway, Nina asked Jacob to meet her. Behind her locked bedroom door, he helped her undress, very slowly taking time to kiss her where each patch of skin became exposed. He fingered the lace on her collar.
“I’d tear it to make you wet, but it’s too lovely to destroy.” His fingers settled to unlace her corset.
Nina wanted to rush him but accepted his attention as one last gift. When she was stripped down to her chemise, she returned the slow torture, stripping him of each garment, committing the texture of his skin to memory.
On a rain-soaked afternoon with the door locked and the drapes drawn tight, Jacob made love to Nina the old-fashioned way, with him on top and her knees pulled high, his cock sliding inside and stretching her as she knew no other man ever would. They were quiet in their loving, touching and exploring, ingraining memories. Nina came with Jacob deep within her, her inner muscles clenching around him. He stayed inside her until his body relaxed, his seed a warm, oozing reminder of their act.
She lay in his arms, repeating to herself that she would not make a scene. He’d made it clear he didn’t want her full time. There was no reason not to mention Will’s fantasy, however. It wasn’t as if she’d be ruining the day Jacob would ask her to marry him—or even hint she should stay a bit longer.
“Jacob, when we were in the stable earlier, Will and I were talking.”
“About what?” he asked, his fingers absently shifting her hair on her shoulders.
“I realized Will was sort of left out last night.” She squirmed a bit, resettling with her hand tracing the dark curling hairs toward Jacob’s penis.
“And?”
“He has a fantasy he wishes to experience in confidence, too.”
“Which is what? You’re skirting the issue, Nina. Just tell me.”
She turned on her side to face him, her head propped on her hand. “He’d like to have a lesson on bringing a woman pleasure with his mouth.”
“Are you to be the test subject?” he asked with a laugh.
“Possibly. I don’t see the harm unless it bothers you.”
“I have no right for it to bother me. Would you like to be left alone with him?”
She squirmed a bit and resettled. “Jacob, he’d like you to be involved, too.”
“How?” The expression on Jacob’s face went from teasing to interested.
“Well, he’d like to know what it feels like to have his butt fucked. Apparently, your cock is impressive to men as well as women.”
“What?” Jacob pulled away and sat up against the headboard.
“He wants you to fuck him,” she told him bluntly.
“Does he expect to do the same to me?”
For the first time, she saw a glint of anxiety cross his face. “I don’t think so. He said he was curious after I fingered him, but you’d better talk to him about it.”
“I’m not interested in being fucked by Will.” His statement was final.
“But would you fuck him?”
“Why is this so important to you?”
Nina knew her body heated with embarrassment but her pussy clenched, making the pull inside her start again. “I’d like to watch.”
“Does the idea make you hot?”
“The idea makes me wet and needy.”
Jacob pulled the bedside bell and summoned Daylen, informing him he wanted Will summoned. Nina moved to the dressing area while they spoke. It didn’t really matter, for Daylen knew that Lord Mansley almost naked in the bedroom next door to his own and summoning Will could only mean one thing.
Minutes later, refreshed and cleansed, Nina lay on the bed, her back propped on pillows. Her hand gently guided Will’s finger in her pussy, giving him compliments on a certain stroke or touch.
He’d entered with a skeptical look and laughed when Nina ordered him to “get naked and come lick me.” She figured getting started quickly would be least awkward.
Jacob sat by her head, his arm around her shoulder, his fingers tumbling her nipple between them. “Just relax, Will. You’re supposed to enjoy doing this, to want to do it. And your lover will know if you’re just … going through the expected motions.”
Will resettled between Nina’s thighs with renewed interest but a blank stare in his eyes. Jacob moved lower, taking Nina’s breast to his lips, letting one hand drop to her pussy, running along her folds, showing Will the general idea.
“Put your finger inside her, gently at first. Her body will tell you when she wants you deeper or faster. Feel her heat and moisture, run your tongue along her folds. That’s better. See how her body naturally reacts.”
Will’s enthusiasm ensconced him in the movements, truly loving Nina with his hands and lips. She felt like she was a new toy, and he had to inspect it fully.
Nina lay back, enjoying Will’s and Jacob’s attentions. She wondered if Jacob was excited but didn’t move her hand to check. Instead, she glanced and saw he was erect, the material of his trousers tented. They continued with Jacob coaching Will.
Nina let her mind clear, taking what was offered, enjoying it, moaning aloud as her body writhed under his touch, so different from Jacob’s. She glanced at Will and saw his cock was rock hard, straining towards his belly.
“Jacob,” she whispered, nodding to Will.
He seemed hesitant but finally moved from her side. From the dressing room, he returned with a bottle of bath oil, slathering his erection with the slippery oil. He let several long drips fall between Will’s buttocks, his finger stroking along the length of him, pushing inside Will’s anus and pulling back several times. She felt Will tense at first, watched his entire body heat with embarrassment until he all but presented himself to Jacob.
The lavender smell of the oil enhanced with their body heat and movements. Nina knew she’d never again smell lavender and not flash back to this very moment, watching Will and Jacob.
Will paused only to look at Jacob, a smile of thanks on his lips, before he turned back and began a new onslaught at her pussy.
She watched, fascinated as Jacob stroked his cock, smoothing the oil over his whole length b
efore grasping Will by the hips and pushing his cock into the other man in one long, smooth push. Will stilled involuntarily, losing his concentration as he grew accustomed to the invasion of Jacob’s cock into his butt. She felt the new attitude his mouth took at her clit, how his two fingers mimicked Jacob’s thrusts.
“Will, do you want to stop?” she asked.
“No, it’s better now,” he whispered, using a long thrust of his tongue along her folds.
“It’s a burn at first, but then it turns into a stinging, Will. Soon, it will become a heated need that must be satisfied.”
His eyes closed, Jacob continued to fuck Will, holding him by the hips. Will was working her toward a cliff of orgasm she hadn’t thought he’d achieve for her.
She came when Will slid a finger in her anus, moving furiously to help her crest. He leaned back and used his other hand to pull on his own cock. With a loud groan, he sprayed her belly with his seed. Jacob pulled from Will, pumping his cock several times before coming on Will’s back.
Jacob moved to the foot of the bed, dropping his sweat soaked body onto the softness. Will lay with his head on her belly, exhausted and obviously sated, his fingers absently running through the droplets of his release. She smiled at her two exhausted men. After a brief respite, Will stirred.
“How long will I have to wait for a repeat performance?” she asked, laughing at their unappreciative expressions. She laughed harder as each man silently tugged on pants and shirt, gathering the rest of their discarded clothing.
Jacob paused in her doorway. “I’ll send Elsa in an hour to help you dress for dinner.” He winked at her and closed the door, Will having slipped out seconds before without meeting anyone’s direct look.
Supper turned into a comical affair with the three of them relaxed and sexually sated. Over coffee in the parlor, Will admitted his curiosity had been satisfied. He decided he’d stick to the female sex, now that he had a better understanding of them.
“Miss Harbin, it’s been my pleasure to serve you.”
Nina laughed and accepted his kiss on each cheek. “Mr. Smithton, my eternal gratitude for helping to rid us of Wallace Arret.”
“That I did for queen and country as well as you, Nina.”
Turning he thanked Jacob with a hearty handshake and nod. “I’ll be gone in the early light, but I’ll never forget this time at Dartmoor.” He winked to Nina before closing the parlor doors.
She sat beside the fire, wondering what her last night under Jacob’s roof would be like.
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Chapter Twenty
Her last night at Dartmoor didn’t go as she might have planned. Jacob had just entered her room and was pouring brandies for them when Daylen interrupted. With little conversation, Jacob was on the move.
“There’s a problem with one of the horses. Rest a while. I’ll come back when this is settled.”
She struggled to sit up. “I’ll dress and come with you,” she told him, but the tone of his voice spoke more than his words.
“That is not the place for you tonight. Stay here.”
Nina chose to ignore his abruptness. After all, he ran a breeding farm. If there was a problem with a horse, it was his duty to oversee.
As the night wore long, she tried to nap but couldn’t, pacing the room long after midnight. She pulled on her dressing gown and slippers and headed downstairs only to see the stable completely lit up. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t something simple.
She paced the downstairs until Daylen arrived and asked if she wanted anything. He didn’t give her any information when she asked about the situation at the stable. Returning to her room, she found pacing there was worse, shorter if nothing else.
Nina’s temper started to churn, though she realized she had no right to be mad at or jealous of a horse. In the early morning, she snuck back downstairs, seeing the stable still fully lit. Upstairs, she rested on the divan, a headache overpowering her will to be angry.
By dawn, Nina was fully aware she was not with child. The aches her body held as well as the miserable headache were all too familiar. Funny, she decided while packing the rest of her clothing in her trunks, she had never once considered the idea of becoming pregnant.
In the beginning, Jacob had used protection. Then they just let it go, neither mentioning it in their hurry to complete the act. Nina realized just how stupid and naive she truly was.
The last thing she did before closing her case was to tear the pages from her journal and drop them onto the fire. She watched as the edges singed and crumpled, until there was no evidence of her thoughts of everlasting love with Jacob.
At breakfast, she learned Will had already headed to London and the situation in the stable was still ongoing. Daylen informed her there was a carriage waiting to take her and Elsa to Southampton.
Elsa was already napping beside here when Nina took in her last sight of Dartmoor as Jacob’s luxurious carriage drove rolled down the drive. Elsa was to stay with her in Southampton until her arrangements were made, and Nina was ready to move on.
The driver was apparently informed of her destination, for he deposited her at the nicest hotel in the city and insured that she and Elsa were checked in and settled before departing.
Five weeks later, Nina made arrangements for Elsa to return to Dartmoor. She was confident in her decision to take the position in Wales as a governess to two young children. Lord Brentwood was unknown to her, but her research said he was as he presented, well-heeled, in a position of authority, and the father of two children. His carriage was to pick her up the next day and bring her to his estate.
Having met only his barrister, who had advertised the position, she decided Wales was far enough from London and Southampton to suit her. If she hated the job, she would move on. It was a start, and none of the ships sailing in the near future had passage situations that were attractive.
Her night was restless with thoughts of her future. Would they be kind people and the children lovely to spend time with?
Ready at first light, her trunks were being loaded into a carriage waiting at the hotel door. When she went to settle her bill, she was told it was taken care of.
Outside, a black carriage awaited, the crest on the side that of Dartmoor, not Lord Brentwood’s, as she expected. The familiar driver opened the door for her as she began to argue with him about a miscommunication, repeating he was to take Elsa home.
“She’s already there, Miss,” the driver told her.
“Nina, get in, please. We’ll talk along the way.”
Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized Jacob’s voice. “Jacob, I don’t understand. I’m waiting to be taken to Lord Brentwood’s estate in Wales, where I am to become his children’s governess.”
“Not any longer. Get in, Nina.”
She glanced around and took the driver’s hand up into the carriage. “I don’t understand. It was all arranged.”
“Yes, it might have been, but you see, I know Lord Brentwood and his reputation. Did his barrister bother to tell you why he needed a new governess?”
“Only that the last girl left.”
“Yes. She left when he tried to take advantage of her.”
“Surely with a wife and children, I’d be safe. Besides, as Wallace so often reminded me, I’m no beauty, just a bland woman.”
“I never thought you bland, Nina. And before you ask, arrangements have been made.” He took her gloved hand in his and turned to face her. “This is all very simple. You will come back to Dartmoor with me as my wife and the mother of my future children.”
“What?” Nina couldn’t believe what he was offering. “You don’t want to get married. You don’t want a wife.”
“I didn’t. Apparently, you changed that situation.”
“I did no such thing. I left quietly without a fuss because it was what you told me you expected.”
“It might have been, but things have changed.”
“How?”
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“Are you really going to make me say all this?”
“Yes.” The carriage hit a rut in the road, tossing her closer to him. “Tell me, Jacob.”
They pulled up before a small chapel, and Nina couldn’t believe this was happening.
“I’ve gotten a special license. We’ll marry here today and have a celebration back at the manor in a few weeks.”
“Not until you tell me what changed.”
“They’re waiting inside for us. We’ll talk later.”
“No, we’ll talk now.” She folded her arms across her stomach and set her head to stare at him.
“Fine,” he groused. “The weeks since you left have been the longest of my life. I realized I did want a wife, and for more than sex. I wanted a companion to laugh with and to argue with. And in the end, I came to realize I’d fallen in love with you from the start. That first night in Arret’s room when you looked so startled, yet made it clear my household had let you down. Not many women would have had the courage to speak up.”
“Go on,” she said.
“When Elsa returned yesterday with the news of you going off to Wales to be Brentwood’s governess, I lost control. For the first time in my life, I threw a temper tantrum. Broke lots of china and tossed my beloved books around the library.”
“Jacob, not your books…”
“Elsa said you’d been sick the first days you were gone.”
“I wasn’t sick, I just had my monthly. And now that we’re being so blunt, do you realize how lucky we were that I wasn’t going to have your child? Especially since you despise the idea.”
“Don’t you see, Nina, deep down I knew I wanted you with me? Never have I been lax about controlling that situation. With you, I let it slide. My subconscious mind was giving me a way to keep you and my pride.”
“So when Elsa told you I didn’t feel well, you put it together.”
“Yes, and that’s when I had my second temper tantrum. I knew then there was no reason for you to come back to me, ever.”
“Jacob, are you sure? I mean, we’ve done so many things, especially with Will. Can you forget those acts?”
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