Ménage a Must

by Renee Michaels

  She broke the kiss and whispered, “Well then, I’d best linger a while longer.”

  Chapter Five

  Molly woke up with a hard cock pressed into the softness of her belly and another wedged between her thighs just below her nether lips. Lethargy brought on by total satiation weighted down her limbs. The soreness in her groin was a small price to pay for the extended bout of lovemaking she had enjoyed with her two enthusiastic lovers.

  It was pitch black outside but the clock in her head told her she’d have to rise soon. Molly sat up, hearing the thud of footsteps approaching Graeme’s small bedroom. The rough-hewn door eased open, and the imposing figure of a man filled the doorway.

  Molly let out a little yelp. The intruder held an oil lamp up and it cast a beam of light over the Earl of Glenhaven’s visage. His brows flew up but he recovered quickly and he sent her a roguish grin.

  “Good morning, Molly. Kick Graeme out of bed, would you?”

  She didn’t have to rouse Graeme. His arm tightened around her waist, he opened one bleary eye and frowned.

  “Oh bollocks, it can’t be dawn already, we just fell asleep.”

  “Not quite, but it seems you’ve forgotten our appointment. I can understand why you were distracted.” His lordship’s appreciative gaze slid over Molly’s nude body. “I hate to pull you away, but duty first.”

  With a disgruntled snort, Graeme sat up, pressed a kiss on Molly’s swollen lips and rolled off the love-rumpled sheets. “Logan, get your arse up and see to it Molly finds her way to her quarters before the rest of the household rises.”

  Face still buried in the pillow, Logan mumbled, “You two go on ahead. Molly and I will snuggle a bit.”

  “No, you won’t. Graeme’s right. There’ll be hell to pay if Mrs Calder catches a whiff of where she spent the night. Besides, I need a horse saddled to ride down to the magistrate as soon as we capture the poachers.”

  “I have a good hour yet,” Logan groused.

  Unashamedly nude, Graeme stalked over to the washstand, poured water from a pitcher into the basin, and started to wash. He scrubbed his face, bathed his torso and his erect cock.

  “Would it have killed you, my lord, to have waited another hour?”

  “Maybe if I’d known you had such delectable company. On the other hand, since I spent the night alone in my lordly bed…” Glenhaven grinned with a hint of a taunt. “I find I can’t muster any remorse for removing you from Molly’s sweet embrace.”

  “Jealous bastard,” Graeme accused without any heat in his voice.

  “Yes, I’m green with envy.” The earl’s attention shifted back to Molly. Concern clouded his eyes. “You have bruises on your arms and neck. Did these two reprobates coerce you to do anything you didn’t want to do?”

  “You know damned well we’d never do anything so low. You’ve shared a lass or two with us.” Logan sat up and glared at his employer.

  “No, my lord, I was more than willing. I may even have instigated quite a bit of our love play.”

  Molly was intrigued—a member of the peerage who took an in interest in the well-being of those in service. In her experience, blue-blooded young bucks habitually forced themselves on the vulnerable female staff. This lordling seemed to be a better gent than most. He might just be what Annabelle needed. Molly would do her damnedest to smooth their path to matrimony.

  “Miss Annabelle is horse mad, your lordship. Perhaps you could take her for a ride when you return,” Molly blurted out, giving in to the impulse to get her mistress’s courtship on track.

  The earl did his best to hide his grimace, but didn’t quite manage to mask it. Molly realised she’d overstepped the bounds of propriety, as servants didn’t make demands of their betters, but she forged on. “She is not what she seems, my lord.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Encouraged, Molly took a gamble. “On your first meeting, did Miss Annabelle respond to any attempt at a conversation with a monosyllable, stare blankly just above your shoulder, and fix a vacuous smile on her face?”

  “As a matter of fact she did, but to what end?”

  “It’s for you to find out the whys, my lord.” Molly grinned. She had planted a seed, pricked his pride and curiosity. The man and not the lord would seek the answers and the hunt, or rather the wooing, would begin. Molly chuckled. If she didn’t have two such fine playmates, she’d almost envy Annabelle the delight of the earl’s pursuit.

  “If you will, Molly, pass on an invitation to join me for a ride.”

  “At what time do you want her to meet you, my lord?”

  “Seven.” He sounded dubious that she could accomplish that task.

  Annabelle usually didn’t ring for her morning chocolate until ten, but Molly was on a mission. She’d have her mistress ready if it was the last thing she did.

  “She’ll await your pleasure in the stable yard at the appointed time, my lord,” Molly promised.

  It being too late for a show of false modesty, Molly slid out of the bed naked as the day she was born. She ambled over to Graeme, picked up a washcloth, dunked in the water, and soaped it up. She braced to bear the icy water, and gave herself a whore’s bath—armpits and groin.

  Molly wrinkled her nose. She’d have to put on the uniform she’d worn the day before. She’d beg or bribe one of the footmen to haul a kettle of hot water up to her room to get a proper wash later.

  Graeme pulled on his drawers and woollen pants. He left the room and returned with her clothes. She reached over to snatch them up but he covered her hand with his.

  “Should we prepare another bath for you tonight?”

  She laughed at the hopeful gleam in his eyes. Logan was brash and bold, but Graeme employed a boyish charm with the same effectiveness. “I don’t know if I could survive another night like the one I just shared with the two of you. But I’ll see how I feel after I’ve completed my chores at the end of the day.”

  “Fair enough.” He pressed another kiss to her cheek, gathered up his shirt, boots and gun, flashed her a grin and left with his lordship a step behind him.

  “Well, Molly, my love. Can I send you on your way with a smile on your face?” Logan patted the mattress, the sheet draped over his hips to hide his tumescence.

  Molly perched on the edge of the bed and rolled on her stockings. “Much as I’d like to tarry, I’ve already stayed longer than is prudent.” She shot him a flirtatious look over her shoulder as she pulled on her drawers. “My stay here has just begun. I’m sure you’ll have ample opportunity for another rendezvous.”

  “I’ll make sure it happens,” Logan assured her with a wolfish grin on his face.

  * * * *

  Washed, dressed and fortified by a strong cup of tea, Molly stalked into her mistress’s bedchamber like a general marching into battle. She threw open the threadbare brocade drapes to let in the watery sunlight. She tromped over to the bed and ripped the covers off the lump in the centre of the mattress.

  Annabelle reared up. “What? Where?” She blinked like an owl before the sleep cleared out of her eyes and gawped at Molly. “Have you gone batty?” She grabbed the blankets and tried to pull them back over her body.

  “No, I have come to my senses. Miss Annabelle, we’ve come to a crossroads.” Her muscles toned from years of hard work, Molly dragged the bed linen off the bed.

  “What are you blathering about?” Brows lowered, chin jutted out, Annabelle spat.

  She was in for a fight but nothing was going to deter her. Molly met the glare aimed at her with a bland stare. “Miss Annabelle, I’ve done everything you asked, even when you played fast and loose with your virtue.”

  Annabelle sniffed, the airy sound dismissive. “Don’t be absurd, my virginity is intact.”

  “By a miracle or my timely intervention. Some day one of those you dally with is going to have you flat on your back and his cock rammed up your pussy.”

  Annabelle’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. “It was
only a bit of harmless fun.”

  “It’s a time for plain speaking. I won’t, can’t, do it anymore. I’m tired of living in fear of your stepmother.”

  “But Molly, you said you understood.” The look of betrayal in the young miss’s eyes slapped at Molly.

  “I do, lovey, but you’re a girl who’s ripe for a man. It’s time you found a husband. I believe the earl would suit.”

  “I will never actively do anything to give Priscilla a moment of satisfaction. She’d flaunt him like a trophy and he’d come to despise me in time.”

  “Miss Annabelle, you have to marry, the earl has to marry, and maybe you can manage to rub along well.”

  “No, I won’t do it.” Annabelle crossed her arms over her breasts, her expression unyielding—a stance Molly recognised. She’d change her approach, and dangle something the girl craved like a carrot in front of a donkey.

  Molly leaned closer to Annabelle. “On the other hand, at the very least he might help you scratch the little itch between your thighs. He’s as randy as the next man—he might relieve you of your innocence and render you unmarriageable.”

  “Molly O’Dowd, how wicked of you to suggest such a thing. I barely know him,” Annabelle protested, but Molly saw the gleam of speculation in her eyes.

  “As if that stopped you before. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how well he fills out his trousers, especially in the crotch. Now he’s invited you to go for a gallop. At least go for the ride. Where’s the harm in that?”

  Annabelle scrambled with a gratifying eagerness. Molly had a feeling the earl would take care of the rest. She smirked as she removed a riding habit from the clothes press.

  Chapter Six

  Molly could have danced a jig as she watched her wilful mistress cantering down the drive with the earl. Molly headed for the manor house but paused to glance into the shadowy stables. She shook her head in exasperated wonder. The horses’ quarters looked better maintained than the house.

  Distracted by her musings, she shrieked when someone clamped an arm around her waist and hauled her back against a hard masculine body. Molly reacted instinctively and slammed her boot heel into the shin of her assailant.

  “Jaysus, Molly, trying to sweep you off your feet is a dangerous undertaking,” Logan grunted and toted her into a small room at the far end of the stables. He kicked the door shut and set her down on her feet. The redolent smells of leather and oil filled the confined space. Saddles, bridles, all the equipment an equestrian would require was set around the room in an organised fashion.

  “What are you about, Logan? I have work.”

  He leaned against the door. Every line in his body hinted at nonchalance, but the predatory gleam in his eyes gave away his less than chaste intentions.

  “Our parting this morning was lacking.”

  She cocked her head to the side. “I’d have thought you’d got enough of me last night.”

  “Oh, now that’s where you’d be wrong.” He pushed off the door and took a slow deliberate step in her direction.

  Molly laughed and skipped out of his reach. If she could lure him away from the door, she could double back and make her escape. “That’s all well and good, Logan, but while we can indulge in a bit of slap and tickle under the cover of darkness, it’d be risky to indulge in a quick romp now.” Logan lunged for her but she evaded him and slipped between the single pole saddle racks.

  His mouth twisted with satisfaction. Molly realised he’d herded her in the direction he wanted her to go.

  “Who said anything about quick? I intend to take my time.” He vaulted over the barrier and hauled her into his arms.

  Logan nipped her earlobe, cupped her bottom with his big hands, and squeezed. Molly relaxed when he ground the swollen protuberance of his cock against her mound. Well, maybe she could spare some time.

  With his lips pressed onto the skin just below her ear, he murmured, “The door is locked, we won’t be disturbed.” He fumbled with her full skirts and bundled them up around her waist. “You won’t be missed for a couple of hours with your mistress off riding the downs.”

  “Two hours.” By her calculation, and to speed things along Molly loosened the tie at her waist, wiggled her hips. She sent Logan a sultry smile when her drawers slithered down her legs. When the garment pooled around her ankles, she kicked them out of the way, braced back on the saddle and parted her legs.

  “Molly, you are a delight. Never have I met a woman so honest about her desires.” He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, teasing and seductive.

  The greed with which he took her mouth kicked up her arousal several notches. Nothing like a man panting to take you to set your blood on fire. Molly wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck, and sighed when Logan slipped his hand between her thighs.

  Already her body had started to prepare itself for his. Logan sank two fingers into her with ease, oiled by the fluids she secreted. He glided them over her tissues, and she shuddered with each stroke. Molly knew she needed him inside her to quench the thirst he’d built in her.

  She craved a thorough fucking, a big cock delving into her depths, driven by the power of a man’s body. The sound of her lover’s pants, his sweat-dampened body sliding over her skin, and the sweet pain when he gripped her at the height of his passion.

  “Enough of this. Put on one of those sheaths and douse this inferno you’ve created in me.” She unbuttoned his breeches, shoved down his flannel underwear, and his shaft fell into her hand. The veins stood out under the taut skin of his rigid cock. The tip, ruddy and damp, dripped with pre-cum. Unable to deny herself, she sank down to her knees and gave the crown a few laps. She dipped her tongue into the slit, and purred when Logan groaned.

  “Shite, I left them in Graeme’s cottage.” He hauled her up and perched her on one of the saddles. “I’ll pleasure you with my mouth.”

  She writhed as if her skin was on fire. Molly wound her legs around his hips, and forced his member to slip over her hardened clit.

  “It’s not what I need now. I don’t want to be licked. Your tongue can’t reach far enough inside me to slake what I fancy right now.”

  At the fervency in her voice, he considered. “Mol, I’m going to give you what you need.”

  She nodded, tossing all caution aside.

  He spun her around, laid her over a saddle on her belly. He pressed the rotund knob of his cock against her entrance and he drove his manhood into her. Molly felt the tendons in her channel constrict to hold him fast within her snug depths.

  Molly let out a throaty mewl as Logan began to pull out. “No, please, stay still for a moment.” He rested in her, filling her to bring her to the brink of coming. Then the wonderful, wicked man caught her clit and rolled it between his fingertips.

  Frantic, she pleaded, “Work your staff within me.” Bouncing on her toes, Molly did her best to facilitate his inward thrusts by pushing her hips back to meet his pelvis. She contracted the muscles deep around his cock to extend the ecstasy. Logan built up to swift strokes. The sound of his body smacking against her ass echoed through the room.

  He pushed her up to a higher plane of bliss and brought her to a jarring climax. The first was soon followed by another convulsive release brought on by his fingers on her bud.

  His laboured breath fanned over her cheek. “Molly, I’ve got to come.” Logan played with her clit and the wings of her labia. He gathered her juices, eased back, and coated her rose-hole. Molly clenched her sphincter.

  “Have you ever taken a man here?”

  “Once, but I didn’t like it much.” She tried to relax, but the memory of the discomfort made her a little skittish. The gentle flexing of his hips and the rubbing of her clit prevented her from tensing up.

  He pushed a finger into her anus up to the first knuckle and swirled a digit over the damp membranes, stirring to life dormant sensations. “Do you trust me not to hurt you?”

  Molly nodded. Logan eased out of her pussy, removed his finger,
and set the bulb of his cock at her rear entrance. With a wiggle and a push, he eased the knob past the firm ring of muscles. He stood still until the slight sting faded and she pushed her hips back at him. Logan gripped her haunches and embedded himself to the hilt while he rammed two fingers inside her pussy.

  Never in her life had Molly ever felt so wicked and wanton, but she wanted it all.

  “More,” she croaked.

  Giving in to her demands, he slewed his fingers and cock back and forth into both her passages.

  The lower half of her body turned into a mass of sensation. She couldn’t identify where most of the ecstasy originated. Her release blazed through her. She came, and screamed. Logan bellowed and shuddered, signalling his release.

  Molly twitched as she floated back down to earth.

  “I do so like how you say good morning,” Molly whispered, languid and satiated.

  “It’s the only way to do it proper.” Logan chuckled, pressed his torso on her lax back and brushed his lips over her cheek.

  Molly wiggled her hips and felt the rod in her ass harden.

  Chapter Seven

  Molly stepped back from the trio of gowns she’d spread out on Annabelle’s bed. She’d instructed the modiste to cut the bodice half an inch lower than was fashionable to show a hint of cleavage, the hem a smidgen higher than was proper to show glimpses of Annabelle’s trim ankles.

  Priscilla barged in and swept the chamber with her eyes before she pinned Molly with an icy, dissatisfied glower. It seemed since her quarry had evaded her, Molly would be the recipient of her venom.

  “Where’s Annabelle?” The bite in her intonation didn’t augur well for Molly’s plans. If Priscilla picked at her stepdaughter, the girl would baulk. It’d make Molly’s plan to ease her into the earl’s arms and bed that much harder.

  “She’s out riding with the earl, ma’am”