His lips twitched. “It seems we’ll be having this intimate discussion with your guardian dragon in attendance. Much as I find your proposal intriguing, I think we both want more than that from our union. I should also tell you I won’t countenance a cold woman in my bed or a countess who gads about London.”
“Cold? You didn’t think I was cold when you kissed me and fondled my—” Annabelle retorted before she caught herself and clamped her mouth.
“No, I didn’t.” His lips curved into a smile, warm, enticing and a bit predatory as he stared at Molly’s mistress. “I have no intention of letting Haversham put his hands on you.” He stalked over to the girl staring up at him with open adoration and brushed his fingers over Annabelle’s flushed cheek.
“You don’t?” Annabelle launched herself into the earl’s arms.
Molly shook her head. The girl knew nothing about restraint, but she was the earl’s problem now. “I’ll be back for you in a few hours.”
“I’ll escort her back to her rooms,” the lord murmured, his attention fixed on the woman in his arms.
“Yes, sir.” Molly nipped out of the door. She had a rendezvous of her own to keep.
Chapter Ten
Night-time in the English countryside was almost pitch black without any moonlight. Molly increased her pace to avoid stumbling across anything that might jump, hop or slither over her feet. She sighed with relief when she saw light shining through the lone glass window of Graeme’s cottage.
Graeme and Logan looked up as she entered the room. And what a handsome sight they were. A grin spread across Graeme’s face, her welcome assured. “We’d just about given up any hope of you showing.” He rose and stalked across the room and took her hands in his. “You’re chilled.”
“It’s nippy outside and I didn’t have a shawl with me.”
“This should warm you.” Logan joined them and offered her a pewter mug.
She lifted a brow. “More wine from his lordship’s cellar?”
“Now, lass, it’s just a bit of local ale.”
She sipped and savoured the nutty brew. It was stronger than she’d expected. Molly coughed when it tickled her throat and warmed her belly.
She handed Logan the mug and undid the first button on her bodice. “An hour or two at most is all I can chance. My mistress is with your master. He’s probably having his way with her, not that she is resistant, but it wouldn’t do for his valet to find her in his bed.”
“Hobbs is a master of discretion.” Logan placed his mouth on the spot she’d bared. Every muscle in her body tightened in anticipation.
Molly reached up and cradled the back of Logan’s head. “Are you going to waste time with talk or are you going to do your worst? Or should I say give me your best?”
“We’d better pack as many new experiences as we can into the time we have,” Graeme murmured.
“New? We’ve done every wicked thing we could think of the last time I was here.”
“Oh, I believe we can come up with one or two things we haven’t done,” Logan drawled as he scooped her up and carried her into the dim bedroom.
He set her down and both men took their time undressing Molly. They caressed her to tease and arouse. By the time Logan and Graeme had liberated her from her clothing, Molly was panting like a thirsty puppy.
Wearing nothing but her hose, garters and shoes, Molly trailed her fingertips over the pronounced bulges between their thighs. “I feel a bit underdressed. It hardly seems fair with me standing here wearing nothing but a blush.”
Lusty glitters heated Graeme’s and Logan’s eyes and the tempo of their breathing increased. Satisfaction, the kind a woman felt when she knew her lover—or in this case lovers—wanted her above all else, filled Molly.
“All in good time.” Logan’s hoarse murmur laid bare the depth of his arousal. He picked her up and dropped her on the centre of the bed. “But first we have to get you ready for what we have in mind.”
“I won’t need much preparation. I’m already wet.” Molly parted her legs and threaded her finger through the moisture-laden down clinging to her nether lips.
Her hand was brushed out of the way and her lovers slipped their fingers into her damp cleft. Molly had no idea how many, she’d lost the ability to count. They fondled her pearl, teased her fleshy labia, and slid their fingers into her tight depths. It felt like heaven but it was torturous at the same time. Each stroke pushed her to the edge but didn’t send her into the sweet abyss of an orgasm.
Molly palmed her full breasts and tweaked her nipples until they elongated. The hard nubs stood out like a pair of marzipan cherries on mounds of quivering blancmange.
Logan pulled his shirt over his head and shucked off his breeches. Long and lean, he towered over Molly. His cock sprang from the thick patch of ebony hair on his groin. It bobbed in the air, promising her a sweet ride.
Graeme shed his clothes, his movements uncoordinated in his haste. His cock, weighed down by its sheer bulk, hung at half-mast between his muscular thighs.
The contrast between the men’s physiques fired Molly’s imagination and filled her head with titillating scenarios. Two cocks, hers to do with as she pleased. If Molly had her way, she’d be cock-stuffed in a moment, one in her mouth to suck on and the other in her cunny. With any luck, she’d stay that way until she slipped away in the morning.
In unison, her companions knelt on the bed, leaned over Molly, and each took hold of a breast. Both men captured one of the nipples she was pinching between her thumbs and forefingers with their mouths. She relinquished them to their ministrations. Warm heat surrounded her taut flesh. With hungry tugs, bites and licks over the aching crests the wicked duo stirred her up something fierce.
Their actions incited Molly to want to pay them back in kind. After all, they weren’t the only ones who could drive a lover to distraction.
She grasped their rigid flesh. Hands full, she slid her palms up and down their erections until the sound of their groans reverberated through her swollen breasts. She quaked, and heaved up, pushing her breasts and crotch harder against their mouths and agile fingers.
To madden them further, she grazed the pads of her thumbs over the damp knobby crowns of their cocks. When she released their shafts, Molly ignored the grunts of protest, which turned to moans when she cradled their balls, and dandled them as if she weighed the sacs. She palpated the sweet spot beyond the heavy jism-filled spheres.
Blunt-tipped fingers twisted to reach high up into her, but Molly didn’t know whose they were and she didn’t care. All that mattered was the pleasure swamping her senses. She gained some release in small explosive bursts, building a bigger orgasm that would bring her to the fullness of true satisfaction.
Graeme reared back, which pulled his fingers from her saturated pussy. It left Molly floundering, even though Logan fondled her clit.
He sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ll spill my seed like a green boy in a second.”
Molly pushed up on her elbows and smirked at him. Like a maypole, Graeme’s engorged rod stood upright, turgid and unyielding.
“I can take care of that for you if you’ll crawl up here between my legs,” Molly offered, and shifted her limbs to make room to accommodate his body.
Graeme slid his hand up her calf. “Nothing I’d like better but we’ll leave Logan hanging.” He dropped his gaze to Logan’s equally aggressive erection.
“Do you trust us, Molly?”
Cautioned by the odd question, Molly licked her lips. She did, considering the shortness of their acquaintanceship.
Molly noted the look of hungry expectancy on their faces. “I do, but why do you ask?”
“We’d like to take you at the same time.”
She set her foot on his cock and slid the sole of it over his shaft to show her acquiescence to anything he suggested. Happenstance had brought her attentive and imaginative cocks-men. “My tongue and pussy are at your disposal.” She tugged at Logan’s manhood so she could tak
e him into her mouth, but he didn’t move as she’d expected.
Logan aligned his body to Molly’s and wrapped his arms around her. “No, love, together. Graeme will thrust into your quim and I’ll sink into your hole.”
She’d heard of such an act but wasn’t so jaded that she’d experienced two men taking her at once. Before Logan, she’d found anal sex uncomfortable and not in the least bit pleasurable.
Two at once. Molly licked her lips. They’d been gentle and caring. “Won’t it hurt?”
“We want to do nothing but pleasure you, pet. If you have any discomfort, we’ll desist.” Graeme winked at her, grasped her ankles, and drew her to the edge of the bed. He took hold of her waist, swung her over to have her straddle his hips to face him with her legs on the bed on either side of his pelvis.
Cool air wafted over the moist dew-coated tissues in her cleft and fanned over the sensitive membranes in her anus. She trembled with wary anticipation.
Graeme pressed his cock into the nest of hair on her plump mons. With her folds agape, her bud slid down the length as he lowered her onto his lap. Molly gasped and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. The ravenous kiss took her by storm. There was nothing sweet about it, it was a ravishment. He suckled on the tip of her tongue, nipped and laved, demanding surrender. Molly wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts to his chest.
He tightened his grip on her waist, dropped back, taking her down with him. Graeme’s manhood pulsed on the soft cushion of her belly. Molly jolted when Logan gripped her hips, and she clenched her sphincter.
“Easy, love,” Logan murmured. He rubbed the swollen head of his cock over the length of her slit. Her legs trembled like a racehorse at the gate on the cusp of an event.
She let out a husky mewl against Graeme’s mouth when Logan rammed himself into her hot depths in one sure thrust. Molly jerked and tried to rear up but Graeme held her fast. The glide and flow of his thrusts over the satiny flesh made her wet, which eased his way.
Molly pushed back and worked her channel, the piston plunging in and out of her. The sounds and smell of sex filled the small room. She heard the muted thuds of his body slapping against hers and inhaled the musky fragrances she emitted, mingled with the masculine scent of her lovers’ bodies, and her pussy constricted Logan’s member.
Soon, she’d come soon. As the thought left her head Logan pulled out of her. Graeme sat up, lifted her, set his shaft to her sheath which Logan had just abandoned, and forced her down on his straining sex to impale her to the quick. Her pussy’s lips clamped around him. The contrast between their cocks was not that great. Logan was longer, but Graeme’s bulkiness stretched and filled her even more. One day, she’d take measurements when they weren’t so heated.
“Ride me, Molly,” Graeme commanded. Molly used her legs to lever her up and down the length of the meaty spike.
“Ahhh darling, you’re almost there, aren’t you.” Face grim, caught up in the throes of ecstasy, Graeme eased back.
Logan gripped her by the back of the neck to hold her still. He pushed her upper body forward, gathered lubricant from the point where she and Graeme joined. The brush of Logan’s fingers sent a series of violent shudders through the both of them.
She flinched and tensed at the first intrusive nudge against the ring of her nether muscles. She felt a pinch and a sting under the pressure Logan applied before the snug ring of sinew gave way. Logan paused, his breath harsh and harried against her back. Graeme petted her pearl until she relaxed.
In short, slow increments Logan pushed forward to widen her to accept him. The faint prickle of his pubic hair against her buttocks gave her an additional level of sensation.
A faint sheen of sweat sprang up on her skin. Her men waited and fondled her—Logan her breasts and Graeme the snug flesh wrapped around his member.
They stirred her up and the tightness where her companions were planted deep inside changed from unfamiliarity to a welcome fullness. She gave a slight wiggle of her hips. They took it as a signal, and rocked their hips.
With subtle movements, they delved deeper and withdrew. Gradually she began to ride them of her own volition and bliss crept through her like a fever. She moved with restless impatience. Molly needed more, and she knew what she wanted. Deeper, faster, harder thrusts, bracing her hands on Graeme’s shoulder, her knees on the bed. She eased back and forth, impaling herself on the dual shafts.
With the tempo of their loving set, their happy threesome moved in an easy synchronicity, submersed in each other. Sweaty slaps of flesh against flesh joined the grunts and moans they released.
At the culmination, frenzied paroxysms overtook them. The men slammed her between their bodies. Her orgasm hit her and she screamed, racked by a blinding ecstasy.
Slumped down on Graeme’s heaving torso, she murmured, “I am going to miss this, the two of you, when I go.”
“Go where? The earl is fixed on the young miss. You’ll be staying,” Logan stated with a great deal of satisfaction in his voice.
Covering her mouth to stifle a yawn, Molly murmured, “After the wedding, I am off to seek my fortune. I’ve had my fill of being in service.”
Graeme’s chest rumbled under her ear. “We make a good living here. I think we will have to do our best to change your mind.”
“Well, you are welcome to try,” Molly invited. She’d let them try as much and as often as they wanted.
Epilogue
Molly raced down the corridor towards the earl’s bedchamber much later than she’d intended. When she heard the wall-rattling shriek, she knew all hell was about to break loose. Molly rounded the corner to see the earl’s bedroom door ajar. She peeked in to see Priscilla with a handkerchief pressed to her lips. The estate was saved, the earl had nabbed himself an heiress.
Annabelle sat up in bed with the sheet clutched to her breasts. There were marks on her neck, her lips were bruised and swollen, and there was a sleepy, satisfied, well-fucked look on her face. Annabelle grinned at her apoplectic stepmother.
“You’ll be pleased to know I’ve given his lordship my hand in marriage.”
“It’s not only your hand you’ve given him, you tart.”
Molly let out a small, laughing snort, and Priscilla swung round to shoot her a baleful glare.
“You! This is all your fault. Pack your traps and get out,” the red-faced Priscilla screeched.
“No need to send me on my way, ma’am. With Miss Annabelle settled, I’m free to go. I’m heading to San Francisco to make my fortune.” Nothing gave her more satisfaction than to see the impotent rage on her nemesis’s face.
“Molly, you can’t leave me yet. We have my trousseau to assemble. Gideon has promised to take me to Paris for our wedding trip.” A wicked glimmer gleamed in Annabelle’s eyes. “I couldn’t possibly go without you.”
“Well, until after your honeymoon, miss.” She could think of two reasons to make her stay worth her time. It’d be no hard task to linger a while. She’d see to it that the newly minted countess secured an appointment with Charles Worth, the couturier to the nobility. It seemed her lovers would have more time to persuade her to tarry a little longer.
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Three’s A Cruise
Becca Jameson
Excerpt
Chapter One
“I’m so glad we did this,” Haley shouted over the roar of the bar music. She glanced around at the Miami crowd. The dimly lit place was packed with an eclectic variety of Friday-night patrons. Everyone from the suits who came straight from work to young girls in denim miniskirts and tight crop tops filled the dance floor and squeezed around each other, vying for a table.
“Did what, hon?” Jordan smiled at her, a wry grin on his face. “Went out for a drink?” He chuckled. “Baby, if that’s all it takes to make you happy, we can go out every night.”
Haley glared at him, but all in fun. “Ha ha. Arrived at the port a night early, doofus.” She swa
tted her boyfriend playfully on the arm. “I feel so much more relaxed knowing we are already here so we can’t miss the ship in the morning.”
“You’re right.” Jordan took her in his arms and kissed her soundly on the lips. “As usual. I would never doubt you. Now, do you want to dance…or just stand here?” He nibbled a path to her ear. How could she refuse that?
“Let’s do it.” Haley nodded towards the floor, grabbed Jordan’s hand, and headed that way. She squeezed into the throng of dancers and shook her hair back, peeling a few strawberry blonde strands from her cheek.
After several songs, Jordan leaned in to speak to her. “Gonna hit the men’s room. I’ll be right back.”
“’K.” With so many people bouncing around the floor to the popular pop hits, it didn’t really matter who was with whom.
Haley lifted her arms in the air, shimmied to the beat, and let her eyes close partway. All she wanted right that minute was to relax and begin to enjoy their vacation.
One week. Seven nights and seven days out on the open water. No responsibilities. No work phone calls. Just endless stretches of deep blue water and white-capped waves. The idea was so luxurious, she smiled to herself.
“Hey, gorgeous. Mind if I join you?” The deep gravelly voice dragged Haley from her personal reverie. She opened her eyes wider to peek at the owner of the voice.
Dark brown eyes peered down at her from very close to her face. The owner of that delightful chocolate gaze was a tall man with wavy brown hair and suntanned skin. His mouth was lifted at one corner in a half smile and his eyebrows rose in question.
He was sex on a stick. Haley licked her lips and nodded. “Sure.” She squeezed a few inches to one side to make room for the muscular hunk and resumed her dance moves.
Haley knew she was fit and attractive. First of all, Jordan told her so daily, and second of all, this wasn’t the first time she’d been hit on in a bar. She didn’t mind, especially when the stud doing the hitting was as sexy as this guy.
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