She winked at Lilly, “Anyone can have sex in the bedroom. I prefer other rooms of the house.”
Lilly walked in slowly with Greyson behind her. She gasped softly when she felt his hands on her waist and his warm breath on her neck.
“Are you okay so far?” he whispered.
“Yes, I think so. She seems very nice.”
“I’m glad you think so. She’s a dear friend.”
With Greyson pressed up behind her, Lilly could no longer ignore the erection straining at the fly of his handmade grey suit. She pushed backwards against him, eliciting a low rumble from his throat as his hands roamed over her hips and thighs. Victoria smiled at both of them, and approached Lilly cautiously. She did not want to scare the younger woman, but she was just as entranced by her unassuming beauty and the island lilt in her voice as Greyson was.
As Victoria pressed her lips to Lilly’s, Lilly closed her eyes and felt the two bodies surrounding hers. Victoria against her front felt soft and inviting, Greyson behind her felt urgent and needing. She liked the feel of each, and more importantly, she liked the feel of both.
Greyson watched as Lilly responded to Victoria’s kiss and felt his cock twitch as Lilly returned the kiss. His hands slid around her waist and over her hips. He pushed forward ever so slightly, until Lilly found herself moving between the other two towards a large couch against the wall. Victoria sat down, pulling Lilly with her until Lilly was straddling Victoria’s lap. The slit in her dress allowed the skirt to ride up her leg until her panties were nearly exposed.
Lilly felt the couch sink as Greyson sat down beside the two women. Victoria’s hand felt silky soft as it ghosted against her leg and she let out a small sigh as she wrapped her arms around Victoria’s neck and kissed her deeper. Victoria’s nimble fingers slid the spaghetti straps off Lilly’s shoulders and let the dress slide down, revealing her large rounded breasts and creamy coffee-colored skin.
As Victoria’s tongue teased her nipples into taut peaks, her hands worked the dress the rest of the way down her body until it was pooled on the floor at their feet. Lilly was amazed at how different a woman’s touch was than a man’s. She had wondered in the past, but never thought it would be that different. It was soft and silky and urging instead of bristly and rough and demanding. She felt like Victoria was asking her body questions instead of telling it what to do.
Victoria’s delicate fingers slipped inside Lilly’s black silk panties, and Lilly gasped as she felt the fingers invade her body. Victoria knew exactly what she was doing, and found places inside Lilly that she did not know she had. Within moments, she was gasping and moaning against Victoria’s neck as she soaked the nudging fingers with her orgasm. She collapsed forward against Victoria’s body and tried to catch her breath.
Greyson ran his fingertips over her exposed back, sending ripples and goosebumps down her skin. She could hear the two of them kissing and gyrated her hips against Victoria’s lap in a halfhearted effort to participate.
Still in her daze, Lilly felt both of them shifting around on the couch until she was sandwiched in between them, lying on top of Victoria and Greyson was behind her. She heard Victoria moan and felt her arch up against her and felt Greyson’s body shift behind her. She realized that she was between them as Greyson entered Victoria. The writhing blonde woman kissed Lilly passionately, letting her tongue mimic the motions of Greyson’s thick cock inside her. She felt both bodies tense around her and then with one final thrust, Greyson grunted and released his pent up need inside Victoria’s willing body as she dug her nails into Lilly’s back with her own release. The three of them lay there panting, letting the scent of their sex fill the air of the room until it seemed to seep into every inch of their skin.
Chapter Nine
After Victoria let Greyson and Lilly use the attached bathroom to dress and tidy themselves, she kissed them both goodbye. She meant it when she said she hoped to see them soon.
On the way home, Greyson was nervous at Lilly’s silence. He did not want to push her but he had to know what she thought of the club and the experience and Victoria.
“Well? I’m afraid to ask, but what did you think?”
Lilly smoothed out imaginary wrinkles in her silk dress and pondered her words very carefully.
“It was an interesting experience.”
“Interesting how? I mean, that’s rather vague.”
She laughed, “The big man finally gets nervous, hmm?”
He chuckled in return, “Yeah, I suppose so. I don’t want to scare you off. Victoria is special to me and so is the club. But I want to build a life with you. The ring was not just for show. So we have to work this out between us.”
Lilly stared out the window as the scenery flew by in a blur.
“I’m afraid I liked it.”
“Why are you afraid?”
“I’m worried that I liked it too much. That I liked her too much.”
“Ah. Well, she is a special woman. Just like you.”
“Greyson, I would never make you choose. But in fact, I’m not sure I can. I really liked her.”
“Oh. Liked her.”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. I guess I wasn’t expecting that. I more expected you to run into the alley and disappear.”
Her burst of laughter surprised him. “Run away? I’m not the type.”
“I know, but that was, well, a whole new experience for almost anyone.”
“Can we see her again?”
“But of course. I think she would really like that too.”
“Does it always have to be at the club?”
“Well, that’s up to us. Sometimes people meet outside of the club if all parties are interested. It’s just that the club provides a certain measure of separation and understanding. Outside the club, there are no rules.”
“None at all?”
“Only the ones we set.”
“Can you get in touch with her?”
“Phone numbers are rarely exchanged, but yes, I have hers.”
“Can we have her over for dinner next week? I mean, I want to talk to you about something first, but can you invite her?”
“Certainly. And we can talk about whatever you want, whenever you want to.”
“Not while you’re driving.”
He laughed, “Fair enough. Tomorrow?”
“How about when we get home?”
“Oh, that urgent, hmm? Of course.”
They drove the rest of the miles in a comfortable but slightly nervous silence. Once they got home, Greyson escorted her politely out to the back porch and wrapped his suit jacket around her shoulders to ward off the coolness of the desert night.
“Greyson?” she asked hesitantly.
He sat down in one of the chairs and pulled her onto his lap. This time, she sunk in against his chest and rested her head on his shoulder comfortably.
“What is it?” he replied softly.
“Can she be a part of our family?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Well… we’re not traditional, you and me. So can she be part of our non-traditional family?”
“Really?”
“Yes. I think I could like having another woman in the house and I really liked her.”
“I think I could be convinced, and I actually think she could be as well. Ms. March might be a different story, but I will deal with that.”
Lilly laughed boisterously, “You think she hates us now. Just wait! I’d love to see the look on her face when you tell her.”
Greyson laughed and wrapped his arms around her to hold her close.
“Lilly?” he whispered, “I think we’re going to work out just fine.”
Much to Lilly’s surprise, Victoria readily accepted their offer. Ms. March ended up tendering her resignation but they would find another housekeeper who was more amenable to their lifestyle. Victoria was thrilled with her ring, it almost matched Lilly’s but instead of emeralds it had sapphires to match her eyes.
Greyson realized that he had had feelings for Victoria for a long time, but had been so gun shy about commitment with someone who knew who he was, that he had overlooked any possibilities.
The arrangements worked out very well indeed. Within the first year, Greyson had remodeled the entire second floor of the house. He designed it with two master suites and a private room in between. He used the private room on his “nights off” and for the closet space. And each woman had her own master suite decorated to her personal taste.
Since Greyson still had a business and a ranch to run, the two women developed quite the intimate friendship and managed to keep each other smiling and entertained in his absences.
One evening, in between business trips, Greyson took up his favorite chair on the back porch and let Daisy crawl up into his lap for long-awaited love.
“You know Daisy, you’re still my first love.” He grinned down at the loving face in front of him.
Lilly and Victoria laughed from behind him, “Oh really? Is that so? We may have something to change your mind.”
Daisy gave them a glare but did not leave his lap.
“Change my mind? What on earth did the two of you have in mind?”
“Do you remember that evening a few months ago, before you left to spend the month in New York?” Lilly teased him playfully.
He grinned and felt his groin tighten with the memory. “Yes, very well. Why?”
“Well, you gave us a souvenir before you left.” Victoria chimed in with the taunting.
“A souvenir? Before I left?” Greyson was completely confused by the two women in his life, and Daisy was no help in sorting out their little inside joke.
“How would you feel about being a father?”
Greyson’s deep brown eyes widened. “Seriously? I’m going to be a dad? Which one?”
His cocoa queen and his blonde bombshell looked at each other, and broke into gales of giggles.
“Both of us.”
THE END
The Cowboy Billionaire’s Mail Order Bride
Chapter one
“I know that this is a terrible time for you, Emma but I think you’re doing the right thing. Getting on that boat and getting some distance is exactly what you need to find a little closure. There are too many memories here. You can’t blame yourself, it wasn’t your fault. It could’ve happened to anyone.” My mother Edith was going to miss me, but I felt like this was my only option. There was no other way. I was used to a certain style of living and I wasn’t going to find it by staying here.
My world had crumbled down around me and it had happened, so suddenly that it was almost like a bad dream.
I woke to the sound of coughing and I saw that my husband Jasper was now on the floor gasping for air. The flames were billowing all around and I could barely see anything through the acrid smoke that was now burning my lungs. I had a choice to make and if I had to do it all over again, I would have.
I left my husband, hoping that I would get back in time to save him, but my main concern was my little daughter Laura. I found the door hot, scorching and burning my fingers, but I did not let that deter me. I pulled it open with the whoosh of the flame throwing me back at least 5 feet. I landed heavily, but I scrambled to my feet and moved cautiously with my head down. I grabbed a shirt near the door and placed it over my mouth.
“Emma, you have to know that you did everything you could. Nobody blames you. If you blame yourself, then you have to learn to forgive. You might not think that you can and you might not think that you deserve it, but you do.”
I had on my nightshirt and I stumbled over the end of it a couple of times, but I managed to stay on my feet. I was losing consciousness, but I could see my final destination ahead. Her door was slightly ajar and I felt this sort of calm come over me like I had never felt before.
“This is the right time to get away. I’m not sure if I agree with what you’re doing, but this is not my decision. You’ve been through a traumatic time and you have to do what you need to do to heal. Your father would’ve been here, but you know how he is with goodbyes. He knows that you won’t be back for some time and I guess he feels like you’re abandoning the family. I’m sorry that you had to go through this, but I think that you’ll come out of it stronger than ever.” She was my rock during this time, but even her love and my father’s caring arms could not take away the pain that I was feeling.
I got into my daughter’s room and I knew immediately upon seeing her on the bed that she was gone. I tried to reach for her, but the flames were too high and then my only hope vanished, as the entire ceiling came down. I was barely able to move away from the carnage. I thought that this was god’s way of punishing me for not being, as religious as I should’ve been. I’d stepped away from the catholic lifestyle and maybe I did get caught up in material things.
“The boat will be here soon. I just hope that you know what you’re doing. I know that we’ve gone over this a million times, but I still think that maybe you’re making a rash decision. The American west in 1860 is not a nice place for strangers from a strange land.” I could see that the white hair on her head was due to the first few years of dealing with a precocious child like me.
I made it back to the bedroom, but once again I was too late. He was lying there, but he did not die of smoke inhalation. What took him was the fire that had now consumed him. I don’t know why I didn’t hear him scream, but maybe it was for the best. That image alone would haunt me for the rest of my life, no matter if I found happiness or not. It wasn’t like I could go back and even if I could, I’m not sure that I would’ve made any decisions differently. My life would always be with my child and I think in the end any mother would agree with my assessment.
“You really did scare us, Emma. I know that you said that you didn’t mean to, but I’m still not sure if I believe you. Emma, if you really did stay in there and want to die, then I’m glad that they didn’t allow you to do that. Those people were a godsend. They came to your rescue and I only wished that they could have done the same thing for Jasper and Laura. Unfortunately, it was their time and god wanted them back at his hand. We may not understand it, but god does work in mysterious ways.”
I felt the hands of someone pulling me from the house and I struggled to stop them. I wanted to die. It wasn’t like I had anything left to live for. My husband was dead, my child was dead and everything that I had was gone. In the blink of an eye a raging fire destroyed my heart and broke it into pieces that I wouldn’t be able to put back together again.
They found me with the bible clutched in my hands, burned into the fabric of the leather bound volume. I don’t even know how I got my hands on it. It was in the dresser. I don’t remember reaching in, but I must’ve at some point.
Standing here with my mother and watching the boat in the distance get closer; I know that this is the best for everyone. My mother and father may not say so, but they were getting a little sick and tired of hearing me mope and moan. It had been almost a month. Even after the fire, it didn’t end there. Bills began to pile up and my parents tried to help out, but it became an effort in futility. Jasper was the bread winner of the family and he wasn’t around anymore.
“Mother, I appreciate everything that you and father have done. I just don’t have anything left here. I wasn’t sure about my decision to become a mail order bride, but Lucas is a good man. He needs help in dealing with his niece. I’m sure that there’s going to be an adjustment, but at least I won’t have the constant painful reminders all around me.” I moved my hands through my long chestnut hair. It was pulled back into a bun and I looked more matronly than I wanted to.
“Emma, you do what you have to do, but remember you still have family back here in England.” I was the younger version of my mother. We were the same height at 5 foot 10, 120 pounds and the kind of figure that was making every guy look at us at this very moment. They probably thought that they were being subtle, but their leering gaze was not lost o
n either one of us. My mother might have been older, but she still had the body of a 20 year old. There were even times that people had mistaken us for sisters.
“I know that you’re here and you don’t know how important family is to me. I think I proved that with trying to save mine. Do you know to this day that I really thought that I had a chance of saving both of them? How stupid is that? I actually thought that I could beat the blazing inferno that was hell bent on taking my life for a ride that I will never forget. I also forsake god, but then I realized that things happen for a reason. I still don’t know what this reason is, but I’m sure that eventually it will become clear.” The horn of the boat told everybody that it was time to embark on a new adventure. The American west was where I was going to go. Texas was where I was going to find my next home.
I could only hope that the land that my husband had would go to good owner. With the sale of the land, I was able to pay back the debts, but it left me very little in the coffers. Even the suitcase that I was carrying was not of my taste. I’d got it from a used store of all places. I will admit that it was functional, but ugly as sin.
I stepped up to the gangplank. I looked back at my mother, who was standing there with a tear in her eye. I was tempted to just stay and weather the storm of my grief. I made a deep sigh, turned around and I promised myself that I would not turn back for anything. This was my destiny. Even though fate was fickle, I still had to abide by the cards that were dealt to me.
I had no money for a stateroom. I had to slum and with the locals down into the bowels of the ship. It was humid and the room was only big enough for a bed. I sat down heavily, put my face into my hands and I wept openly for at least an hour. This was very new for me. I had never gone out of the city of England, let alone out of the country. I was sheltered, as a child that is until my father fell on hard times due to an injury. It was time to find a new life and I could only hope that Lucas would be as promised.
Chapter two
I was used to the best of everything, but now that I was a widow. I really didn’t have much to call my own. I stayed in my room most of the time and only ventured out into the boat to find something to eat from time to time. I felt completely isolated from the rest of the world. At that moment it was exactly what I needed to find some peace of mind.
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