The Sextet Presents… The Lady Takes a Pair [In Days of Olde] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Cheryl Brooks

  Will chuckled. “And I would prefer to demonstrate them.”

  Juliet opened her fan, fluttering it before her face. “Oh, my…”

  Nick wasn’t fooled. She was no simpering miss. Oh, no. Not their Juliet. She was a force to be reckoned with, as was his footman. “My dear William, I do believe we’ve created a monster.”

  “Ah, yes,” Will said with a nod. “But she is our monster.”

  Chapter Five

  The next morning brought with it a chilly drizzle, the brilliant sunshine of the previous day now nothing but a memory. Juliet sat waiting in the music room, allaying her anxiety on the keys of the pianoforte while Rotherford asked the earl for her hand. Now that she’d had a taste of freedom, the thought of returning to the virtual prison that her family home had become filled her with dread.

  What if her father refused?

  The idea that Rotherford might actually have to promise to vote in accordance with the earl’s wishes was distasteful in the extreme. No man should have to sacrifice his better judgment in order to marry the woman of his choice.

  Then again, perhaps men don’t always have a choice, either.

  She glanced up as William entered with a tea tray. “I thought perhaps you would like some refreshment, my lady.”

  With a grateful smile, she accepted the cup. “Bless you, Will.”

  His nearness was a tremendous comfort to her—which was fortunate since that was all he could provide at the moment. How would it feel to have him sitting there beside her, an arm draped around her shoulders?

  That will never happen.

  The risks were too great for such intimate behavior when they might be discovered at any moment—perhaps by another guest or, even worse, her mother.

  “How do you two manage it?” she asked, keeping her voice low. “Do you never forget yourselves in moments of distress or great joy?”

  “It becomes a habit after a while—or a careful performance to divert suspicion. We once rehearsed a scene where Nick took me to task for neglecting to iron his shirts properly.” He smiled fondly at the memory. “Sometimes it is more a shared jest than a charade.”

  “I can see where that might be amusing, but do you never grow tired of the sport?”

  He shook his head. “It makes our time alone together that much more precious.”

  Juliet returned his fond smile with one of chagrin. “If all goes well, you may never be alone together again. Does that disturb you?”

  “When you will be the one with us? Hardly.”

  Juliet sighed. “I hope you are right. Still, I cannot help thinking that we may be taking a step that will render three people acutely unhappy, rather than the usual two.” Perhaps it wasn’t the proper attitude to take when embarking upon marriage—a bride should be optimistic and hopeful, not troubled or anxious.

  I am being realistic.

  “My lady, you have nothing to fear. We can give you such pleasure. I will do—” Approaching footsteps stopped him in midsentence.

  Juliet gave him a sly wink. “Thank you for the tea, William. It was precisely what I needed.”

  His brief smirk filled her with excitement.

  So this is how it feels to be a coconspirator!

  They would be pulling the wool over the eyes of the world—the stuffy, pompous world of the ton. To be sure, she might tire of the game eventually, but at the moment, William was right. She found it positively delightful.

  Lady Spencer tottered in on the arm of her pompous nephew, Lord Brough. “My dear,” she said in the over-loud voice of one whose own hearing is less than acute, “could you play something bright and cheerful? This incessant rain has my rheumatism in a dreadful state.”

  “It would be my pleasure, Lady Spencer,” Juliet replied. “Pray, be seated.”

  “Is there anything I can do for you, my lady?” William asked the dowager, his manner one of concerned solicitude. “An herbal tisane, perhaps?”

  Settling herself in a soft chair with a grimace, Lady Spencer was nonetheless able to beam a warm smile at William. “Why, yes. That might be just the thing. So kind of you to offer it.”

  “I shall bring it directly.” William bowed and took his leave, winking at Juliet on his way out.

  He was scarcely beyond earshot when Lady Spencer remarked, “What a handsome footman Lord Rotherford has! Why are none of our footmen that attractive, Brough?”

  “Dunno,” Lord Brough said with a shrug. “Never gave it a thought.”

  Following an impatient wave in her nephew’s direction, the old lady drew her shawl more closely around her shoulders. “You wouldn’t, of course. Never a care for my druthers.”

  “B–but you never said a word about such a thing!” Lord Brough sputtered. “How the devil was I to know?”

  Lady Spencer sniffed. “You might have asked.”

  Lord Brough continued to disclaim until shushed by his aunt, then sat muttering imprecations under his breath—none of which the dowager could possibly have heard.

  Ducking her head to hide her smile, Juliet began to play.

  Oh, yes, this is going to be quite enjoyable, indeed.

  * * * *

  The rapidity with which Clarenhurst accepted his offer took Rotherford by surprise. The earl hadn’t bothered to question whether becoming his son-in-law would influence the viscount’s vote—although he would be a fool to assume that it did. Rotherford had no intention of allowing anything to sway him. However, if the earl wished to believe it, Nick wasn’t about to disabuse him of the notion—at least, not until after the wedding.

  He arrived at the music room to find Juliet seated at the pianoforte playing a lively tune for a snoring Lord Brough and his elderly aunt, who listened with a hand cupped to her ear. He waited until the piece was finished, then applauded her performance along with a beaming Lady Spencer. Brough’s snoring continued without interruption.

  “You play quite well, my dear.” Turning, he bowed to the dowager. “I’m afraid I must steal this young lady from you for a bit.” He offered Juliet his arm. “Since the weather is so inclement, may I suggest we take a turn in the portrait gallery?”

  Juliet rose from the bench, placing her hand on his sleeve. Covering her fingers with his own, he was surprised to find them cold and trembling. She darted a questioning look at his face, to which he replied with a barely perceptible nod. A soft sigh escaped her, and her shivers ceased. Rotherford vowed never to give her any reason to feel such apprehension again.

  As they passed down the hall, he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “No need for you to worry, my dear. Your father seemed quite amenable to my offer. I might even go so far as to say he was pleased.”

  She hung her head. “He must truly wish to be rid of me.”

  Rotherford could detect no sadness in her tone. However, a sidelong glance noted her furrowed brow. “Come now, Juliet, chin up. You are about to become mistress of this house, and I assure you William and I will cherish you as you should be cherished.”

  Although Nick suspected that Juliet had never known what it meant to be cherished, this lack didn’t appear to be first and foremost in her mind.

  She gave her head a rueful wag. “I fear I am ill-prepared for such a task, my lord. You will have to teach me the ways of your home.”

  “I promise you I shall take great pleasure in introducing you to all manner of new—and utterly delightful—experiences.”

  The suggestive nature of his statement drew a smile from her. “Oddly enough, that isn’t the cause of my concern. I fear my father will attempt to bully you once we are married.”

  Rotherford couldn’t help but laugh. “I have never been bullied in my life, and I refuse to allow it now.”

  Leaning closer, she rested her head against his shoulder. “I am very pleased to hear it.”

  As they strolled onward, he realized how much he enjoyed walking with her. He’d seldom had the pleasure of being with a woman who wasn’t constantly trying to dazzle him with her wit and cha
rm, but was content to walk with him in companionable silence.

  He caught sight of his footman’s light blue livery ahead. “Ah, there you are, William! I’d hoped you would join us.”

  William snickered in a most unfootmanly manner from his post by the gallery door. “I am only doing as I was instructed, my lord.”

  Nick rolled his eyes. “I make a simple request, and you insist on turning it into a stern directive.” He shifted his gaze to Juliet. “Perhaps I’ll leave it to you to order him about from now on. Being dictatorial simply isn’t my style.”

  Will responded with a wicked flick of his brow. “So, may I be the first to congratulate you?”

  “You may,” Nick replied. “Clarenhurst has given his consent. Lady Juliet and I will be wed on the morrow.”

  Juliet gasped. “So soon?”

  Nick affected a pained expression. “Please, my lady. Give me credit for being prepared! I’ve had the license carefully tucked away in my desk since our first meeting.”

  “Oh, surely not!”

  He placed a hand over his heart in mock dismay. “Your lack of faith in my cleverness cuts me to the quick.” Aiming a grin at William, who also seemed taken aback, he added, “Had the earl been less cooperative, I might’ve had to resort to kidnapping. Therefore, a special license was essential.”

  “You are quite devious, my lord,” she admonished, her twinkling eyes in contrast to her quelling tone.

  “Ha! Do I detect a hint of admiration?”

  She sighed. “I believe you do.”

  “Perfectly understandable under the circumstances,” Nick declared. “And now, William, if you would be so kind as to stand guard, I intend to kiss and possibly make love with my newly affianced bride in full view of my esteemed ancestors.”

  “It would be my pleasure, my lord,” William replied.

  * * * *

  William resumed his post with a dry mouth and a stiffening cock. Since the portrait gallery was seldom visited, he and Nick had enjoyed a tryst or two on each of the padded benches and settees that were strategically placed throughout the room.

  “Oh, and William,” Nick said as he took Juliet in his embrace. “I fully expect you to watch both ways.”

  “I shall, indeed.”

  The kiss Nick gave her was slow, deep, and highly erotic. Will knew what it was like to be kissed by his master. Therefore, it came as no surprise when Juliet seemed to melt in Nick’s arms. Scooping her up as though she weighed no more than a feather, Nick carried her to the nearest bench where just last week William had knelt, baring his bum while the viscount had had his wicked way with him.

  Considering the setting and how difficult it was to divest a lady of her clothing, William doubted he would get much more than a glimpse of Juliet’s bare pussy, but watching Nick plunge into her would be exciting enough. Loosening the button on one side of his fall, he slid a hand into his trousers. Grasping his meat, he bathed his hand with the slick sauce, groaning as Nick pulled Juliet to the end of the bench and parted her thighs. The slit in her drawers revealed a thatch as blonde as the hair on her head.

  His groan must’ve distracted Nick, for he glanced up, catching Will in the act of stroking his cock.

  “Oh, bloody hell,” Nick exclaimed. “We can’t do this without you, William. Lock the door and come lick her cunt while I pluck her cherry.”

  Juliet dissolved in a fit of helpless giggles. “Good heavens! I’ve never heard such language!”

  Having locked the door, Will pocketed the key. “And I have never seen a more succulent plum.”

  Her sex was swollen, pink, and drenched with sweet juice. Will could scarcely control the need to dive into it face first. Licking his lips, he moved closer to kneel at her hip.

  The scent of her arousal engulfed him as he pulled up her skirt. Burying his face between her thighs, he swiped his tongue over her soft folds, lapping up her sweet cream before delving deeper, seeking the heart of her desire. Her stifled gasp told him he’d found the right spot, and he set about pleasuring the fleshy bud.

  Gripping the back of his head, Juliet pressed his mouth against her wet cunt. “That feels so good, Will. Please don’t stop.”

  Nick’s cock sprang up as he pushed his breeches down past his knees. “Now, now, my love, you need to phrase that differently in order to fully arouse our dear William. Something along the lines of ‘Lick my fucking cunt.’ Such language does truly marvelous things to him.”

  Juliet’s fingers slid through his hair in a gentle caress, quite unlike the rough edge to her voice as she followed Rotherford’s advice. Such coarse words on the lips of a lady sent a surge of lust hurtling to his groin. His balls grew strangely heavy, his prick so tight he feared the skin would split.

  As Nick eased up between Juliet’s legs to tease her pussy with the head of his cock, Will took a moment to sip the sauce oozing from his master’s penis. Both tasted delightful, but when he resumed his attentions to her sex, the combination of flavors was nothing short of orgasmic.

  “My dear Juliet,” Nick whispered as he eased his rod between her engorged labia. “You are ours now—to love and to cherish—although this may hurt just a bit.”

  “I do not care if it hurts,” Juliet declared. “Any pain you might cause cannot be any worse than the ache inside me.”

  “That ache,” Nick said, “just so happens to be something I can remedy.”

  Suckling her clitoris gave William a close-up view of Nick’s penis gliding slowly into Juliet’s cunt. His careful advance and retreat coated his shaft with her glistening moisture and made soft, sucking sounds.

  “Yes, Nick. Stick it in her cunt. Fuck her for me, hard and deep.”

  The next sweep of his tongue over Juliet’s nub had her body contracting in orgasmic fury. Her hips bucked up off the velvet upholstery, slamming her pussy into his face and completely dislodging Nick from her sheath.

  Nick nodded his approval. “Good work, Will. Now watch as I fuck our bride.”

  Juliet gave her head a violent shake. “No! I want to suck his cock. Put it in my mouth, William. Now.”

  Needing no further encouragement, Will leaped to his feet to stand behind her head. Gripping his cock, he aimed it downward, placing the tip on the seam of her lips as he gave his shaft a hard squeeze. A large droplet of syrup bathed her mouth as she opened for him. He slid inside, and her lips closed over the head, sending shivers of delight racing up his spine. Juliet tongued his prick as though she’d been doing it for years, her occasional moan betraying her enjoyment of the act.

  Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he set his nuts swaying back and forth over her face. Her skin was soft against his sac, and her warm exhales created a tickling sensation that had him clenching his buttocks together. He dearly loved having his arse fucked, but his prick in the mouth of a beautiful lady was nothing short of heavenly.

  Her arms arched up and back, and Will held his breath, praying she would do what he craved. A stinging slap, followed by her nails sinking into his flesh, sent a snarl rising up from his throat. “Oh, yes, my lady,” he breathed. “Punish me for making you suck my cock.”

  Digging her nails in deeper, she urged him to move, rocking him forward and down, then back again. Another slap followed, and William took the hint, undulating his hips to glide his penis in and out of her mouth.

  “I do believe she likes having her face fucked, William—almost as much as she enjoys having a prick in her cunt.” Nick’s voice was barely a murmur, his eyes half-closed in bliss as he pumped his meat into their lady’s succulent body. “Kiss me, Will…kiss me while we both have our cocks buried deep inside our dear Juliet.”

  Chapter Six

  Juliet moaned as Rotherford’s hands caressed her breasts, teasing the nipples through the fabric of her gown. Her aching cunt had been stretched to the limit by his large cock, the momentary pang as he broke through her maidenhead now replaced with pure pleasure. Will’s ballocks tickled her nose while she savored his
thick rod, and she watched as the two men came together in a heated kiss.

  She’d seldom witnessed kisses of any kind, let alone the erotic variety that these two men shared. The hunger they had for one another left her breathless with need, and she longed for the time when they could all lie together in the viscount’s bed. Rotherford might not enjoy ordering William about, but the mere thought of summoning the handsome footman to her chamber and ordering him to strip off his livery and put his cock in her mouth sent shudders through her body.

  Hunger. She felt it now—knew the overwhelming need for the thick, hard cocks of her two lovers. She could hardly wait to have Rotherford fuck her pussy and for Will to do the same to her behind—perhaps even here in this very room. The door was locked, and William had the key. Their chances of discovery were slim…

  She’d never felt such a rush of wantonness in her life. She longed to be naked, her bare breasts pressed against Rotherford’s chest, or perhaps one in each of her lovers’ mouths. Turning her head, she released Will’s penis, his cockhead skimming across her cheek. “Please get me out of this dress. I want both of you. Naked.”

  Will moaned against Nick’s lips as he rubbed his prick on Juliet’s face. “Oh, my lady…”

  Rotherford looked down at her, a smirk on his handsome face. “I do believe I’m marrying a trollop—a perfectly enchanting trollop, to be sure, but a trollop nonetheless.”

  “Yes, my lord,” she agreed. “If you would be so kind as to oblige me in this.”

  “It would be my pleasure.” He backed away, slowly lowering her legs, triggering an enormous sense of loss as his cock slipped from her sheath.

  “You feel so good,” she whispered.

  “As do you. I haven’t had my prick inside a hot, wet cunt in a very long time, and yours is the finest I have ever had the pleasure of entering. Hot, luscious, and wondrously tight.”

  She smiled up at him. “I daresay any virgin would feel the same.”

  Rotherford sighed. “Be that as it may, yours is the first cherry I have ever plucked. Allow me to marvel at the event.”