by Hawke, Jessa
Matt gently brushed her hair back from her face and smiled down at her. She smiled back and then looked behind her to return Jase’s smile. Jase rose as Matt helped her up and held her until she stopped shaking enough to pull her shirt back together. Matt looked down at her heaving chest.
“You have a magnificent body Melissa. Especially these, they are my favorite.” He plucked one into his mouth to gently suck it before letting it drop back out with a pop.
“Thank you.” She murmured now embarrassed by what had happened. She ducked her head and tried to turn away from him.
“I don’t think so. None of that. This is just the first time we will share each other. I will feel myself in every part of you and after tonight, I don’t think Jase is done with you yet either. You have become special to us Melissa and don’t think for one second that this changes anything.”
“But, you mean, you still want me to work here? I thought…..”
“Matt is right Melissa. You are special to us and you are staying put, but tomorrow night I think you should come for dinner. We should start there. That is unless you don’t like having two men fawn all over you?” He quirked that same eyebrow at her again.
She was quick to respond. “No! I mean that is great. Ok. What time should I come?”
They ate lunch laughing and they told her of stories and tricks that they had played on each other and their siblings as they grew up. She told them of her mother and father and her younger brother and sister.
“I am sorry for your loss Melissa. We have to meet your mother though.” Jase said somberly.
“Yes. She sounds like a great woman and she raised one hell of a daughter.”
Both the men regretfully told her that they had meetings that afternoon but since it was already after 3 o’clock, she should call it a day. They gave her their address and they all agreed for dinner at seven the next night.
*****
Melissa pulled her little Ford up to the massive gates. This was the address that Matt had written down on the small paper. She saw the guard peep his head out of the little building at the gate. She rolled down her window.
“You must be Melissa.”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“Mr. Dunbar told me to keep any eye out for a hot dark haired woman. He said they would be expecting you.”
“Oh.” She ducked her head as she felt her cheeks flush. He swept his arm out as the gates opened gesturing for her to go through. As she looked through the windows she saw the gorgeous landscape and the rolling green hills. When she finally came around a bend she saw the house. Or should she say, mansion. The massive compound that sat in front of her had to hold at least 20 bedrooms. She pulled her car up to the front and got out. She had worn jeans and a simple cotton shirt. Maybe she should have dressed up a little more. As she walked to the door it instantly swung open to reveal Matt. He wore a plain white t-shirt and light Khaki cargo shorts. He smiled at her and before she said a word he gathered her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Next she felt herself being guided into the house. Matt swept her through the many rooms and she was amazed at the elegant feel of it. They finally came to the kitchen where Jase was working chopping vegetables. When he saw her, he put the knife down and walked towards her.
Gathering her into his arms, it was his turn to take her mouth in a deep kiss. “Hello gorgeous. We missed you.” He smiled at her.
She smiled at him and felt herself relax. “I missed you too.”
“Good. I thought we could have some roasted vegetables and Matt would cook steak on the grill. How do you like yours cooked?”
“Oh, um…, medium well. Please.” She smiled at him.
“Ok. I am almost done and then I will give you the tour while Matt starts the steaks.”
“Ok.’ He quickly finished chopping and then turned back to them.
Matt walked to the fridge and pulled out a beer. “Would you like beer or wine darling’?”
“Oh, beer please.”
“Ah. One for my side. A girl after my own heart.”
“Hey I like beer too. I just prefer a good wine with dinner.” Jase exclaimed and she swore his bottom lip stuck out like a little kid for a minute. She graciously accepted the long neck bottle from Matt and followed Jase around the house.
Dinner was superb and she devoured every bite. When she had tried to only eat a third, they had both glared at her and told her that she wasn’t allowed to leave the table until she finished her plate.
“What am I, five years old?” She laughed.
“If we have to treat you like you are, then we will. Come on and eat. You are going to love dessert.” Matt wagged his eyebrows at her. She couldn’t help but crack up. She laughed out loud and then finished every bite on the plate.
When they were through, she helped them carry the dishes into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. It was amazing to find out that they had a lady who came to dust and vacuum and do general cleaning on Fridays, but their laundry and everyday cleaning they did themselves.
They decided to watch a movie, and before long she found herself sandwiched between both men on a long couch with a 70” flat screen television in front of them. The movie came on and she leaned back against the pillows.
She turned to look at Matt and saw him smile at her. His hand snaked out to draw her closer to him. She kissed him deeply and felt as Jase came up behind her. Matt kissed as well as Jase did, and she was soon swooning and leaning into him for support. Gasping for breath, she let them remove all of her clothes. They were soon all naked and this time she leaned back against Jase as Matt tasted her and held her writhing body down. He brought her to orgasm quickly and she was still panting when she felt Matt’s hands slide against her. She was dripping wet from her orgasm and his mouth. Slowly he spread her juices back to the little puckered hole in the back. She gasped as she felt first one then a second finger penetrate the dark hole.
“Have you ever had anyone here Melissa?” At her nod he went on. “Did you like it? I can tell from that look that you didn’t. Well, I promise you will this time honey.” She felt himself spreading her and preparing her for the intrusion that was sure to come. She felt Jase’s hands on her hips as he eased himself on the floor of the room he brought her down with him. He spread her legs wide and she was glad that Matt was there in front of her for her to lean on.
Jase leaned her forward a little and she felt the tip of his erection against the small hole in the back. She gasped as he eased inside, passing the small ring of muscle. It was a burning sensation but the burning wasn’t bad as she stared into Matt’s eyes. His head dropped to take her nipple into his mouth as his hand caressed her other breast Jase eased inside her further until she felt his balls against her.
“Oh god!” She moaned deep as Jase began to move inside her. “Matt. I need you. Please.” Matt lied down and she felt Jase spread her legs even wider and place them on each side of Matt’s body. Matt’s legs were spread as Jase still stood on his knees behind her. Jase slid out and she gasped as she felt Matt ease inside her pussy. It was exquisite torture for a few minutes. As Matt slid in, Jase slid out. They took turns easing inside her until she couldn’t take it anymore. “Please god faster. Just fuck me. I can’t take this much more.”
“Thank god.” This was whispered into her ear as they started moving faster inside her. She was jerking back and forth as they pounded into her body. Over and over, she felt them penetrate her until she saw stars. Her orgasm hit her so hard she thought she would faint. She screamed loudly as she finally burst.
*****
Melissa awoke to find herself curled into a bed. There were bodies on either side of her and she smiled when she remembered what had happened. Opening one eye she looked both ways. Jase sat with a book in his hand reading quietly while Matt had the remote in his hand. She faintly heard the television in the background. At her perusal, Matt smiled down at her.
“Hey beautiful. Looks like we tuckered you out. Don’t worry, there is plenty mor
e where that came from.”
“That was amazing. Probably the best sex I have ever had. Not that I have had a lot, but you know.”
“It is the first of many.”
“You mean you want me to stay?”
The men both laughed. “Yes my dear. Shall we show you how much we want you to stay?”
She squealed as she ran to the bathroom. “First I need a shower. Hey, who wants to wash my back?” She smirked at the doorway.
Both men looked at each other slightly before they raced to the doorway among Melissa’s giggles.
THE END
Falling For The Duke’s Brother
Water lapped the dull wooden edges of the Queen Elizabeth. It was one in a long line of ships waiting to depart for strange new lands, and the callous cry of seagulls pierced the air. They were the only life forms awake at this strange time of night, halfway in between day and night, or heaven and hell, depending on your pleasure, save for the less savory characters that lurked somewhere in the periphery of your vision. The ship bobbed in the water, and so did Olivia's heart.
How had she gotten to this moment, so far away from everything that she had ever imagined as a young girl? Olivia felt a sickness fill her chest, a remorse she couldn't quite place. David was so exciting, with his charm and banter, but something about the encounter felt just a smidge off, as if she was not meant to be there at all. Never mind that he was the brother of the duke, no, she would not think about that. For it felt, somewhere in the recesses of her consciousness, like a vast betrayal of something warm and dear.
And then a different emotion filled her body, one that emptied her body with such rapid-fire swiftness that it almost took her breath away. On the knife's edge of that remorse was the sensation of desperation. How much longer could she wait for the duke to speak his words? Olivia glanced down at the cameo brooch in her hand and traced the pearly white of the female face on it with her thumb. A bubble of indecision rose in her throat, and she pushed it down so she could no longer sense it at all. Her mind was made up. She deserved more, especially after what she had been though with Ben's betrayal. Gathering up the long folds of her gown, she swooped down to scoop up her bags, only to hear a long horn echo in the water.
When she looked up, the prow of the Queen Elizabeth was turning away from the dock and heading into the greater expanse of the sea. With a sharp cry, Oliva sprang forward, convinced that she could still bridge the distance with some amazing feat of strength fueled by adrenaline, and watched forlornly as her bags sailed into the wet depths below.
As one of the dock hands attempted to fish her bags out of the water, Olivia gazed out at the departing ship. On that vessel was her husband never-to-be. Heavens, he would think she rejected him at the end, when it was her own damn indecision that had stalled her hand. And in the tiniest corner of her mind, where just a moment ago, a light had gone out, it suddenly burst back into life. As the hand presented her with her dripping bags and offered to hail her a coach, the weight of everything that had occurred that evening fell upon her slim shoulders. Her ridiculous companions in the coach, not even counting that elderly countess who squawked like a parrot when her wig slipped from her head. The two and a half mile walk with her bags--thank goodness she traveled light--all the way to the docks. She thought that after all that, it might have been worth it, that she would have no moments of hesitation at all once she saw the ship.
She was wrong. It seemed that she was wrong about everything. How was she now to return to the duke after he read that letter she had left him in his study? She would have to apply for a new position somewhere, or--and the thought suddenly struck her that she might have been so willing to leave England not so much for the proposal from the duke's brother, but because she could simply no longer remain in Worchester Abbey. A flash of dark eyes and curling black locks came up as a stark image against her mind as she finally hailed a coach and gathered her belongings inside. Would they ever look upon her with tenderness again?
Olivia closed her eyes with a sigh and let her mind take her back.
* * *
The scandal rocked the delicately balanced scales of the upper crust, but it affected none so strongly as Lady Olivia Knightbridge. When she learned the full details of the betrayal done her by Benn Soothley, she plummeted straight towards an unknown abyss, and her decision shocked anyone who knew her in the slightest.
Lady Olivia was one of those cheerfully practical young ladies of the ton who everyone assumed would follow in the most accepted of social norms by all definitions of the term. It was expected that at her debut on the social scene of London, her affable charms would be in high demand, as well as her gently wavy brown hair and expressive hazel eyes that seemed to change color based on her mood, her gown, or the weather; it was precisely this unpredictability that captivated those who met her, as well as her slew of intellectual hobbies that ranged from star-gazing to chemistry to the fine art of embroidery, where her stitches were tiny enough to be second to none. No one could have ever imagined the horrifying turn of events that would so absolutely overturn the steady balance of her life, but it served as a reminder to both old matrons and silly debutants alike, that even the steadiest boat is never safe from the storm.
It began with the charming attentions of Mr. Ben Soothley. When Lady Olivia first arrived at the social set of London, she was taken in almost immediately. Her parents, Lord and Lady Knightbridge, had both perished in a riding accident when the girl was about three, so she never truly got to feel their love before they went. But they had cared for their child deeply, and signed over the whole of their estate to her once she reached the ripe age of eighteen, ensuring both that she would be taken care of and that she would never have to depend on a husband to provide her fortune for her. Until she was able to care for herself, however, they had assigned her under the guardianship of Lady Knightbridge's maiden aunt, who was more than pleased to be taking care of her vivacious young niece, never having had any children of her own. A known eccentric, and well admired for it, she had allowed the chubby-cheeked child to peruse her extensive library collection at will, and hired masters from abroad to tutor her in anything that happened to catch her fancy. There was the flamenco dancer from Spain who taught her how to wield the magnificently clacking castanets, the French ex-patriot from Russia who would sigh deeply, sad sighs and lament the difference between the crepes of his home and adopted countries. Thus, by the time Lady Olivia came into her title and fortune, she was a well-rounded individual who was very much ahead of her fellow ladies in terms of education and poise.
The maiden aunt had connections in London that stemmed from her numerous acquaintances, and, being of a certain age herself, wanted to ensure that her beautiful young niece would have company of her own age at all the best balls, events, and dances, someone who could tutor her in any time of need, on the required social niceties that she would have to acquire in order to survive the ruthless scene of man-mad matrons and fortune hunting debutantes.
"But why?" Olivia asked her aunt plaintively when the former announced that she would be sitting mostly on the sidelines and scouting out potential matches from a perch, much like an eagle.
"Because, my dear, you need to be around blood as young and fresh as your own, and my bones are weary," replied the aunt, only half serious, for her limbs were still supple and she possessed a healthy vitality of a woman half her age. She had eschewed the social scene for so long that she worried she was a bit out of touch for her niece, the only aspect she was able to keep up with these days being the most fashionable modistes available. These she secured visits with and outfitted her niece with the loveliest of garments for her debut on the London scene, never dreaming that it was precisely her years and experience that might have saved Olivia from the whole future mess.
This arrangement was precisely how Lady Olivia made the acquaintance of Cynthia Freeworth. Blonde, petite, and with guileless blue eyes, she had struck Olivia at first much like an angel descending fr
om the sky. "We are going to be SUCH friends!" the effable Lady Freeworth had gushed upon Olivia's arrival to her rather shabby mansion in London. It was precisely for this reason, Cynthia explained to Olivia, leading her by the arm up to her room, that she would do her best this season to land a titled duke with, as she put, "simply bags of money and no wife to spend it all on!"
Olivia warmed to her gradually, thinking her new friend perhaps had different priorities than she did, but willing to forgive this gap between them nevertheless. Perhaps it was unpopular an opinion to have, hoping for a love match, but there was something about Cynthia's manner that invited such intimacies immediately and she told her all about it.
"How very interesting," the tiny blonde had cried, pulling down the front of her gown for a deeper décolletage. "I never imagined such a thing, although I suppose it suits for some." Suddenly, the thought crossed Olivia's mind that she had been, perhaps, a bit hasty in revealing her true nature to her new friend, but in the next moment, Cynthia was chattering on about a duke she set her sights on at the symphony who would be at the ball at Sootherley's that night, and Olivia consoled herself by thinking that even if the lady thought her a bit strange, she would forget about what she said within moments.
Cynthia, of course, counseled her on the best dress to wear, and although she was uncomfortable with such a low neckline, Olivia was admonished for her prudishness and told she was simply the height of fashion in her rose-patterned gown with a deep ruffle at the hem, waist, and bust. Upon arrival at Sootherley's, the most premier social gathering of the season, Olivia found herself experiencing a rapid-fire lesson on who was who, and who was worth deigning to give attention to and who was not. Duke Ellington with a sharp nose like a rat, for example, was well worth batting your eyelashes at, whispered Lady Freeworth, directing those sky-colored appendages in his direction as she spoke, for he had full coffers adjoining his lengthy title, and he never had to work a day in his life. Many of the gentlemen at Sootherley's experienced this measure of scrutiny by the inestimable Lady Cynthia that night, until a pale blonde chap arrived at the door frame.