Grace, Bella - The Husband Contract [Brides of Bachelor Bay 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Bella Grace

  As they passed the main counter, Aaron’s head lifted.

  Olivia’s face burned with shame. What Aaron Lambert must think seeing how quickly Jack had whittled down her defenses! Despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t help but let her imagination soar straight to her fantasy. Could she really have both of them at once? She had never been with one man, and here she was ready to tangle with two. Excited curiosity gripped her more than fear.

  Jack’s arms were like steel cables beneath her knees and at the center of her back. With her arms laced around his neck, she felt as secure as a child being carried off to bed. She trusted him to bring her dreams to life in a way she had only dared imagine before.

  “Would you care to join us upstairs?” Jack said to Aaron, “Our new librarian has some curiosities which must be addressed.”

  Aaron’s chest rose and fell heavily beneath his suit coat. “It will be my pleasure.”

  Aaron’s footsteps fell in rhythm behind them as Jack continued through the store to the staircase in the far right corner.

  Jack leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Tonight is going to be the night you take possession of your every desire, sweet Olivia.”

  * * * *

  Jack had never ached for a woman with such ferocity. Tonight would require every ounce of self-control he could muster to pleasure her gently, to rein in the fantasies he wanted to live out with her.

  “Jack?” Her voice held the slightest hesitation, but the heaving of her chest and the fire in her eyes told him she was fighting a need of her own, one that had no doubt been too long in receiving fulfillment.

  “Yes, love?”

  “I know I must seem…” She licked her lips, her little pink tongue shooting fire straight to his cock. “I must seem easily convinced but…” She closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest. “I’ve never…I may not know what you expect of me.”

  He lowered her gently, letting her feet settle onto the floor at the bottom of the stairs and holding her about the waist until she had solid footing. He tilted her chin up so that he could look into her worried blue eyes and free her of any doubt.

  “I expect only that you let me show you the depths of pleasure within your body. I will show you what I like as we go, but this isn’t a book to study. Making love is natural and will come as easily to you as breathing.” He kissed her again, taking his time to coax her tongue until she answered every stroke and to caress her body until she completely relaxed in his arms.

  * * * *

  Aaron waited until Jack had eased Olivia’s fears and released her from the kiss. He stepped forward and took her hand. “You’ve had less time to become acquainted with me, dear Olivia. But rest assured, I treasure you as intensely as Jack does. Together, we can offer you everything you could ever need.”

  Her nod was hesitant, but a fire of excitement danced in her eyes.

  “I’ve found you immensely attractive since I first saw you, Mr. Lambert. And yesterday at the ravine, you found a place in my heart. Your interest in me is more than I dared hope for.”

  He kissed the back of her hand and turned her arm slowly to kiss the center of her palm then continued up to her wrist. A short gasp shot from her lips as his tongue caressed the delicate skin. He drew her closer, closing his hand about her narrow waist. He placed her hand at his neck and dipped to taste beyond her lips for the first time.

  A hint of honey in her kiss danced on his tongue with the slightest trace of the fine Gallagher whiskey he and Jack had drank when they called on the Gallaghers to escort her into town for the evening. The taste was a gentle reminder of how he shared this beautiful woman with his closest friend and how long they had waited to find a single woman who excited them both the way she did.

  He pulled her body closer to his, letting the feminine comfort of her slender curves soak all the way to his bones. He would do anything to hold her night after night, to discover her body inch by inch, and to learn exactly what it took to make her cry out his name. With her tongue exploring his and offering all the sweetness she possessed, he made a silent promise to protect her at all costs, to show her more love than she had ever known, and to savor every moment of the evening that lay ahead.

  He lifted his head slowly, fully aware of the heaviness in his cock and the softness of her curves against him. “Let us show you how much we have to give.”

  She nodded again, and her breath quickened. He took her arm in his and led her up the stairs.

  * * * *

  At the top of the stairs, Olivia paused. A large, ornate rug ran the length of a spacious landing. Three sets of mahogany double-doors stood closed. Gas sconces flickered on the walls, and the portrait of an attractive, but rather plain, woman hung above two wingback chairs.

  Olivia stared at the woman and pushed her glasses up her nose to focus more clearly.

  “You’re a strong resemblance.” Jack took her above the elbow.

  The woman in the portrait had similar features to Olivia, the same blue eyes, glasses propped on her thin, straight nose, her hair in a matronly twist high on her head. But the neckline of her dress dipped provocatively low, creamy breasts rose from the rich, green silk of her dress, and the flicker of secrets shone in her eyes.

  “Who is she?”

  Jack massaged her bare shoulder. The tips of his long fingers kneaded the muscles at the base of her neck. “I found the portrait at a market in Paris. It called to me until I purchased it and has held me captive ever since.”

  “You don’t think her plain?”

  “I think she disguises her true nature and shares her passions only with the men lucky enough to unlock them.”

  She turned to Aaron. “And you? What do you think of her?”

  “She is hanging here on the landing so that I can enjoy her, too.” Aaron gently guided her to the doors directly ahead. “Jack’s apartment is to the right. Mine is to the left. They both open to the rooms between them.”

  Jack opened the double doors at the center of the landing, and both men waited for Olivia to step inside. The room was magnificent, a parlor like she’d been accustomed to in Boston filled with art and fine furniture. An oversized fireplace stood along the far wall, but a large four-poster bed partially blocked the view of the roaring fire. This grand room was a bedroom! Silk rugs covered the floors. Olivia stopped dead in her tracks and gathered her skirts in both hands.

  “My boots! I can never quite get all the mud off.”

  Aaron guided her across an expanse of uncovered hardwood to a wide upholstered settee. He eased her down. Each of the men knelt and took her by an ankle. They quickly unlaced her boots and dropped them to the floor. Jack’s palm slid up the inside of her calf and stopped to caress the tender skin behind her knee. Aaron pushed her skirts up to her thighs and rolled her stockings off her feet. She could barely breathe as she watched them undress her. She licked the dryness from her lips and shook her head to clear the dreamy fog that had settled in. This could not be happening. This simply did not happen!

  “Relax, love.” Aaron massaged the arch of her foot and kissed the tips of her toes.

  Jack’s palm slid to the inside of her thigh. “I’ll bet you are so wet for us, you feel perfectly ashamed right now.”

  She nodded.

  “Never, sweetheart. Never be ashamed of your reaction to us. We want to give you every pleasure under the sun.” He leaned to press his lips to her thigh, and moved upward until his head became buried in the folds of her skirt. He held her leg in both hands and moved his grip upward until one hand firmly held her hip and the other gently massaged the inner juncture of her thighs. The thin cotton of her drawers was the only barrier between his touch and her most intimate of places. He pressed his fingers in gentle circles at the very top of her inner thigh. An inch to the left and his fingers would be exactly where she wanted them. She gasped at the thought. Yes! Yes, she wanted him to touch her between the legs to make her feel better than she could make herself feel.

  “You
want to be free of these clothes, don’t you?” Aaron moved up her other leg as he spoke.

  She nodded. “Please. Oh, please, help me out of them.” Her skin practically crawled to be free of the layers of fabric against it. All she wanted touching her were the two men who knelt before her. Virtue and virginity be damned! She didn’t need a husband to bring the fantasies that plagued her to life. She needed these two gorgeous, sensual men, men who understood the dark wanderings of her mind.

  Jack straightened her drawers and pulled her to her feet. They unwrapped her layer for layer until she stood before them in her lowest-scooped chemise and her drawers with the pretty scalloped eyelet edging. His jaw was tense, and desire flickered like a flame in his dark eyes.

  “We have decided…” He looked to Aaron for confirmation. When Aaron nodded, he continued. “Tonight we will pleasure you thoroughly, but we will not take your virginity.”

  Her heart pounded with an odd mixture of relief and grave disappointment.

  Aaron took her hand. “We will save that until you are certain you can choose one of us to marry.”

  “What will happen tonight? I thought…you seemed anxious to…” She eased herself back onto the settee. “More kisses then?” Disappointment lay heavily in her voice.

  Jack laughed. “Kisses, yes. But my dear, you’ve never had kisses like these.” He pulled her to her feet again and drew the chemise over her head. The beaded peaks of her breasts stood rigid, and a rouge-colored flush of excitement had spread unevenly over her fair skin. Jack cradled her left breast in his palm and bent toward her. She felt his breath on her heated skin and then the warm wet stroke of his tongue.

  “Ohh!” She gripped the back of his hair to keep from losing her footing.

  Aaron’s strong arm came around her. He kissed her lips, but just as she readied to taste his tongue against hers, he lowered his head to her other breast.

  “Oh, my!” She grabbed the back of Aaron’s hair and lost her ability to stand completely. Had it not been for his arm around her, she would have landed unceremoniously on the settee. Both men moved their tongues against her nipples, sucking, kissing, and nipping in ways that made her shriek in surprised pain one moment and sigh the next. She twisted her hands in their hair and arched her back, offering her breasts for as much of the delicious pleasure as they would give her.

  Jack’s hand cupped her bottom and gave her buttock a squeeze before sliding to the waist of her drawers. He worked the button free and the thin cotton fell down her thighs. Olivia looked down at the two darks heads pressed to her bosom. “Take your shirts off.”

  Both men released her nipples immediately and looked up with lust-darkened eyes as black as a moonless sky.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Jack said hoarsely.

  He and Aaron dropped their jackets to the floor and soon had their shirts and ties in a crumpled heap at their feet. Their chests were magnificent and almost identical. Jack had thicker dark curls between his muscles and a thin trail of hair that traveled south from his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. Aaron’s chest had less hair, but they both had small, flat nipples, slightly reddened and pebbled. She drew her tongue across Jack’s nipple and sucked briefly before turning to Aaron to do the same to him. She looked up, waiting for direction, uncertain who to pleasure first.

  “I want to please you both,” she whispered.

  Jack cradled her head in his hand. “You will, darling, you will. But first we have more of the kisses we want to give you.”

  She eased herself down on the edge of the settee and arched her back in anticipation, but Jack coaxed her to recline as Aaron removed her drawers from her ankles and tossed them into the pile of clothing on the floor.

  She lay still, completely naked and in eager anticipation of the promised kisses. Her breath came quickly and she clamped her knees together, embarrassed that the intimate space between her legs had grown swollen and wet with arousal. She clasped her breasts in her hands and rolled the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

  Aaron groaned and fell to his knees. “Damn if she won’t be the death of me, Jack. You were right about her, so very, very right.”

  Jack’s low laugh rolled through his chest. “Once she learns the power she has over us, she shall own us, my friend.”

  Olivia closed her eyes and rocked her head from side to side. “I’m at your mercy, and please…I want those kisses.”

  Her eyes flew open in shock as Jack coaxed her thighs apart and lowered himself to his knees at the armless end of the settee.

  She watched in fascination as Aaron covered one of her hands with his and dragged his tongue across the fingers of her other hand. His eyes rose to meet hers as he nipped at the rosy tip of her breast that peeked from between her knuckles. She went to move her hand out of the way, but he stopped her. “I like to see you touch yourself, love.”

  Jack’s hands slid high against her inner thighs, spreading her legs further apart. She gasped. Her gaze shot to the end of the settee, but she squeezed her eyes shut tight.

  “Watch,” Aaron urged. “Open your eyes, sweetheart, you don’t want to miss this.”

  She opened her eyes slowly, peering over Aaron’s head and crying out as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. At the same time, Jack bent his face to her most intimate parts. His lips closed around her sensitive nub and he began to suck.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Her hips came off the settee. She wrenched her hand from her breast and fisted it in Aaron’s hair. Jack kept her legs spread with his hands flat against her inner thighs. He continued to suck, his tongue massaging her clitoris. She screamed out and slammed her eyes shut as sensations she could have never imagined shot through her body like a million rays of sharp, dancing light. She fought against the hands that held her down but clung to Aaron for fear of flying straight to the ceiling.

  Between her legs, Jack growled and lapped at the juices that poured from her body. When he looked up at her, his chin glistened and his eyes were black as pitch. “If that was your first orgasm, honey, we are in for the time of our lives.”

  She tried to still her breath enough to speak. “Orgasm? I want another, but I fear it may kill me.”

  Both men roared with laughter. Jack nodded to Aaron, and the two men switched positions. Jack kissed her lips before trailing kisses to her ear as Aaron’s hands ran up her legs.

  “Tonight you will die a thousand deaths, and tomorrow you will beg for more,” Jack whispered.

  “Can I kiss you the way you kissed me?” she asked, her mouth watering at the thought of the pleasure they could share. Before he could answer, Aaron’s lips and tongue closed around her newly discovered center of orgasm, and she nearly flew to the ceiling again.

  Jack held her down with kisses as she reached to loosen his trousers. Her breasts flattened against the heated smoothness of his chest. Her tongue sucked at his hungrily, but there was something else she wanted to taste now, and she couldn’t get it in her mouth fast enough.

  He helped her push his trousers and undergarments down his thighs. Olivia stared in wonder at the long, thick appendage that stood between his legs. She wrapped her hand around the smooth skin of his shaft, watching in wonder as he sucked in a breath and covered her hand with his. He slowly guided her fist down to the base and back to the tip teaching her a rhythm that drew his breath in pants and ripped groans from his throat.

  Aaron had slowed his movements between her legs. He matched each stroke of her hand along Jack’s cock with a long, slow stroke of his tongue. She spread her legs wider for him, and her own mouth began to water for a taste of intimacy like she’d never known. She twisted around and bent her head toward her steadily moving hand. Jack pushed his fingers through her hair and lifted her face until she stared him in the eye. At the same time Aaron’s attentions between her legs sparked the now familiar swirl of tingles that signaled the onset of another orgasm.

  She bent toward Jack again. She wanted to taste the pleasure of Ja
ck’s cock on her tongue when the orgasm fired in her belly. He didn’t stop her as she covered the broad tip of his shaft with her lips and began to suck. She lapped the satiny skin with her tongue, savoring the flavor of his sex as he guided her head, pushing her down slowly and drawing her up again, the same way he liked her to use her hand.

  Aaron’s grip on her inner thighs tightened. His mouth and tongue covered her pleasure button in a combination of licks and sucking that stole her breath. An orgasm shot through her as Jack’s strangled groans grew louder and he tightened his grip on her hair. Her body soared, but her tongue wanted more. Her hunger for Jack intensified and a yearning to be filled engulfed the deep intimate space between her legs. She continued to pleasure Jack, sucking and sliding her lips along his cock despite her near inability to breathe, and just as she pulled her head back to cry out from the pleasure Aaron delivered her, Jack pushed his cock deep in her mouth. His hot, liquid release poured down her throat and coated the back of her tongue in a sweet, saltiness she’d never tasted before.

  Olivia lay panting in Jack’s lap, with only one thought on her mind. How quickly could she catch her breath and pleasure Aaron in the same way? Aaron didn’t give her long to ponder the answer. He gently rolled her to her back and slid his naked body up hers. His erect cock grazed her sensitive clitoris and her hips rose eagerly to meet it.

  He pinned her shoulder to the settee. “As much as I want to give us both that pleasure, we promised you it wouldn’t happen tonight. Our heads are in no place to be altering our plans.” He kissed her mouth before and teased her clitoris once more with the head of his cock before lifting himself off her. He grabbed her gently beneath the arms and slid her back on the settee until she reclined comfortably. Jack moved down to the end where Aaron had been and Aaron straddled her. One of his knees pressed against her hip but he kept his other foot on the floor. She reached for his cock as the breath settled in her lungs. She could see the strain of his shoulder muscles and the tenseness of his neck. His need to be pleasured lit a fire in her belly.