by Josie Dennis
Edward rooted among the scrub near the thick oak door, finding the key nestled inside. “Ah, some things do not change!”
Henry laughed and held Cathy close. “Do hurry, Edward.”
The wet blanket he used to cover her was poor protection, but his arm felt warm against her chilled flesh. Her teeth chattered as she gave a shiver. “I am all right,” she stammered.
Edward opened the door, and Henry ushered her inside. The place smelled a bit musty and she sneezed.
“A fire, Henry,” Edward said. “We cannot let our girl catch her death.”
“Do not fear for me,” Cathy said. “I am made of sterner stuff.”
Henry laughed as he rooted through the firewood. “Good and dry. Should burn well.”
Edward struck a flint and lit a lamp on a nearby table, illuminating the one-room lodge with a soft glow. “I believe this shall suit quite nicely.”
Henry stood, brushing his hands on his breeches as he looked about. His gaze met Edward’s. “Indeed.”
Once again she sensed that strange flicker of knowledge pass between them. “What was that look?”
“Wine!” Edward declared.
Henry poured and she drank, the wine doing little to warm her. Her clothes were soaked. Edging closer to the growing fire, she attempted to absorb some of its heat. Thunder crashed as rain continued to lash the roof.
“Out of those clothes, love,” Henry said.
His softly spoken demand sent a stab of heat through her center. “Henry.”
“You are soaking wet,” Edward said. “As are we. Surely three friends as close as we have no shyness.”
The thought of the two of them stripped to their skin made her mouth go dry. She could not make her frozen fingers move, however. Watching them strip off their boots and dripping clothes made her burn hotter than the fire at her back.
Soon they wore nothing but their breeches. They were both so beautiful, limned by the fire. They were nearly identical in build. The color of the hair on their sculpted chests was the only difference she could see. Their damp breeches did nothing to hide their genitals. She stared from one to the other, seeing the thick flesh outlined by the wet cloth.
“Do you like what you see?” Henry teased.
Her eyes jerked to his face, seeing the grin there. Her cheeks flamed, but she couldn’t deny that she did. She drained her glass, and Edward refilled it.
“Here, Cathy.” He made her drink that glass as well then took it from her shaking fingers. “Let us get you out of these wet clothes.”
She stood as he eased the blanket from her shoulders while Henry began to unlace her dress. His fingers seemed unaffected from the cold as the dress soon gaped open. Gasping, she held it to her bosom.
“Ah, Cathy.” Henry brushed his lips against the nape of her neck. “I daresay that bashfulness will be gone once you surrender to the heat.”
He went to work on her stays as Edward lifted first one foot then the other. His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he removed her damp stockings. More wetness flooded her flesh in response.
“Come,” Henry said once she was stripped to her chemise. He eased her to the soft rug before the fire. “Let us see that hair of yours in the firelight.”
He ran his fingers through the tangled mass, kneeling behind her as he spread the locks to catch the warmth. His fingers kneaded her scalp and, drowsy, she leaned back against him and closed her eyes with a sigh. His scent filled her nose, though another soon mingled with his.
Edward bent close, running his hands up and down her legs. “How does that feel, love?” His thumbs massaged the arch of each foot, wringing a moan out of her. “You are splendid, do you know that?”
She could not make herself speak, lost in sensations. She opened her eyes and saw Edward bent over her, his smoothly muscled back compelling. Henry’s hands were on her breasts now, as in her dreams. He cupped her, lifted her, and his thumbs brushed her nipples as she watched.
Edward kissed her and she opened her mouth to his tongue. Henry nuzzled her neck, her throat, and she reached one hand up to stroke his hair.
“Our Cathy,” Henry rasped. He sucked in a breath. “Your smell.” His tongue traced over her skin. “Your taste.”
Henry’s rough voice scraped over her body, sending shivers through to her core.
Edward eased her chemise off her shoulders, baring her breasts. “Your breasts are magnificent.”
The sound of Edward’s voice was smooth, warm. She watched as he studied her. Heat was clear in his gaze and her nipples began to ache. As she stared at him his mouth moved close to one throbbing nipple. “Edward…”
He took the nipple in his mouth, sucking gently as sparks shot over her body. Henry kissed her now, his tongue tangling wildly with hers as he let out a compelling moan. Edward switched to her other breast, and Henry’s hand took over to tease the one he’d abandoned. That secret flesh between her legs began to throb and pulse in tune to their ministrations. “Oh!”
Edward lifted his head. “What do you want, Cathy?”
“I want…” She could not form the words. She’d dreamed of the two of them for so long, just as they were at this moment. What did she want? Their hands and mouths on her put her in mind of such desires that she dared not ask for them aloud.
Edward lifted her chemise, baring her legs to their apex. “Open for me.”
She froze, but Henry stroked his large hands over her thighs. “Open, love. We need to see you.”
Edward’s graceful fingers parted her, and she realized her drawers had been removed at some point.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Henry breathed. “I knew it would be.”
“So soft and wet.” Edward stroked his fingers through her curls. “See how you swell?”
Her cheeks burning, she still could not look away as he began to play with her. “I dreamed of this,” she murmured.
Edward froze then resumed his tantalizing motions. “You dreamed of?”
She closed her eyes. “Both of you.”
Henry chuckled beside her ear, dropping a kiss on her breast. “Perfect.”
He took one nipple in his mouth, and she arched in response. His tongue dragged across her flesh, rough and delightful. He held her as Edward found the spot between her legs she’d searched for the other night. Oh, his fingers! Quick and sure, pinching and teasing her flesh.
Henry sucked harder, drawing deep on her breast as Edward’s fingers sent a rush of heat to her…pussy. Henry’s word seemed fitting. His teeth grazed her nipple, nibbling and biting with increasing pressure.
“Yes…” she gasped.
“That’s it,” Edward said, his voice harsh now. “Come for us, love.”
She did not know what he meant until her world suddenly exploded. Writhing, she bucked against Edward’s fingers, holding tight to Henry as the floor seemed to disappear beneath her.
“There’s our girl,” Henry purred in her ear. “Spectacular.”
Catching her breath at last, she opened her eyes to find him smiling at her. Edward met her gaze then, a determined cast to his features.
“I have never…” she breathed. “That was…”
Edward kissed her and stood. “That was?” He laughed softly. “That, our dear, extraordinary Cathy, was only the beginning.”
He stood and began to remove his breeches.
Chapter 4
Henry watched Cathy as Edward removed his confining breeches. Edward’s cock swelled in his smalls in blatant need Henry felt himself. Her trust in them, so complete, nearly unmanned him.
She had been amazing in her release, as free and wild as the moors surrounding them. Due to his continued play on her breasts she was sure to be primed for what was to come. Her pussy was wet and unfurled, ready for his cock. No doubt Edward wanted to fuck her, but he had promised Henry. He would never renege on his word. Henry watched him stare at Cathy’s delectable cunt. Edward would no doubt survive the hardship. Hell, the th
ought of tasting her nearly brought Henry to climax now.
“Only the beginning?” she asked, her voice husky.
“Yes,” Henry said. “We can share more pleasure this afternoon, love.” He kissed another delectable nipple, biting gently as she let out a lovely moan of renewed arousal. “You will enjoy everything we do, I promise.”
He thought of his initial taking of her, knowing she would feel some pain at the loss of her maidenhead. He would be gentle then, but as Edward dropped a kiss on her soft belly, he suddenly ached to ride her hard.
He watched as Edward parted her thighs, stroking her again. Her clit hid among the curls, so he spread her wide, using his thumbs to expose the turgid nub. He brought his mouth close to her, blowing a breath across her flesh.
“Edward, what are you doing?” she gasped.
“Shh,” Henry soothed. He stroked her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he watched Edward bend his head to lick her pussy. “Just feel, love.”
Edward dragged his tongue against her clit and she shuddered beneath Henry’s hands.
“So wet,” Edward rasped. “God, her scent, Henry. Incredible. Sharp with a trace of heather.” He buried his face deep, driving his tongue inside.
“Oh!” she cried.
“Tell me more, Edward,” Henry urged. “Is she as sweet as I imagine?”
“Mmm,” Edward moaned. “Sweeter,” he managed to say before returning to her pussy.
She bucked beneath him, her legs spread wide as she arched toward his mouth. Henry held her in his arms, stroking her breasts as her pleasure increased. Surely Edward could feel it, the start of her orgasm deep within her cunt. Covering her with his mouth, Edward flicked his tongue over her clit again and again until she sobbed her release. Her juices must have flooded his mouth, for he lapped at her as her tremors eased. Henry’s mouth watered. He could almost taste her himself.
Edward lifted his head, his eyes hot on her pussy. Henry could guess he wanted to strip off his breeches and take her now, but Henry would be the first. He grinned. No matter. Soon she would belong to both of them in every way. No soon-forgotten sliver of flesh would make a difference. Her virginity would be merely a memory after this day. She would soon come to know that her stubborn heart was theirs as well as her willing body.
“Take her, Henry,” Edward said.
Her cries of pleasure echoed in his brain and Henry wanted to make her come himself.
She opened her eyes, their blue depths cloudy as she gazed at both of them. “Oh, Edward.”
“Henry will take you now, love.”
He kissed her mouth as Henry tore at his own breeches.
Her eyes widened. “But—”
“Trust us,” Edward said.
* * * *
Henry removed his smalls and came to kneel before her spread legs. “Do you see how much I want you, Cathy?”
She stared at his cock and nodded. Her lovely mouth gaped open, and Henry felt a drop of moisture bead on his cock’s head in response.
“Gentle, Henry,” Edward said.
Henry nodded, leaning forward to stroke his cock over her scalding pussy. He’d seen her release, watched as Edward’s mouth wrought moan after moan from her. Now it was his turn, and he would make it perfect for her.
“I want to be inside you, love,” he told her. “Your pussy will take me and it shall be like heaven.”
Holding on to her knees, he closed his eyes and ground against her clit. When she arched in timeless invitation, he leaned back and began to enter her. Slowly, the head of his cock disappeared into her pussy. Sweat beaded on his brow as he held himself in check. There. Her maidenhead. A wildness threatened to seize him, as wild as the storm that raged outside. Gritting his teeth he surged forward, pushing through the barrier.
“Henry!” she cried.
“Easy, Cathy,” Edward said, stroking her hair. “The pain is done. Henry will take care of you.”
Henry could only nod, lost to the sensation of her holding his cock so tight. Withdrawing slightly, he felt the wet slide against his flesh. He pushed forward, starting a rhythm that would satisfy them both. Soon he was driving within her, sounds of his groans and hers mixing in wonderful concert. Edward reached down and flicked his finger over her clit, swirling the nub until she began to tremble. When she bowed back in release, Henry let go, pounding into her until he could not withstand it any longer. He came with a shout, buried to the hilt in her sweet body.
He leaned down and kissed her, taking her mouth as Edward had taken her pussy. It was incredible.
“My God.” Edward groaned as he came into his own hand. “I daresay I can scarcely wait for my turn.”
Cathy breathed a sigh, obviously struggling to regain herself. She was theirs now. Forever, though she did not realize that yet.
“That was splendid,” Henry rasped, gently pulling his cock from her flesh. “Everything I’d imagined. God. More than I imagined.”
She leaned up on her elbows, her brow furrowed. She looked sated and soft and he was damned if he didn’t want her again.
“You…imagined?” she asked.
Henry found the strength to smile. “Many times.”
She blinked, then looked to Edward. Henry had never seen such vulnerability in her before. She wanted them to want her. To crave her as she did them these long years. Henry did not doubt that for a moment.
“Did you imagine this, Edward?” she asked.
“Often, love,” Edward said.
Outside, the storm seemed to be abating. Rain still fell, but winds no longer battered the walls. Henry could see her clever mind working, trying to ascertain the consequences of what they’d just shared. He would not let her feel shame or duty. Neither emotion had a place in their lives. Not when they meant to make her theirs forever.
Stretching out beside her, he gathered her in his arms. “This was more than either of us could ever expect, Cathy.”
Edward cupped her face in his hands. “Tell us it surpassed your dreams?”
She nodded. A blush stained her cheeks, at odds with her nudity but wholly adorable. This was a side to their girl he’d never seen.
“We had better get you dressed, love,” he said, helping her to her feet.
“The rain is easing,” Edward put in. “Maggie will be worried about you.”
Cathy blinked, an expression of befuddlement on her face. “Maggie?”
Henry retrieved her dress. “Ah, nearly dry.” He brought it to his face, breathing in the scent of Cathy still clinging to the fabric.
“The stockings are as well,” Edward said.
Reversing their tantalizing actions of earlier, they helped her with her dress. It seemed a shame to cover such a magnificent body. Certain she was suitably occupied with seeing to her glorious hair, Henry and Edward donned their own clothes and boots.
Henry located several oilskins in the cupboard. “I daresay we shall return you to the manor as we found you.”
Her head tilted to one side. “Hardly.”
Henry searched her eyes and saw a sparkle of knowledge there. No shame, then. He would be damned if she came to regret what they’d shared.
“Back to the manor,” he said.
The three of them made their way through the drizzling rain, each protected by the oilskins. Conversation was impossible with their heads covered, thankfully. Henry had never had any cause to discuss any matter with the women he and Edward bedded. Hell, the moment they’d been satisfied he never gave any of them another thought.
He knew that discussion would have to come though, and soon. Only then would Cathy be ready to accept their plans.
She’d been incredible, first with Edward and then with him. She was everything they needed, and the sooner she came to realize that the better.
* * * *
“Dinner at the Grange?” Maggie asked Cathy.
Cathy read the note again, holding it up to her nose. She could smell Edward on it, along with a touch of Henry.
“Yes,
Maggie.”
Maggie shook her head. “Dining at the Grange with only Mr. Edward and Mr. Henry may not be proper, Miss Cathy.”
“Whyever not? Goodness knows I dined there often when their parents were alive.”
“That is precisely my meaning.”
“You have nothing to worry about, believe me. Have you ever known either of them to act with impropriety?”
Maggie’s brow furrowed. “Not toward you, perhaps.”
Cathy, too, had heard of their exploits in the village over the years. She would not envision the two of them sharing what they had with her with some tavern wench. In the lodge they had been hers alone, and that was how she preferred to think of them.
“And what of yesterday?” Maggie asked. “You did not return when the storm came.”
“We found shelter in the hunting lodge. Once the rain lessened they brought me safely home.”
Maggie’s eyes narrowed. “The three of you were gone for quite a while.”
Cathy felt her cheeks flame, and she turned away. “The two of them took prodigious good care of me.”
Maggie was silent.
“There you have it,” she declared, facing Maggie once more. “I shall dine at the Grange and return at a decent hour. Will that ease your mind?”
Maggie shrugged. “I know you have fairly run wild these past years, Miss Cathy. But perhaps it is time to consider your future.”
“I have, Maggie. Pray, do not worry over me for another moment.”
Maggie shook her head. “I have done so for far too long to abandon my cares now.”
The older woman left Cathy to her musings at last. Maggie wished her to think about her future? Well, she knew with certainty what her future held. She’d always suspected spinsterhood would be her lot, though now she would have splendid memories to keep her into her dotage. Oh, and what memories they were!
Edward had a wicked streak she’d never suspected. Just the thought of his beautiful face buried between her legs, the compelling moans he’d made as he’d driven her to ecstasy with his mouth, caused her to tremble. And Henry? He possessed a gentleness at odds with his appearance. His…cock. Yes, that was their word and quite apt in her opinion. His cock had been impressive that long-ago afternoon in the lake. Seeing it fully aroused, thick and long and massive in size, made her pussy ache for him. Yet he’d taken her gently at first, until he’d finally given her what she hadn’t realized she’d wanted. Together they wrought a wildness within her that she could not regret.