by Lilly Hale
Elise led Trey upstairs. He thought they would go to her bedroom, but she surprised him by continuing to the third floor. They entered the large, empty ballroom and Elise lit a lamp by the door. Turning to Trey, she planted a soft kiss on his mouth.
"I think a bed might be more comfortable," he mumbled against her lips, “but I’m willing to be daring if you’d prefer it here.”
"Maybe next time," she replied coquettishly. She broke away to walk to the music box that hadn't been moved since she and Rad conducted their dance lessons there. She wound it up then backed away as the tinkling song filled the empty space. Holding out her hand, she asked, "Will you do me the honor of this dance, sir?"
Trey's mood plummeted. "Elise, you know I can't-"
"Shh, don't say that." Elise came to him and covered his face with light, tender kisses until he couldn’t resist her any longer and he caught her lips with his own. “Put your arms around me," she whispered. "Just let your cane go and lean on me. Let me support you."
"You're too small. My knee gives out sometimes and if I lose my balance, I could hurt you."
"I'm stronger than I look. Just do it."
Trey stared at her for a long moment before he finally gave in and let his cane drop to the floor. The clatter echoed in the cavernous room. She placed his hands behind her back, wound her own around his neck and settled into his embrace. "I've been waiting all night for this."
"For what?" Trey couldn’t hold back the cynicism in his tone. "Of course I can stand here and hold you, but the moment I try to waltz you across the room I'm liable to end up on top of you."
"We're not going to waltz, but we're going to dance just the same. Listen to the music." Elise closed her eyes and Trey forced himself to focus on the lilting music that filled the air. "Now, move with it. Not too much, just rock back and forth a bit, from foot to foot." Her hips began to move sensually to the music.
Trey just stood there at first, relishing the erotic feel of her hips swaying beneath his hands, her pelvis brushing against his own.
"You have to move too." She lowered her hands until they rested on his hips then gently coaxed him into the swaying rhythm.
At first, Trey tensed, concentrating on not putting too much weight on his injured leg, but after a few moments he relaxed more and let himself focus on her, her gentle smile, her sexy, heavy-lidded gaze. God, she was so beautiful.
He was just bending his head to taste her tempting pink lips when his knee buckled beneath him.
*
Swearing, Trey pitched forward against Elise, but as she had promised, she supported him until he was able to right himself.
"Are you hurt?"
"No, damnit." His expression was full of humiliation and self-loathing as he pulled away. "This isn’t going to work, Elise. Cripples can't dance."
"Stop talking like that. Maybe you can't spin me across the room, but that doesn't mean we can't improvise." Elise determinedly held fast to his arm, so he couldn't walk away. "You're not a cripple, Trey. You're a drop-dead gorgeous, very strong, very desirable man. So your knee gave out for a second, so what? We didn't fall, did we? Now, come on, let's try again." Despite his grim-faced reluctance, she placed his arms around her waist once more.
They began again, slowly, gradually perfecting the easy sway until their bodies moved as one.
Feeling the tension slip from his body by slow degrees, Elise laid her cheek against Trey's chest. "Mmm, this is so nice. Much nicer than waltzing in a crowded room with those pesky twelve inches between us. This is much more intimate. I can feel the strength and heat of your body, hear your heartbeat. It's a little like making love, don't you think?"
When he didn't answer, she looked up. He was staring hard at her, his eyes suspiciously crystalline in the dim lamplight. Silently, he lowered his head, covering her mouth with his. The kiss was exquisitely sensual, as were all Trey's kisses, yet this one possessed a quality she'd never before experienced. It was as if he were reaching inside, connecting with the core of her being, caressing her very soul. Time stood still for Elise. Wrapped in the sweet cocoon of Trey's embrace, her world spun inward until nothing existed, nothing mattered but him and the love that swelled her heart to near bursting.
After a long while, Trey's lips left hers and trailed to the sensitive spot below her ear. Slowly, Elise became aware that the music box had wound down and the room was cloaked in silence.
Finally, his lips brushing against her ear, Trey murmured, "I love you, Elise." Then he lifted his head and looked in her eyes. “I want to make you as happy as you make me.”
Elise’s heart twinged at the raw emotion in his expression. Gone was the cold, angry man she’d met just a few weeks ago. The man holding her now wore his love and vulnerability openly on his face. “Baby, you do.” She squeezed him tight against her. “You make me happier than I’ve ever been.”
“I didn’t tonight. I was insecure and jealous, and I ruined your evening.”
“Trey, I thought we settled this.”
“I know. I just want to be sure. I want you to know that I’ll do whatever it takes. I don’t want to lose you.”
“I won’t leave you, Trey, and I want you to be happy as well. I don’t ever want to make you feel jealous. I don’t want to be like Elizabeth.”
“You are not like Elizabeth,” he insisted, his expression hardening. “She never really cared for either one of us, Elise. That’s what Rad and I didn’t understand at the time. We thought she loved us both, wanted us both, and couldn’t choose between us. That’s why we decided to ask her if she’d consider our proposal for the three of us to be together. We knew it was scandalous and risky, but our parents managed the same type of relationship quite discreetly and it worked out well for them.”
Elise’s jaw dropped in amazement. “Your parents were a threesome?”
“As I said, they were very discreet. Even Rad and I had no clue until my father told us. Mother and Uncle Lawrence had passed on by then, so I suppose Father felt it was all right to finally tell us their secret. He was only trying to help Rad and me, keep us from killing each other over Elizabeth.”
“Obviously, she didn’t go for it.”
“No, she didn’t.” Trey scowled at the memory. “I was the one who asked her. She was so disgusted by the idea, she couldn’t get away from me fast enough. She was mounted on her horse, ready to leave, and I made the mistake of grabbing the reins. I thought if I could get her to stay and talk about it… But she hit me with her crop, then her horse reared, I fell and…” He glanced down between them at his leg. “If that weren’t enough, she took up with Jeff Turner shortly after and the two of them made it their mission to spread the news of Rad’s and my perversion. Our reputations were ruined.”
Elise hugged him, stroking his back, wishing she could ease the pain of those memories for him. “No wonder you were so reluctant to be close to me again.”
“I knew it could never work between us unless you were willing to consider a relationship with Rad as well, but I was afraid to ask.”
“I understand. I’m very glad Rad decided to risk it, though.”
“I still can’t believe you said yes.”
“Well, I was kind of surprised myself,” she admitted. “I’d never considered such a relationship before, but being with you and Rad… Well, it seems right, like I belong with both of you.” Being with them was as comforting as the steady drum of Trey’s heartbeat beneath her cheek.
“What we’re doing is completely taboo, Elise. If people find out, you’ll be labeled a whore. We’ll all be ostracized socially.”
“I know. I hope that doesn’t happen, but I’m prepared to face it if it does.” The bleakness in Trey’s voice as he’d mentioned the possible repercussions of their relationship made Elise press him more. “What about you? Are you having second thoughts about it? About what will happen if we’re found out?”
Trey shook his head. “Rad and I have faced it before. We could do it again. No, my is
sue is of a more intimate nature.” At Elise’s prodding, he continued, “I need to adjust to the idea of you and Rad together… what you do together. I thought I was prepared for it, but it’s harder than I expected. I’m just feeling possessive, selfish, and I have to get over it.”
Elise paused before she spoke. She couldn’t believe what she was about to suggest, but it could be the answer to their problem. “Maybe… maybe it would be easier for you to adjust if you were with us. You know, the three of us together, at the same time. Maybe you wouldn’t feel as jealous if you were a part of it instead of alone in your room wondering what we’re doing.”
“I don’t know, Elise. I couldn’t ask you to…” A flush crept over his face, but a spark of arousal flared in his eyes. “Would you want to do something like that? Be with two men at once?”
Despite his hesitation, the tell-tale huskiness in his voice told her he was at the very least intrigued by her suggestion, and it brought another flood of wetness to her already moist sex. “With any other men, I think I’d be too scared, but you and Rad… God, I want you both so much, the thought of being with you together-” She bit her lip, fighting against the raw wave of hunger coursing through her at the mental image of the three of them. “Trey, I’m about two seconds away from coming, just thinking about it.”
A groan rumbled from Trey’s chest, and he gathered her tightly against him as he claimed her mouth in a kiss that made her legs weak. When they came up for air at last, he bent to pick up his cane, then took her hand and led her out of the ballroom and downstairs.
“Where are we going?” Elise asked breathlessly.
“Where do you think?”
They stopped in the hallway outside Rad’s bedroom door.
Chapter Fifteen
Elise’s knees almost buckled. “Are you sure? I mean are you ready for this?”
Trey gave her a devilish look, one dark brow arched, then turned her around and pinned her back against the door, pressing his body fully against hers. “The question is, are you ready for this? Are you sure you can handle both of us? Because I’m feelin’ a little adventurous tonight, darlin’.” The sexy, southern drawl that he usually minimized thickened his voice and made Elise's blood run hot and fast.
“Seriously?” she persisted weakly, not yet convinced that his sudden change of heart on the issue was what he really wanted. “I mean, there’s no rush if you want to think about it first.”
He grinned and pressed a finger to her lips. “Elise, please. I’m trying to be spontaneous here and you’re asking too many questions.”
The door behind Elise gave way and she pitched backward with a gasp, but two strong arms caught her from behind. She twisted her head up and saw Rad shoot Trey a look, then peer down at her, totally confused. He was in his robe, dressed for bed. She gave him an uncertain smile. “Surprise! I hope we didn’t wake you.”
Rad chuckled and looked again at his brother. “No, you didn’t, but I’m somewhat at a loss here. It’s your night, Trey, shouldn’t you be-”
“You know what they say about looking a gift horse in the mouth,” Trey cut in. “Are you going to let us in? I’d hate to have to explain this to Rachael if she overheard us out here in the hall.”
Rad stood Elise on her feet and turned her in his arms, then lifted her chin. His eyes were hot with promise. “Is this what you want?”
She was nervous, but there was no way she was going to turn back now. This was a fantasy come true. Elise lifted up on her toes and threaded her fingers into his golden hair. “Oh, yeah, baby. More than anything.” She caught his lower lip lightly between her teeth then slipped her tongue inside his eager mouth. She knew she’d slid back into her twenty-first century manner of speech. It had a tendency to happen when she was hot and bothered. But she’d stopped worrying about trying to sound like a proper southern belle around Trey and Rad, because they never seemed to care about her verbal faux pas. Perhaps because it reminded them she was Elise, not Elizabeth.
Without breaking the kiss, Rad drew her inside the bedroom. Trey followed, shutting and locking the door behind him. As Rad continued to devour her mouth, Elise felt Trey working the buttons on the back of her gown. He managed to open the whole row very quickly then went to work on the ties of her corset. When he was finished, the two men lifted her dress off over her head then rapidly divested her of her underskirts, corset and chemise, until she stood between them in only her stockings and slippers. Her skin tingled with goosebumps as they both caressed her, Trey running his hands from her shoulders to her breasts, while Rad skimmed over her back and buttocks.
“Are you chilly?” Trey asked, gently plucking her tightly puckered nipples.
“Yes. Take off your clothes, both of you. I want to feel your hot, bare skin pressed against me.”
Rad gave her bottom a squeeze. “Did you hear that, Trey? I do believe our little woman is ordering us around.”
“Excuse me? Little woman?” Elise tried to sound indignant, but it was difficult with two sets of hands touching her so intimately. She arched like a cat into their caresses, craving the warmth of their touch and the tingle it left in its wake.
Trey ignored her protest and answered Rad. “I did, and I’m beginning to see that you were right earlier about my being too lenient with her.”
Rad’s smile was wolfish. “Would you like to do the honors?” He lowered his head and nipped Elise on the shoulder. “Or should I?”
“Why don’t you start, then I’ll take a turn.” Trey removed the pins and jeweled net from her hair, releasing the thick mane to spill down her back. He pushed it aside and brushed his lips against her ear. “Would you like that, Elise? Do you want us both to spank you before we fuck you?”
His voice was rough with erotic promise and it sent a shiver down her spine, of desire, not fright. She trusted both Trey and Rad completely, and knew that despite the gruffly given commands or firmness in their handling, they only wanted to give her pleasure. She could stop them at any time if she felt overwhelmed. She loved that feeling of letting go of her inhibitions, giving control over to them for a little while. It was funny that although she’d experienced only a barely adequate love life in the sexually casual twenty-first century, she was finding true liberation and satisfaction in a ménage relationship with two very proper nineteenth century gentlemen. Well, they were proper outside the bedroom, anyway.
“Mm, yes,” she sighed, laying her head back against Trey’s chest and lifting her breasts into his caresses. “Touch me, spank me, fuck me… I want it all.”
“And we want to give it to you. Just let go, sweetness, and let us take care of you. We’ll give you so much pleasure,” Rad promised, then claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss. She was breathless when he finally pulled back and said, “Go over to the bed, bend over face down and spread your legs.”
Her legs felt watery, but Elise did as Rad instructed, her excitement doubling at the thought that Trey would be watching and participating in their play. The coverlet was cool against her flushed cheek, as was the air against her wet, exposed pussy while she waited for Rad’s first touch on her upturned backside. He slowly stroked her bottom for a few moments, making her groan in anticipation of the first stinging swat, then gave it to her, followed by three more in rapid succession before pausing to finger her. Elise couldn’t control the cry of passion that escaped her as she looked over her shoulder at the men behind her, both staring raptly at her pussy as it tightened around Rad’s fingers. She was struck again by how devastatingly handsome the two were; one dark, one golden, both cream-your-panties gorgeous. And they wanted her, only her. It was a heady aphrodisiac.
“See how drenched she is, Trey,” Rad pointed out, sliding his long fingers in and out of her slippery channel. Elise sighed and relaxed back down on the mattress, spreading her legs wider, opening to him completely. “She loves it. Our Elise is a wonderfully naughty girl.” His fingers left her and another series of smacks landed on her warm bottom, making her stiffen an
d gasp at the sudden shift from pleasure and pain.
“Oh, please, Rad,” Elise begged. “Don’t stop fingering me. Please, I need to feel you inside me.” Three fingers pressed back into her pussy and she moaned with relief at the exquisite stretching of her inner muscles. “Oh, yes…” She looked over her shoulder again and saw it was Trey who was pleasuring her this time. He looked so proper in his formal evening clothes, but his expression was anything but proper as he finger fucked her throbbing sex. “Oh, God yes, Trey.”
Trey rubbed her buttocks with his other hand. “Your bottom is so warm and pink, Elise. Does it feel good?” Elise could only bite her lip and nod shakily, then gasp when he suddenly swatted the cheek he’d been palming. His spank was lighter than Rad’s; she could tell he was still afraid of hurting her.
Elise pushed back onto his stroking fingers and wiggled her butt under his hand. “Harder, Trey. Spank me. Spank my ass harder. Please!” He complied, paddling her firmly as he continued to work her pussy, until she came with a wavering cry, drenching his fingers with her climax and dropped limply on the bed. As she lay there catching her breath, she could hear the sound of the men removing their clothes behind her, then a pair of hands hooked under her thighs, lifting and spreading them. Hot breath brushed against her pussy. She moaned and bucked her hips, knowing what was coming next.
“Hold still, sweetness, so I can taste that hot little cunt of yours,” Rad ordered, then went to work with his nimble tongue. Both Trey and Rad were so good at that, she was a bit jealous knowing they’d obviously perfected their technique on other lucky women before her. She’d just climaxed, but Rad’s swirling, plunging tongue was quickly reigniting the fire in her belly. She grabbed handfuls of the coverlet and ground her hips back against his face. Rad groaned, lapping up and savoring her cream. “Damn, Trey. She tastes incredible. I could do this all night.”
“I know,” Trey agreed in a hoarse tone, then moved to Elise’s side, tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her head back to capture her mouth, the intensity of his desire evident in his ravaging kiss. “I want you to suck my cock while Rad licks your pussy,” he growled against her lips.