Ménage a Must (6 page)

“I hope you know what you’re doing. His lordship might find your scheme objectionable.”

“Of course I do.” Annabelle peeked through the door, and stepped out. Molly locked the room as a precaution. She let out a yelp when Annabelle grabbed her forearm and towed her down the corridor.

“Have you any idea how to find the earl in this maze?” Molly whispered, and lifted the candlestick.

“Yes, I know where his apartments are. I was given the royal tour yesterday, when Priscilla still considered him a viable son-in-law.”

After what felt like working their way through a large warren, Annabel stopped before a polished black oak door. Without a moment of hesitation, she rapped on the wood panel.

The door swung open to reveal an annoyed earl. Sleepy-eyed, hair tousled, he looked very approachable and very appealing to Molly. She couldn’t help but notice his muscular, hair-dusted calves beneath the hem of his robe.

“What the hell…?” He grabbed Annabelle and pulled her into his room. A second later Molly suffered the same fate.

“A little late to be paying a call, isn’t it?” The earl leaned against the wall with an air of expectancy.

“Pish, I have a proposition for you.” Annabelle forged ahead.

“At one in the morning? Couldn’t it wait?”

“I don’t have time to shilly-shally. You have to know why Priscilla dragged me here.”

“Well, yes, but I got the impression my title now pales beside Haversham’s.” His eyes flicked over to Molly. “Don’t you want to do this in private?”

Maybe she should, but Molly wasn’t budging until she was satisfied that Annabelle was in safe hands.

“Molly is privy to all my plans. If this does not go as I hope, we’ll be asking you to help us get to Plymouth and find passage on a fast ship to New York.” Annabelle drew in a deep breath and blurted out, “We should marry. You’ll get what you need and I’ll get what I want.”

“And what is that, pray tell?”

“You get my fortune at your disposal, and I get the protection of marriage to free me from Priscilla,” Annabelle whispered, looking a bit drawn.

The earl’s eyes narrowed as he studied Annabelle. She stood before him, pale, her hands curled into fists. All the bravado seemed to have bled out of her. Molly bit her lip as they waited for the earl’s response. He flicked a pointed glance at Molly, and tilted his head towards the door, but she folded her arms over her breasts.

His lips twitched. “It seems we’ll be having this intimate discussion with your guardian dragon in attendance. Much as I find your proposal intriguing, I think we both want more than that from our union. I should also tell you I won’t countenance a cold woman in my bed or a countess who gads about London.”

“Cold? You didn’t think I was cold when you kissed me and fondled my—” Annabelle retorted before she caught herself and clamped her mouth.

“No, I didn’t.” His lips curved into a smile, warm, enticing and a bit predatory as he stared at Molly’s mistress. “I have no intention of letting Haversham put his hands on you.” He stalked over to the girl staring up at him with open adoration and brushed his fingers over Annabelle’s flushed cheek.

“You don’t?” Annabelle launched herself into the earl’s arms.

Molly shook her head. The girl knew nothing about restraint, but she was the earl’s problem now. “I’ll be back for you in a few hours.”

“I’ll escort her back to her rooms,” the lord murmured, his attention fixed on the woman in his arms.

“Yes, sir.” Molly nipped out of the door. She had a rendezvous of her own to keep.

Chapter Ten

Night-time in the English countryside was almost pitch black without any moonlight. Molly increased her pace to avoid stumbling across anything that might jump, hop or slither over her feet. She sighed with relief when she saw light shining through the lone glass window of Graeme’s cottage.

Graeme and Logan looked up as she entered the room. And what a handsome sight they were. A grin spread across Graeme’s face, her welcome assured. “We’d just about given up any hope of you showing.” He rose and stalked across the room and took her hands in his. “You’re chilled.”

“It’s nippy outside and I didn’t have a shawl with me.”

“This should warm you.” Logan joined them and offered her a pewter mug.

She lifted a brow. “More wine from his lordship’s cellar?”

“Now, lass, it’s just a bit of local ale.”

She sipped and savoured the nutty brew. It was stronger than she’d expected. Molly coughed when it tickled her throat and warmed her belly.

She handed Logan the mug and undid the first button on her bodice. “An hour or two at most is all I can chance. My mistress is with your master. He’s probably having his way with her, not that she is resistant, but it wouldn’t do for his valet to find her in his bed.”

“Hobbs is a master of discretion.” Logan placed his mouth on the spot she’d bared. Every muscle in her body tightened in anticipation.

Molly reached up and cradled the back of Logan’s head. “Are you going to waste time with talk or are you going to do your worst? Or should I say give me your best?”

“We’d better pack as many new experiences as we can into the time we have,” Graeme murmured.

“New? We’ve done every wicked thing we could think of the last time I was here.”

“Oh, I believe we can come up with one or two things we haven’t done,” Logan drawled as he scooped her up and carried her into the dim bedroom.

He set her down and both men took their time undressing Molly. They caressed her to tease and arouse. By the time Logan and Graeme had liberated her from her clothing, Molly was panting like a thirsty puppy.

Wearing nothing but her hose, garters and shoes, Molly trailed her fingertips over the pronounced bulges between their thighs. “I feel a bit underdressed. It hardly seems fair with me standing here wearing nothing but a blush.”

Lusty glitters heated Graeme’s and Logan’s eyes and the tempo of their breathing increased. Satisfaction, the kind a woman felt when she knew her lover—or in this case lovers—wanted her above all else, filled Molly.

“All in good time.” Logan’s hoarse murmur laid bare the depth of his arousal. He picked her up and dropped her on the centre of the bed. “But first we have to get you ready for what we have in mind.”

“I won’t need much preparation. I’m already wet.” Molly parted her legs and threaded her finger through the moisture-laden down clinging to her nether lips.

Her hand was brushed out of the way and her lovers slipped their fingers into her damp cleft. Molly had no idea how many, she’d lost the ability to count. They fondled her pearl, teased her fleshy labia, and slid their fingers into her tight depths. It felt like heaven but it was torturous at the same time. Each stroke pushed her to the edge but didn’t send her into the sweet abyss of an orgasm.

Molly palmed her full breasts and tweaked her nipples until they elongated. The hard nubs stood out like a pair of marzipan cherries on mounds of quivering blancmange.

Logan pulled his shirt over his head and shucked off his breeches. Long and lean, he towered over Molly. His cock sprang from the thick patch of ebony hair on his groin. It bobbed in the air, promising her a sweet ride.

Graeme shed his clothes, his movements uncoordinated in his haste. His cock, weighed down by its sheer bulk, hung at half-mast between his muscular thighs.

The contrast between the men’s physiques fired Molly’s imagination and filled her head with titillating scenarios. Two cocks, hers to do with as she pleased. If Molly had her way, she’d be cock-stuffed in a moment, one in her mouth to suck on and the other in her cunny. With any luck, she’d stay that way until she slipped away in the morning.

In unison, her companions knelt on the bed, leaned over Molly, and each took hold of a breast. Both men captured one of the nipples she was pinching between her thumbs and forefingers with their mouths. She relinquished them to their ministrations. Warm heat surrounded her taut flesh. With hungry tugs, bites and licks over the aching crests the wicked duo stirred her up something fierce.

Their actions incited Molly to want to pay them back in kind. After all, they weren’t the only ones who could drive a lover to distraction.

She grasped their rigid flesh. Hands full, she slid her palms up and down their erections until the sound of their groans reverberated through her swollen breasts. She quaked, and heaved up, pushing her breasts and crotch harder against their mouths and agile fingers.

To madden them further, she grazed the pads of her thumbs over the damp knobby crowns of their cocks. When she released their shafts, Molly ignored the grunts of protest, which turned to moans when she cradled their balls, and dandled them as if she weighed the sacs. She palpated the sweet spot beyond the heavy jism-filled spheres.

Blunt-tipped fingers twisted to reach high up into her, but Molly didn’t know whose they were and she didn’t care. All that mattered was the pleasure swamping her senses. She gained some release in small explosive bursts, building a bigger orgasm that would bring her to the fullness of true satisfaction.

Graeme reared back, which pulled his fingers from her saturated pussy. It left Molly floundering, even though Logan fondled her clit.

He sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ll spill my seed like a green boy in a second.”

Molly pushed up on her elbows and smirked at him. Like a maypole, Graeme’s engorged rod stood upright, turgid and unyielding.

“I can take care of that for you if you’ll crawl up here between my legs,” Molly offered, and shifted her limbs to make room to accommodate his body.

Graeme slid his hand up her calf. “Nothing I’d like better but we’ll leave Logan hanging.” He dropped his gaze to Logan’s equally aggressive erection.

“Do you trust us, Molly?”

Cautioned by the odd question, Molly licked her lips. She did, considering the shortness of their acquaintanceship.

Molly noted the look of hungry expectancy on their faces. “I do, but why do you ask?”

“We’d like to take you at the same time.”

She set her foot on his cock and slid the sole of it over his shaft to show her acquiescence to anything he suggested. Happenstance had brought her attentive and imaginative cocks-men. “My tongue and pussy are at your disposal.” She tugged at Logan’s manhood so she could take him into her mouth, but he didn’t move as she’d expected.

Logan aligned his body to Molly’s and wrapped his arms around her. “No, love, together. Graeme will thrust into your quim and I’ll sink into your hole.”

She’d heard of such an act but wasn’t so jaded that she’d experienced two men taking her at once. Before Logan, she’d found anal sex uncomfortable and not in the least bit pleasurable.

Two at once. Molly licked her lips. They’d been gentle and caring. “Won’t it hurt?”

“We want to do nothing but pleasure you, pet. If you have any discomfort, we’ll desist.” Graeme winked at her, grasped her ankles, and drew her to the edge of the bed. He took hold of her waist, swung her over to have her straddle his hips to face him with her legs on the bed on either side of his pelvis.

Cool air wafted over the moist dew-coated tissues in her cleft and fanned over the sensitive membranes in her anus. She trembled with wary anticipation.

Graeme pressed his cock into the nest of hair on her plump mons. With her folds agape, her bud slid down the length as he lowered her onto his lap. Molly gasped and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. The ravenous kiss took her by storm. There was nothing sweet about it, it was a ravishment. He suckled on the tip of her tongue, nipped and laved, demanding surrender. Molly wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts to his chest.

He tightened his grip on her waist, dropped back, taking her down with him. Graeme’s manhood pulsed on the soft cushion of her belly. Molly jolted when Logan gripped her hips, and she clenched her sphincter.

“Easy, love,” Logan murmured. He rubbed the swollen head of his cock over the length of her slit. Her legs trembled like a racehorse at the gate on the cusp of an event.

She let out a husky mewl against Graeme’s mouth when Logan rammed himself into her hot depths in one sure thrust. Molly jerked and tried to rear up but Graeme held her fast. The glide and flow of his thrusts over the satiny flesh made her wet, which eased his way.

Molly pushed back and worked her channel, the piston plunging in and out of her. The sounds and smell of sex filled the small room. She heard the muted thuds of his body slapping against hers and inhaled the musky fragrances she emitted, mingled with the masculine scent of her lovers’ bodies, and her pussy constricted Logan’s member.

Soon, she’d come soon. As the thought left her head Logan pulled out of her. Graeme sat up, lifted her, set his shaft to her sheath which Logan had just abandoned, and forced her down on his straining sex to impale her to the quick. Her pussy’s lips clamped around him. The contrast between their cocks was not that great. Logan was longer, but Graeme’s bulkiness stretched and filled her even more. One day, she’d take measurements when they weren’t so heated.

“Ride me, Molly,” Graeme commanded. Molly used her legs to lever her up and down the length of the meaty spike.

“Ahhh darling, you’re almost there, aren’t you.” Face grim, caught up in the throes of ecstasy, Graeme eased back.

Logan gripped her by the back of the neck to hold her still. He pushed her upper body forward, gathered lubricant from the point where she and Graeme joined. The brush of Logan’s fingers sent a series of violent shudders through the both of them.

She flinched and tensed at the first intrusive nudge against the ring of her nether muscles. She felt a pinch and a sting under the pressure Logan applied before the snug ring of sinew gave way. Logan paused, his breath harsh and harried against her back. Graeme petted her pearl until she relaxed.

In short, slow increments Logan pushed forward to widen her to accept him. The faint prickle of his pubic hair against her buttocks gave her an additional level of sensation.

A faint sheen of sweat sprang up on her skin. Her men waited and fondled her—Logan her breasts and Graeme the snug flesh wrapped around his member.