Authors: Kate Pearce
he circled my labia with his finger.
“It’s all right, love. I’ll give you something to ease the emptiness. Hold still.” He
withdrew a large linen handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned his seed and my
wetness from between my legs and buttocks. His handkerchief was soaked by the time
he finished. I watched in fascination as he twisted the fabric around and fashioned it
into a fair approximation of a cock. I shivered as he pushed the knotted, wadded fabric
deep inside me.
“Does that help a little?” I nodded and he took my hand and led me to the bed. “I
have some business to attend to this afternoon. I suggest you sleep and I will see you at
dinner.” I could do no more than manage another weak nod in his direction as he
headed downstairs. I curled up in a ball, forcing the handkerchief to remain in my still
sensitive passage. Delicious shudders continued to torment my breasts and womb as I
obligingly fell asleep.
Dinner was served in the smaller of the two dining rooms. Gideon had dismissed
his staff so we ate alone without ceremony. Even so, the table could have seated eight
and I felt a little overwhelmed. The dark crimson décor and portraits of Harcourt
ancestors glowering down at me did little to increase my appetite. Gideon, normally the
perfect host, seemed ill at ease, his attention on the clock or on the door. My efforts at
conversation soon petered out. By the time we reached dessert I had given up.
I was not completely surprised when, sometime after nine, I heard a familiar if
harsher voice ring out in the hallway.
“Gideon, where in hell’s name are you? After leaving me desperate messages
around half of London you should at least have the courtesy to be on your deathbed.”
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My gaze flew to the door where Gervase, Gideon’s twin, stood framed in the
doorway. He hadn’t bothered to shed his cloak or his gloves and his guinea gold hair
had curled in the rain. His face was harder than Gideon’s and his stance more rigid. I
glimpsed the muted sheen of his scarlet and gold dress uniform under his muddy cloak.
His narrowed blue eyes flew past Gideon and settled on me. I stiffened at the arctic
blast of his furious gaze.
He stripped off his gloves as he advanced down the room, his attention on Gideon
who displayed no visible alarm. “Georgiana told me that you had a new mistress.” He
flicked a contemptuous glance in my direction, “Is that why you sent for me, to gloat?”
Before Gideon could speak, I leapt to my feet and came around the table to stand
toe to toe with Gervase. I had to lift my chin to see into his eyes. Why did he suddenly
seem so much taller and more threatening than Gideon?
“For your information, Gervase Harcourt, I am not your brother’s mistress.” My
anger died a little at his skeptical stare. I forced myself to continue. “If you wish to
inquire into what is a private matter between your brother and me, then I cannot stop
you. I do not, however, have to stand here and listen to you malign me.”
With a toss of my head I attempted to step around him. He caught my elbow and
yanked me close.
“I was your first lover, Eden. Doesn’t that give me any rights?”
His voice was deeper and harder than I remembered. The compelling charm
underscored by the harsh tones of command. His arm muscles flexed under his coat as
he easily fought off my attempts to escape him.
I cast a quick glance over my shoulder at Gideon who looked unsurprised at this
revelation. A vague foreboding came over me as I took in Gideon’s smug expression.
“You brought me here for Gervase, didn’t you?” I whispered. Gideon bowed his
head in acknowledgment. “You wanted him to find me.”
Full of indignation, I again tried to slip free of Gervase’s unyielding fingers.
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“Your rights, as you call them, Gervase, ended when you went off to London and
left me to the mercy of your father and a hasty marriage.” I knew my voice was
trembling but I could do nothing to control it. “What I choose to do with your brother in
recompense for eight years of hell has nothing to do with you.”
Gervase retained his grip as he shrugged out of his cloak. “Hell, Eden? You know
damn well why I left,” he roared. “You told me to!”
Gideon cleared his throat and brought a glass of brandy around the table to give to
Gervase who continued to glare at me.
“Gervase,” he said softly, “Father recently told me why Eden asked you to leave.
Will you allow me to…”
Gervase shook his head, his expression menacing. “No, Gideon, let the black widow
explain.”
My indignation rose to new heights at his stubborn male perversity. “I told you to
leave because your father informed me you were already betrothed and that if I kicked
up a fuss he would disinherit you.”
Gervase dropped his hand from my arm. I was at last able to stumble towards the
door. My eyes filled with tears as I realized anew what I had been forced to give up. No
wonder I had allowed Gideon to touch me. He was as close as I could get to Gervase.
“Eden, wait.”
It was Gideon who barred my way this time. “Gervase and I didn’t know what my
father threatened. Gervase was told that you had chosen to marry a man who was
wealthier than he was.” Gideon stroked my cheek. “I have gone to great lengths to
bring you together. You used to be such good friends. At least stay and talk to him.”
I managed a nod and Gideon left, blowing us both a kiss over his shoulder. I turned
back to the dining table. Gervase slumped in a chair, nursing the brandy Gideon had
given him, one hand clenched in his hair. I took a step towards him, the swish of my
silk skirts loud against the silence and the rain, which brushed the window panes.
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Gervase lifted his head, his blue eyes full of the echoes of past pain. “I was never
betrothed, Eden. My father lied to you. I am not that much of a bastard. I left because
you told me to.”
I regarded him steadily, my hands twisted together on the bodice of my dress.
“And I did not forsake you for a wealthier man.”
Our gazes locked, clung and his expression softened. Gervase raised his glass and
toasted me.
“Well then, shall we agree that we were both too young and too easy for my father
to manipulate?”
I took another step forward and then another. As I drew near, his hand shot out,
curled around my waist and pulled me into his lap. With a sigh, I rested my cheek on
the gold braid of his jacket. He groaned and bit my neck. I breathed in a waft of brandy
and the hint of rain from his skin.
“Can we be friends again then, Gervase?” I asked, lifting my eyes to his and
flinching at the rising frustration I saw there. He buried his hand deep in my hair.
“No,” he growled. “Not friends. I have wanted to touch you like this for years,
Eden.” He bit a little harder. “I’ve spent more nights than I care to count dreaming of
you lying beneath that old man. And too many mornings waking up hard and
desperate to come for you.”
I gasped as his hand slid up from my waist and brushed the underside of my
breasts.
“You had nothing to fear, Gervase. My husband barely touched me. I thought only
of you when he did.” I shuddered at the memory. “It was the only way I could stop
myself from screaming.”
With a snarl, Gervase lifted me from his lap and swept the table clear. A cascade of
fine crystal and china hit the floor with a crash. Thankfully nobody came running. He
laid me down on the tablecloth and I opened my legs to him as he fumbled with his
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breeches. I had but a moment to catch my breath before he was on top of me, his
engorged cock pushing at my entrance.
He planted his hands on either side of my head, arched his back and drove into me
with all his power. I caught my breath as his hard length settled deep inside my
welcoming body. Thank goodness I’d removed the handkerchief. His first full thrust
pushed me halfway across the table.
“Take more, Eden. I need you to take it all.”
I managed to open my eyes at Gervase’s guttural demand and looked down. If
Gideon had sought to prepare me for Gervase, he had vastly underestimated his
brother’s size. A good three inches of Gervase’s cock still begged entrance into my
beleaguered body. God, but I wanted to take every bit inside of me.
I shut my eyes and lifted my hips off the table. With a triumphant shout, Gervase
surged forward. His tongue thrust into my mouth in the same eager pattern as his cock.
He allowed me no time to get used to his massive presence but began to drive into me
with all his strength. I thrust back at him, eager to experience every second of desire,
desperate for the smack of his flesh against mine.
He didn’t slow his pace, each hard stroke of his cock bringing mindless pleasure
and spiraling delight. My sheath tightened and tightened until I screamed with the
intensity of it. I came so hard, milking his shaft, holding him deep within me that I tried
to buck him off. He groaned and pressed me down onto the table.
He waited until I finished pulsating around him and then drew back one last time.
He captured my face between his hands, not a hint of apology on his face for his rough
treatment.
“This time must be for possession. The next will be for your pleasure.”
He thrust forward again. My body urged him on, quickening again with his fierce
intensity, igniting a sensual frenzy until I felt the hot welcome spurt of his seed deep
inside me. He collapsed heavily onto my breast until his breathing began to even out.
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Without ceremony, he picked me up, his cock still inside me. I wrapped my arms
and legs around him and clung on. There was no one in the hall as he carried me
towards the stairs. I felt him jabbing up inside me and I began to feel warm again. We
were only halfway up the grand staircase when he grew even larger and every jolting
step became a shaft of mingled pleasure and frustration.
My fingers bit into his shoulders, urging him to look at me, wanting him to stop. On
the verge of coming, I managed to gasp his name.
“Gervase…”
He took one look at my pleading face and paused to turn my back to the oakpaneled stair wall. When he had me firmly wedged against the wall he removed his
hands from my body and placed them on either side of my head. With a grunt, he
straightened his legs and thrust upwards. My body crashed down to meet him, all my
weight held and centered on his now engorged shaft. It was the most incredible
sensation. I strained to meet every thrust until control left me and I moaned in ecstasy.
Without bothering to speak, Gervase picked me up again and carried me to my
bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed and began to undress, his eyes intent on me, his
cock rampant. He sat on the side of the bed and stripped off my clothes.
When I was naked, he pulled me to my feet and made me stand in between his
thighs. I stared boldly back at him, drinking in the hard muscular lines of his body and
the strength of his desire evident in his wet, dripping cock. In awe, I fell to my knees
and opened my mouth to taste him. He groaned as I licked the drops of pearly fluid
from the tip of his shaft and inserted my tongue into the wet purple slit.
He grasped my waist, lifted me and twisted me around until I crouched over him
on the bed, my mouth still surrounding the head of his cock. He ran his fingers around
the join between my mouth and the straining fullness of his erection.
“Please, Eden…”
With a purr of pleasure, I slid my tongue up and down, taking as much of him into
my mouth as I could and caressing the rest with my fingers. He groaned in time with
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my skillful mouth and grew and grew until I feared I might choke. I stopped thinking
as he filled my mouth and his hips thrust forward in helpless response. I almost lost my
rhythm as he pulled me astride his face and began to torment my swollen pussy with
his tongue and teeth.
I sucked harder and faster as his excitement increased. I lost myself in the textures
of his body and the roughness of his cock thrusting against the roof of my mouth.
“Damnation,” Gervase swore. “I’m going to come if you keep this up. Do you want
that?”
I kept on until he surged into me with a mighty roar. I kept sucking as a stream of
his seed pumped down my throat. He rolled away from me and buried his head in his
hands.
“Christ, Eden, I wanted this time to be for you.” I smiled and licked my lips. The
frustration disappeared from his face. He knelt up on the bed and faced me, hands on
hips. He glanced down at his cock, which was already filling out again, and groaned. “I
don’t know what you do to me but I’ve never been this hard for so long or recovered so
quickly.”
I collapsed back against the pillows, legs open, and just looked at him. One of his
eyebrows arched. “Ah, so I have to pay for my pleasure by pleasuring you?” I nodded
and began to play with one of my nipples. He moved and within an instant crouched
over me, his fingers taking over the caress.