Authors: Cheryl Brooks
Tags: #Romance
Steadying himself, he rose to his feet, his fingers gliding up the full length of her delightful form. Over the back of her legs to her buttocks, back, and shoulders. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her full on the mouth.
Behind him, Nick cleared his throat. “William…if you please…”
Turning around, he beheld his master waiting patiently, a puddle of semen in the palm of his hand. “I cannot undress myself without losing this, and I sincerely wish to fuck you with it.”
Juliet’s peal of laughter thrilled him to his toes. “And what a shame that would be.” She scampered over to the bed, pulling back the covers while William set about removing Nick’s clothes.
“It would appear that we shall be christening her bed first,” Nick remarked. “How delightful.”
William kept his eyes focused on his task, knowing that Juliet now lay sprawled on the bed waiting for him to dive into her.
“You are in for
such
a treat.”
As always, Nick’s lazy drawl and slow wink turned Will’s thumbs to butter. “Hush, my lord,” Will admonished. “Otherwise, I’ll
never
get you undone.”
“And here I’ve been bragging on your competence.”
“He is
quite
competent,” Juliet said. “I only wish I could tell that to the world.”
“You can,” said Nick. “You simply have to compliment his expertise in other areas. Trust me, I shall know precisely what you mean.”
William finally had Nick stripped to his knees. “If you would sit down, my lord, I’ll remove your boots.”
Nick laughed. “Titillating, is it not, Juliet? Having my boots removed by a naked man with quite the biggest, hardest prick I’ve ever seen.”
“It is indeed,” she replied. “I cannot wait for him to fuck me.”
William couldn’t wait, either. Dropping the last of Nick’s garments on the floor, he climbed onto the bed. Crawling up between Juliet’s outstretched legs, he sank slowly into her warmth, only to discover that his imagination had cheated him. The reality was far better than his dreams.
She welcomed him into her body with a smile, a soft moan, and the gentle touch of her hand upon his chest. And her eyes…he was drowning in their deep blue depths. He opened his mouth to speak, but she shushed him with a finger pressed to his lips.
“No words, William. Only feelings.”
He rocked into her, her slick heat hugging his cock like a glove. She tightened around him, drawing him in farther. A hand on the small of his back reminded him that they were not alone. His other lover was about to enter him.
Nick must’ve laved his cock with semen
and
oil, for it slid into his bum with scarcely any resistance. William sucked a breath in through his teeth, his mind and body awash in an ecstasy so complete, he would never be quite the same again. Barely able to move, he let the undulations of Nick’s hips drive him into Juliet.
Sighing, she gazed first at him and then looked past him to Nick. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes as they squeezed shut and her body contracted around him.
He knew just exactly what she felt.
Joy, elation, love…
With a sob, his balls clenched, and he spilled his seed into her.
* * * *
Nick had never been a part of anything quite so wondrous before. He should’ve felt like an outsider—disconnected, added on at the last moment. But he didn’t feel that way at all. Rocking into Will pushed him farther into Juliet. He was making love to them both, and when they each attained the pinnacle of ecstasy, the sight of his two lovers caught up in the throes of orgasm fulfilled him in ways he couldn’t begin to explain or even understand.
They belong to me, and I to them.
He could see Juliet’s tears, could feel William’s sobs, and knew that they felt no sorrow. They both cried from sheer joy—the same reason his own eyes had grown misty. Easing his thrusts, he recalled the day he’d done this by the riverbank. He’d thought he loved William then, thought to entice Juliet with his skill. He’d been kidding himself, of course. This was a far greater pleasure than any he had ever known.
His vision filled with the two people he now loved more than life itself, he surrendered himself to them.
Completely, and for all time.
Juliet awoke the following morning thankful that she had
not
brought a maid with her. She wanted no one to ever intrude on her mornings—unless it was one of the two men lying close beside her.
Nick’s bed might have been the larger of the two, but she felt warm and cozy tucked in between her two husbands. Or was it one husband and a lover?
She stroked the thigh of the man to her left, completely unaware of which one he might be.
It doesn’t matter. I will give the other attention in a moment.
Dawn was breaking. The kitchen fires probably hadn’t even been lit yet. Only the soft murmurs of the men as they slept and the birds singing in the garden below broke the silence. This was a moment of pure bliss. She would lie in it a while longer.
Rotherford’s gesture in allowing William the opportunity to get her with child spoke volumes for his love—for herself, and for William. Very few in his position would’ve been as generous. Strange that she hadn’t considered that William’s ginger hair would be a concern. If that trait hadn’t also been in her family, fingers would’ve been pointed without mercy.
But that problem didn’t exist. She could make love with both men in any manner she chose. It simply didn’t matter.
Perhaps she was being premature, but if she didn’t love these two, she couldn’t imagine what true love might be like. She already cared for them so very deeply, so very much.
Sighing, the man on her right turned onto his side, draping an arm across her hip.
Nick.
Turning her head to the left, she met William’s gaze—a gaze so filled with love, the beauty of it smote her heart. She held her breath, unwilling to break the spell, all the while knowing that it must happen eventually. Their day would begin with William throwing back the covers to resume his duties as footman and valet. Nick would attend to the needs of his estate, and she would begin her new life as the lady of the house.
And to think, only a few days prior, she’d been desperately lonely and shockingly unloved. “What did I ever do to deserve the two of you?”
William shook his head, smiling. “It doesn’t work that way. We take the good with the bad in this life. And right now, it’s all good.”
“Mmm?” Nick stirred beside her. “What’s good?”
Juliet sighed. “
Everything
.”
* * * *
After breakfast, Rotherford introduced her to the staff. William was included with the others as though they might never have met, let alone been introduced. He paused afterward, scratching his head. “Although, you may remember William from our tour of the estate.”
“Yes, my lord,” she said, barely able to suppress a giggle. “My memory is quite good.”
“Excellent,” Nick said. “Which is a good thing, because mine is sometimes shockingly bad. I do believe we shall deal extremely well together.”
Several of the maids tittered until the housekeeper, a round-faced woman getting up in years, shushed them.
“Come now, Mrs. Biggs,” Rotherford said. “You mustn’t stop them from laughing. How else will I know when I’ve said something witty?”
Mrs. Biggs rolled her eyes. “Don’t you be talkin’ that way, my lord. You’ll give them airs, you will.”
“Completely unnecessary,” he said with a casual wave. “Their manners are already quite polished. Indeed, I have the best staff in the country. And they know their worth—plus, they know wit when they hear it.”
Juliet could scarcely believe the smiles. If there had ever been a smiling face at Clarenhurst Hall, she hadn’t seen it. Rotherford was a far better master than the earl had ever been. As Nick took her on an extended tour of the house, she saw further evidence to support this opinion.
He’d said he couldn’t claim responsibility for the cleanliness of his carpets, but Juliet disagreed. These people worked not only for their wages, but took pride in what they did. And they did it to please Nick.
“There are many rooms in this house you may seldom see again, but at least you’ll know they are here somewhere.” He grinned wickedly. “Though I daresay you could locate the portrait gallery without a guide.”
She gave his arm a pinch. “I shall take walks through the entire building every day until I have memorized the contents of each room. I hope to become as good a mistress as you are a master.”
He raised her hand to his lips. “My dear Juliet, I have no doubt that you will surpass me in very short order. My footman is already quite smitten with you.”
“Really, my lord? I hadn’t noticed.”
“He poured your tea before serving mine this morning. I believe he’s establishing a new pattern.”
She frowned. “Speaking of new patterns, do you suppose I could do without a maid? I cannot wish for there to be anyone
interrupting
anything.”
“I believe William could take care of most of your needs.” His sly wink suggested that he knew just what those needs might be. “However, for appearances’ sake, I suppose you must have
someone
. Mrs. Morgan has a daughter—you recall her from our tour of the grounds, do you not?”
“Yes, I do. Such a delicious picnic she prepared for us.”
“Indeed. Anyway, she has a daughter who I am sure could help you with whatever you may require.” He paused. “In the past I have made it clear that only William is to bring up my breakfast. Perhaps we should alter that habit.”
“How so?”
“We could have breakfast in the morning room, rather than my bedchamber, the way
civilized
people do.”
“We might actually dress for breakfast.”
“My God.” He stopped dead in his tracks. “We
would
have to dress, wouldn’t we? I must confess I prefer eating breakfast naked in my bed with my Juliet and—”
“Me?” William finished for him as he came around the corner.
Nick rolled his eyes. “You see? You never know when he’ll pop up. Tricky fellow.” After glancing both ways, he leaned closer to kiss Will’s cheek.
After a quick look around of his own, William kissed Juliet right on the lips, leaving her slightly breathless. “I am only here to report what the other servants are saying about you, my lady. They are quite pleased at the way you have Nick wrapped around your finger. Mrs. Biggs has already set two of the maids to scouring and polishing the nursery. There was even talk of fresh paint.”
“Oh, my…” Juliet said faintly. “So soon?”
“They believe in being prepared,” Nick said. “I think they’re a bit perturbed with me for springing you on them.”
“You didn’t take them
completely
by surprise,” William admitted. “I did mention that there was a young lady coming to the party for a very
specific
purpose.”
“You didn’t tell them she was only here to see if she met with your approval, did you?” Nick asked.
“Of course not,” Will replied. “I said she was here for
your
approval.”
“And what about
my
approval?” Juliet asked. “Didn’t it count for anything?”
Nick grinned. “More than you will ever know.”
* * * *
After lunch, Nick introduced Juliet to his gardeners. “I have assured Lady Rotherford that she shall have free rein in the rose garden. Therefore, she may prune and pluck and hoe to her heart’s content. She may even pull them up by the roots and start over if she chooses. I am sure she can count on each of you to assist her.”
Nick was pleased to see caps doffed and bows made to his new wife. After the introductions, the men found her a wide, shady hat and gloves, gave her a basket and pruning shears, and turned her loose. He sat on a bench and watched her for a while, scarcely able to believe his good fortune. She was such a gentle soul—passionate, to be sure—but pleasant, like a cool breeze on a hot day. Considering her background, she might have grown bitter and resentful, but she hadn’t. She’d remained sweet and kind in spite of the earl’s tyranny.
He left her with reluctance, knowing that estate business awaited him in his study. Although he worked steadily for several hours, his thoughts often drifted back to her, and the recollection of her kneeling in the rose beds, happily pulling weeds, made him smile. When he’d finished his work, he went back out to check on her. She was dirty, sweaty, and perfectly content to be so.
“Oh, Nick,” she sighed as he approached. “I am truly in heaven. William brings me a glass of lemonade almost hourly, and the gardeners are as nice as can be. I could stay here forever.”
“I am pleased to hear it. This garden is yours. Consider it a wedding present.”
She gazed up at him with misty eyes. “You are too generous, my lord.”