Authors: Cheryl Brooks
Tags: #Romance
Oh, yes, it could. Better the enemy you know…
Brushing the matter aside, she set about studying the workmanship in the carved mantelpiece. Finding no fault with it, her eyes drifted to the cornice work. It was flawless, of course. No interesting defects there to occupy her mind, just as she could discern none in the viscount—or his strikingly attractive footman.
Drat them both.
* * * *
One glance at Will’s broad grin told the story as Nick closed the door to his chambers. “I believe you concur with my assessment of Lady Juliet.”
Nodding, Will stepped closer to relieve Nick of his waistcoat. “She is quite beautiful and would appear to be…friendly.”
“Ah, yes, but
how
friendly? How shall we discover if her
friendliness
might extend to both of us? Something tells me she is not the sort to respond to being told what to do, as you are.”
William appeared to consider this for a moment. “No, although she may respond to a challenge.”
“What? Do you mean we should simply ask her if she would like to have
two
men in her bed? Two men who also enjoy fucking each other?”
Will shook his head, drawing Nick’s attention to the auburn curls that cried out for his touch. “She would be shocked.”
“You think? As shocked as she would be to see me do this?” Gliding his fingers through Will’s hair, Nick pulled him close for a heated, openmouthed kiss. Already hard enough to drive nails, Nick’s cock pulsed in his breeches, sending a spurt of fluid to wet the fabric as his lover’s hand caressed it.
“We need to get you out of these wet clothes, my lord,” Will murmured against his lips.
“Then do it, my good man. Strip me naked, and fuck me.”
A groan rose from the footman’s throat, drawing a smile from the viscount.
“If I were to say something of that nature within her hearing, d’you think that might do it?” Nick asked.
Sinking his teeth into the fullness of his lower lip, Will shook his head. “I believe she might respond more favorably to a…demonstration.”
“A demonstration of our love for each other? Hmm…yes, it might be best to let her
see
what she would be getting—as well as what she has been missing.” He arched a brow as Will began unbuttoning his shirt. “Shall we show her our nude bodies and the pleasure we derive from them?”
“Perhaps.” Tugging the shirttail from Nick’s breeches, Will pushed the shirt over his shoulders and watched as it fell to the floor. Then he unfastened more buttons, exposing Nick’s engorged penis.
Nick had long since dispensed with wearing smallclothes, preferring that Will have easy access to his genitals. “Suck me first. Then shove your cock in my—no, wait. The time I spent with Lady Juliet has me hard as a rutting stag. Show me your cock. I want to suck your balls.”
With a slow, seductive smile, Will dropped his trousers.
Nick sank to his knees, burying his face in his lover’s groin. He dearly loved licking Will until he sprayed semen in his face. His only hope was that Lady Juliet would show similar enthusiasm. Opening his mouth, he sucked each of Will’s nuts in turn, caressing them with his tongue while delighting in the groans of pleasure his efforts elicited. Touching his fingers to his own cockhead, he coated them with the fluid oozing from his slit then probed the footman’s anus with his fingertips. Once he’d slid two fingers inside, he wrapped his other hand around Will’s stiff rod, deriving satisfaction from the way his juice poured from the head. Pumping his hand from root to crown, he was rewarded when Will’s cock erupted, raining semen down on his upturned face.
Releasing his hold on Will, he got to his feet. “Yes, we’ll find a way to get her alone and show her what great sex is like—and how much better it would be with her.” With a nod toward the bed, he smoothed his lover’s cum over his own cock. “Climb up there and bend over, my love.”
Nick nearly spent his seed in the air as Will did as he was told. Bare-assed with knees spread wide and balls dangling, Nick couldn’t imagine a more erotic sight—unless it was Juliet in a similar pose.
Oh, God…
Closing his eyes, he clamped his teeth down on his lip in an attempt to maintain control, his cock dripping like a thatched roof in a heavy downpour. With no need for further lubrication, he ran a hand over Will’s smooth skin, grasping one muscular cheek to expose his anus. Pressing his cockhead against the tight sphincter, he pushed gently. Although Will was already primed for his entry, Nick took his time, taking care not to hurt him. He loved Will. There was no question of ever causing him pain. Ever. He deserved only pleasure.
“Ah, Will, just think of how it will be to have me in your bum while your cock plunges into Lady Juliet’s hot cunt. We will each have a titty to suck and a hole to fuck. We need only give her our love, and it will be absolutely glorious.”
* * * *
Will wasn’t convinced it would be that easy, but the mental image Rotherford’s words evoked was enough to make him suspend disbelief long enough to envision Juliet lying beneath him, her luscious breasts rocking with the rhythm of his thrusts. Unfortunately, at the present moment, his cock hung free, swinging up and down as the viscount pounded his behind.
Not possessing Rotherford’s confidence, he suspected that success would be better served by adopting a more subtle approach. When he’d suggested a demonstration, he’d meant that they should display their deep regard for one another, as opposed to showing her how well they could fuck. Still, if the two men were to embrace or kiss, Lady Juliet’s reaction would certainly give them a clue as to her thoughts on the subject.
His own thoughts shifted to the possibilities Rotherford had suggested. The two of them suckling at her breasts. Juliet riding the viscount’s prick while Will drove his cock into her beautiful bottom.
Riding. Driving.
He gasped as the solution to their dilemma struck him. Rotherford made the rounds of his estate every Tuesday morning when he was in residence. He could take Lady Juliet for a drive in his phaeton while Will rode behind in the footman’s seat. Everyone would assume that nothing untoward could happen in an open carriage—especially with a footman there to act as chaperone. He would suggest this tactic to his master.
Just as soon as my master finishes creaming my bum.
Will didn’t have long to wait. He heard Nick’s breath catch in his throat and braced himself for the final plunge. Pushing back at that precise moment nearly always had a similar effect on Will. Sure enough, the deep penetration had his own balls contracting, sending his seed spurting onto the sheets.
He looked forward to a time when he could spend himself in Juliet’s wet warmth, but there was another factor to be considered, one that wouldn’t have been an issue unless a title was involved.
Rotherford needed an heir.
Will collapsed on the bed as Nick withdrew from his body. Moments later, he heard the familiar sounds of a cloth being dipped into the basin on the washstand as Nick washed his cock. The bed dipped slightly as Nick crawled in beside him. This was Will’s favorite time—the quiet aftermath of their lovemaking. No matter how wild or how passionate, being able to lie in his lover’s arms was like a gift from God.
“If we do this,” he began, “we must take care that any child she bears is yours.”
Nick drew back in surprise. “Are you saying you don’t wish to have children of your own?”
“The title, Nick,” Will chided. “You know…one of the reasons you need a wife?”
“Ah, yes. The blasted title. In the heat of the moment, I must confess I
had
forgotten it.” Pulling Will close, he kissed the top of his head. “How like you to remember it for me.”
Will would’ve done anything for Nick, even giving him up if the viscount’s happiness required him to do so. “What if Lady Juliet only wants you? Have you considered that possibility?”
“I believe I made it plain that you and I were a package deal.” Rotherford hesitated, drumming his fingers on his chest. “Then again, my wording may have been a bit obscure.”
“I suspected as much.” Just as he suspected that if Lady Juliet were to settle on one man, Nick would be her first choice.
Not that he and Nick couldn’t continue their affair in a more clandestine manner. Even so, he preferred to be honest with her. Considering her unfortunate history and his own forthright nature, he could hardly be expected to be otherwise.
“You must remember,” said Nick, “that while our love for each other is a given, we are not in love with her yet, nor she with us. There is still time to make that point perfectly clear.”
Will couldn’t help but chuckle. “Perhaps you could spell it all out for her in a letter—or even a contract to which she could sign her name.”
“My, how unromantic,” Nick drawled.
“But practical,” Will countered. “She could never say she was misinformed.”
“True. I promise to give the matter my fullest attention.” Yawning, he pulled the sheet up over Will’s shoulders. “Tomorrow.”
* * * *
Juliet took her seat at the breakfast table, wondering how she would make it through the day without dozing off. Throughout the night, questions had hummed through her puzzled mind—questions she could never see herself asking, despite her habit of blurting out comments that were best left unsaid.
The answers to her questions wouldn’t matter in the long run. The viscount’s party would be over when the week was out. She would return to her life at Clarenhurst Hall and forget she’d ever met anyone by the name of Nicholas—or that dratted William, who’d seated her much too close to the viscount for comfort. She could scarcely look up from her plate without encountering Rotherford’s gaze. Averting her eyes didn’t do her a bit of good because they always seemed to land on William as he went about his duties.
Juliet had just swallowed the last bite of her toast when Rotherford cleared his throat. “I must ask you all to please forgive me, as I shall be making my weekly rounds of the estate this morning,” he said. “While I normally enjoy the task, parting with my guests is difficult.”
Lady Monteal tittered behind her napkin. “Oh, surely not
that
difficult, my lord. You must have grown weary of us by now.”
“Not at all.” Rotherford’s grin was enough to make any woman blush, and the baroness was no exception. Without warning, he aimed his most winning smile at Juliet. “Lady Juliet, would you do me the honor of accompanying me? Your presence would certainly make my routine visits more agreeable—for myself as well as my tenants.”
Juliet somehow managed to catch herself before her mouth fell open in a most unladylike manner. “I hardly think—”
She never completed her sentence, having been effectively silenced by her father. “An excellent notion, I’m sure.”
This time her jaw truly dropped. Then she remembered that business about securing the viscount’s vote—and the tongue lashing she
hadn’t
received. Clearly, her father now intended to use her to sway Rotherford’s political views. Ordinarily this would’ve riled Juliet beyond bearing, but she couldn’t quite quash the notion that Rotherford was toying with the earl.
Rotherford held out his hand. “Our carriage awaits us, my lady.”
Juliet placed her hand in his and immediately wished she hadn’t. The peculiar sensations she’d felt the night before began anew, only to be intensified when he gave her hand a meaningful squeeze.
“You will need protection from the sun,” he said after a moment’s scrutiny. “William, would you fetch a parasol for Lady Juliet? And perhaps you should accompany us as well.” A sly grin touched his lips. “After all, we must observe the proprieties.”
Rotherford couldn’t blame Lady Juliet for being nervous. Her tremulous smile as he’d settled in the seat beside her reminded him that she hadn’t been alone with a man in five years—and after that last disastrous episode, she was bound to be less than trusting. Not that with William in the footman’s seat they were truly
alone
…
With a snap of the reins, he set his horses off at a brisk trot. The day was bright and sunny and the soft pink hue of her sprig muslin gown suited her coloring as well as the weather. He realized then that he’d never seen her wear anything but gray.
“That shade of pink becomes you, Lady Juliet,” he began. “I wonder that you do not wear it more often.”
Drawing in a deep breath, she held it a moment before she spoke. “This dress does not belong to me, my lord.”
“Oh? And who
does
it belong to?”
She glanced away, ostensibly to study the roses as they passed through the formal gardens. “I have no idea.”
A cough from behind him advised Rotherford that William knew precisely whence the dress had come. William was nothing if not resourceful. However, he remained silent.
“Are you telling me that it magically appeared in your wardrobe?”
“I am indeed, my lord.”
“How peculiar.” He glanced over his shoulder. “My dear William, are there pixies afoot in my house?”