Emmy's Lesson

Classics Rekindled 2

Emmy's Lesson Emmeline Woodson is an independent, strong-willed, and opinionated young lady. Gabriel Kingley, Emmy’s staid and stoic brother-in-law, is forever scolding her, even though he has secretly wanted her for years. When Stephen Churchill, Gabriel’s longtime friend and Emmy’s childhood chum, returns to town, he declares that he wants her as well. Stephen proposes that he and Gabriel share her, and when they begin to teach her about desire and discipline, Emmy takes to their passionate lessons eagerly. Every skill she masters is rewarded, and every lapse is tantalizingly punished, until she craves the pleasure only they can give her. But when Emmy learns that Stephen is engaged, she fears they will each find proper women to marry, and she will end up with neither, which will break her heart. Gabriel and Stephen are determined they must teach Emmy to believe they love and want only her, but will this be her most difficult lesson yet? Genre: Historical, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Regency Length: 21,895 words

EMMY’S LESSON Classics Rekindled 2

Josie Dennis

MENAGE AMOUR

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Chapter 1 Surrey, England, 1821 “There, Father.” Emmeline Woodson smoothed the blanket covering her father’s knees. “Is that better?” “Better?” Her father huffed. “There is nothing to be done, Emmy. First your sister and now Miss Taylor.” “Mrs. West,” Emmy corrected. “She has been married these four months now.” “She was your governess. How can you stand her defection?” Emmy laughed, settling herself before the fire. The evening was chilly for May. “Hardly that, Father. Mrs. West resides not ten minutes from here by carriage.” His eyes grew wide. “You will not go!” She took in a breath. “No, not this evening.” He seemed placated by her words and began to doze as Emmy stared idly at the flames licking at the logs in the hearth. Another lonely night spent with only her father for company. She did have her thoughts, however. And they had become quite compelling of late. Of Mr. Gabriel Kingley, of all men. So starchy in company, yet his reproving gaze on her now gave her heat she had never expected. Her

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sister had married his brother three years earlier, and he seemed to take on the responsibility of seeing to her and her father’s welfare. He could be very overbearing, however. Oh, was he handsome! She had thought so forever, and had pined for him in secret. Glossy, black hair, deep blue eyes, fine physique. The thought of him sent a stab of desire through her. Now, at twentyone years of age, it seemed as if her body wanted him as much as her heart did. He never showed any particular attention to her as a woman, to her chagrin. Just as a nuisance. In fact, the last time she saw him he’d pulled her aside to berate her for voicing her opinions in company. Imagine his high-handedness! He’d insisted that the farmer her dear friend Harriet desired was more than good enough for her while Emmy countered that the girl was worthy of more. That moment he’d drawn her close, however… Those eyes of his, so intense on her for a moment suspended. His strong body, nearly touching hers. Her breasts tingled now as they had that night, her nipples tight against her stays. To complicate her maidenly sensibilities another gentleman had recently returned to Surrey, one who amazingly awakened the same feelings Gabriel did. The son of the man her old governess had married, Stephen Churchill. He of the golden hair and laughing brown eyes, he was the perfect counterpoint to Gabriel’s glowering looks of disapproval. She hadn’t seen him in four years, but the memory of the kiss he’d stolen at one long-ago picnic had seemed the start of something. The other evening, when she’d dined with the Wests, he’d been in attendance. And would be for some time, if his declaration was to be believed. The heated looks he’d given her when his father’s attention was elsewhere caused her to hope he would renew the passion she’d naïvely mistaken years ago. Tonight, however, she sat here bored beyond belief. The trouble with being one of the elite in their little hamlet was that one spent a

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lot of time alone. No particular friends, no sister for company, and now no governess either. She flattered herself that both her sister and Mrs. West’s matches were of her doing, but there was little to occupy her now. Glancing over at her snoring father, she sighed. This was how she would spend the rest of her life. She would never marry, for her father declared he would perish if she went away. Gabriel would never find her suitable and, with her new attraction toward Stephen, did she even wish to settle for only one man? “Emmy?” her father snuffled. Sighing, she rose and readjusted the blanket on his legs. Who was she to even consider settling with any man, let alone with the two she desired? She was tied to her father as sure as if she were shackled to the fine marble hearth. It seemed she would only have her heated dreams to keep her company. **** “Surely there is something to do in Highbury other than get deep in one’s cups and diddle the nearest bar wench.” Gabriel Kingley eyed Stephen Churchill, giving a shrug. “How long have you been back in Surrey, Stephen? A sennight, perhaps? Already you are eager to leave.” Stephen shook his head. “Not this time, Switch.” Gabriel blinked at the man’s easy use of that old school nickname, though it caused a smile to tease his lips. “Pray, educate me.” Stephen laughed then, a joyous sound that always lingered in his voice. How Gabriel had missed him. “You are the one who likes to teach,” Stephen said. “Remember that new maid at Cambridge? I daresay she enjoyed that lesson as much as we.” Of course Gabriel recalled that maid, and the lesson. He’d

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schooled her well that night, with teasing slaps and soft bondage until she’d begged for both of them. They’d each taken her then. Repeatedly. The girl had sucked his cock down to the root while Stephen fucked her from behind. He shifted to ease the pressure on his shaft as he raised his hand to order another ale. “Of course,” he allowed. Stephen grinned. “Still so stiff. What have you been about here in Highbury since I’ve been gone?” “It has been close to four years, Stephen. I daresay I have been about running my estate and seeing to my tenants.” “How exciting, Switch.” Stephen eyed the serving girl’s ample breasts then took a long sip of his ale. “What of the ladies?” Gabriel waited until the wench left their table. “I admit it has been some time since I have…indulged.” Stephen arched a golden brow. “Truly? There are no maids in the village open to your particular brand of—” “Hardly,” Gabriel cut in. “I have a position in Highbury that precludes that sort of interaction. Any interaction, truth be told.” Stephen grew quiet, a contemplative expression on his face that Gabriel rarely spied. “I am glad I have returned, then.” Gabriel straightened. “Explain.” “Perhaps it is time to shuck off that mantle. I’ve thought about resuming our exploits, but now I am sure of it. You need this.” He drank some more of his ale before continuing. “There is a girl here, Gabriel. One I’ve thought about during my years away.” “Emmeline Woodson,” Gabriel said. Stephen raised his brows then smiled. “Precisely. I daresay Emmy is the one.” Gabriel ran his fingers over his glass. “Oh?” Stephen laughed. “I knew it!” “Knew what, pray?” “You desire her for yourself,” Stephen whispered. “Yes.” It felt good to admit it at long last. “I’ve wanted her for

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years now.” “I want her as well.” Stephen let out a low whistle. “She is beyond beautiful, Switch. All that golden hair, those bright blue eyes. Her full and rosy lips. And have you noticed those breasts?” “I’ve noticed every inch of her delectable body, Stephen.” “I thought her a pretty thing four years ago but she is bloody beautiful now.” Gabriel met his gaze. “You will not trifle with her.” Stephen pulled back. “That is telling. No worries, however. What I am considering is no trifle.” “You wish to marry her?” Gabriel snorted. “I cannot see you settling with one woman.” “I have never wanted a woman like I want her. I would not consider it settling.” He shrugged. “I can see that we both want her. Why shouldn’t we have her?” “What?” Gabriel glanced about, seeing that no one paid undue attention to their conversation. “She is not meant for that.” “Whyever not? She is a passionate woman of independent means.” “She is an innocent, Stephen.” “Perhaps in body.” Stephen leaned in closer. “Not in spirit. She has a woman’s lust. I’ve felt it. At dinner the other night it was in all her looks. Tell me you haven’t smelled arousal on her. Underneath that delectable scent of lemons that always clings to her skin. Surely you have seen that rush of heat cover her beautiful face.” Gabriel recalled the other evening when he’d drawn her close. She had been visibly irritated with him but titillated as well. Her pupils dilated, her breath coming fast. It was both surprising and satisfying, and he’d fought the urge to lift her pretty skirts and touch her pussy to see if she was wet. “I have,” he rasped. “I wish to settle in Highbury,” Stephen said. “My Aunt Churchill has passed away and I no longer have to dance to her tune, nor stay in

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Yorkshire. I want Emmy. And I want you and I to share her.” Stephen had never looked so serious. “You’ve been thinking about this?” Gabriel asked. “For years, truth be known.” The possibility of both of them loving Emmy caused a shift in Gabriel’s chest, a sense of inevitability. It was as if their past exploits had been a rehearsal for the rest of their lives. “I haven’t shared a woman since school,” he admitted. “Nor employed your paddles and restraints?” Gabriel shook his head. “But you want to, don’t you? On one Emmeline Woodson?” “She rouses that need more than any other woman ever has. That saucy mouth, those vexing comments.” “Not to mention the thought of baring her delectable backside,” Stephen put in. “Causing a rosy flush on those smooth cheeks until she begs you to take her?” Gabriel grunted his assent. “The notion has plagued me for months now.” “It is settled, then.” Gabriel shook his head. “She is not a dalliance, Stephen.” “I know. We are two intelligent fellows, Switch. We could have it all, I daresay.” The times they’d shared a girl had given Gabriel the most pleasure he had ever experienced. To have that with the woman they both loved? Forever? Stephen was his closest friend, accepting all of his foibles and weaknesses without censure. A lifetime spent with him and with Emmy? He would do anything to make that happen. “Tell me your plans.” Stephen slapped a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder. “Happy to, my friend.”

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Chapter 2 “How have you been, Emmy?” Emmy smiled at Mrs. West. “Well.” More than well, were she to be honest. She’d managed to escape her father’s home this evening, with the promise that she would turn down any invitations for the next three days. It would be easily kept. She had no desire to accept any invites that did not include passing some time with Gabriel or Stephen. And tonight both gentlemen graced the Wests’ table. “You look quite well, Miss Woodson,” Mr. West put in. “Indeed,” added Stephen. She glanced over at him, seeing heat in those brown eyes. Her cheeks flushed hot and she pulled her gaze from his only to find Gabriel’s deep blue gaze on her. She parted her lips, hoping to deliver a comment to quell the odd tingling in her belly, when he arched a brow. Here was the sanctimonious Mr. Kingley she’d known her whole life. Except he was not scowling. No, this evening a smile teased one corner of his well-formed mouth. For the first time in her memory, she fell silent before him and forced her focus on her plate. Soon the meal was concluded and they retired to the parlor. Mrs. West had certainly found a pleasing place to settle with her late-life love. Though not as grand as Hartfield, the home was comfortable and well-appointed. There was the mystery of Stephen living far from his father for so many years, but Emmy recalled something about his aunt and her need to keep him close to her as she had no children of her own. The old woman passed away a few months ago, which no doubt allowed Stephen to come home to Highbury.

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“Do play for us, Emmy,” Mrs. West urged. Emmy affected a false modesty as she regarded the pianoforte. “Oh, I daresay I am out of practice since your leaving Hartfield.” Mrs. West laughed at that. “Have you forgotten your lessons already?” Something flickered over Gabriel’s face then, mirrored in Stephen’s open countenance. Contemplation or speculation, she would guess. But whyever would they give a care to her lessons? “I…” she murmured. “Do allow me to assist you, Miss Woodson,” Stephen said, taking her hand. “I shall turn the pages for you.” She could not refuse him, the touch of his skin to hers sending a flicker of awareness over her. Gabriel eyed their clasped hands, that smile once more evident. What was this? He had spoken harshly of Stephen in the years since his latest defection, saying if a man could return to Highbury he should. There was something in the back of her mind, a sense of hurt in Gabriel’s tone that had bellied his ire at Stephen’s absence. They had been friends at Cambridge. Why, Gabriel had missed him! “Surely Mr. Kingley can aid us as well,” Stephen said. Emmy swallowed. Both of them standing so close to her? She inclined her head and let the two of them bear her toward the instrument. She settled down on the bench, meeting Stephen’s gaze as he sat very close to her. Gabriel stood at her back, his heat sending sparks over her flesh. Between the two of them she could barely make her mind work. However would she make her fingers play the keys? “W–what shall I play?” she asked. Stephen laughed softly before choosing a song from the sheets atop. Thankfully it was one she’d played so often that she knew it by heart, so she began to play. Goodness knew she could barely concentrate on the written notes with Stephen’s hand slowly inching its way up under her skirt. Each time he turned a page he gained more ground. As he reached the top of her stocking, his fingertips brushing

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the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, she was trembling. Her fingers faltered and she missed a note. “Naughty Emmy,” Gabriel said from behind, his voice low. “Allow me to show you.” He bent close, guiding her hand as his lips brushed over her shoulder. It was torture and heaven at once, Stephen tickling her flesh so close to the source of her nighttime yearning while Gabriel placed teasing kisses up and down the side of her neck. Parting her legs a bit, she leaned back against Gabriel. Stephen’s fingers brushed her through her drawers, which were damp with desire now. A flicker of shame washed over her, gone the instant he touched a spot she had not known existed. Swallowing a sigh, she closed her eyes. She knew Gabriel blocked the Wests’ view of what was going on, and attempted to focus on playing the music. Should she falter again Gabriel and Stephen would surely take their delightful assault from her and leave her bereft. On the knife’s edge of something delightful, Stephen withdrew his hand and straightened her skirts. Nearly screaming her frustration, she fairly pounded on the keys as she came to the end of the song. Gabriel leaned closer, his lips at her ear. “Did you like what Stephen did, Emmy?” he whispered. “Y–yes,” she breathed. Stephen laughed, a light sound that belied the tension she saw in his face. “This was surely the first of many such evenings the three of us can share.” She blinked then turned to see Gabriel give a short nod. Some communication was transferred between them, that much was obvious to her. “What are you two about?” Stephen grinned. “I daresay Gabriel will be happy to illuminate the subject for you soon.” Little wonder, that. Gabriel had always been the one to point out her failings and transgressions. What of this new development?

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Would they ever finish whatever it was they had started? To her growing frustration the remainder of the evening passed in a decidedly tame manner. Gabriel made his farewells, and she did likewise. As he and Stephen escorted her into her father’s carriage, their touches lingered on her hands. “Until our next exchange,” Gabriel said with a cool nod. Stephen, however, was his usual jovial self as he made a show of bowing over the hand he held. “Good night, Emmy.” She could only nod, her body still humming from their earlier caresses. Over the short ride back to Hartfield she managed to collect herself. The woman engaged to look after her father would surely be abed, but Emmy couldn’t take any chances. Her father tolerated Mrs. Waltham’s company, a situation she would not wish to overturn. If Gabriel and Stephen were to be believed, there would be frequent opportunities to explore the delicious notions they’d awakened in her this evening. Mrs. Waltham’s employ must not be jeopardized. A smile broke across her face as she walked through the quiet house. She had no notion of her favored gentlemen’s plans, but she would be a worthy participant. Or pupil, if Stephen’s teasing was to be believed. She could not wait for their lessons to begin! **** Gabriel walked down High Street, his mind working. Emmy’s response in the Wests’ parlor three nights ago had been surprising and gratifying. Stephen’s suppositions were correct, then. Emmy would take eagerly to their lessons. They had but to put the question to her and gain her agreement and the three of them would soon begin their journey of sexual discovery. Tonight, if all worked out as they’d planned. He’d sent a note round to Hartfield this morning and gotten her answer in the affirmative. She would dine at Dunwell Abbey with him and Stephen. Gabriel took in a breath. Yes, his staff was capable

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and his cook gifted, but Emmy was the delicacy he couldn’t wait to taste. “Mr. Kingley!” a girl’s voice called. For a moment he thought it was Emmy, and was acutely disappointed when he found Miss Stoat before him. “Miss Stoat,” he said with a bow of his head. “Is it not advantageous that you are in Highbury this afternoon?” “Is it?” He knew little of the lady, save for Emmy’s tutelage of her since she moved here three months ago. According to Emmy, Miss Stoat was apparently enamored of a farmer on Gabriel’s estate. Emmy thought the man beneath her but Gabriel believed him to be wellsuited. It was yet another subject on which he and Emmy argued, and the reason he’d had the excuse to pull her so close that he could smell her sweet lemon scent. He had no notion why, however, Miss Stoat thought it fitting to address him on the street. “Pray, illuminate.” She dimpled up at him, her brown curls bouncing. “Why, Miss Woodson and I are to take tea!” His heart sped up a beat. “Indeed?” “Yes, and—oh! There is Mr. Churchill.” Gabriel turned to find Stephen striding toward them, the usual smile on his face. Gabriel felt his lips twitch in return. “Churchill,” he said in greeting. Stephen stopped before them. “Kingley.” He turned to Miss Stoat. “Good afternoon, Miss Stoat.” She blushed and dropped a curtsey. “Hello, Mr. Churchill. I was just telling Mr. Kingley that I am to take tea with Miss Woodson this afternoon. Say you’ll join us?” “Perhaps.” Stephen arched his brows, a glint in his eye. “If we can persuade Mr. Kingley to as well.” She blinked, looking from one to the other. “I would have thought he…” “…is a bit too busy to take the time?” Stephen laughed. “I daresay

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I will not be able to enjoy myself without his company.” There was a wealth of meaning in his words, bringing this coming evening’s encounter with Emmy to Gabriel’s mind. Stephen grinned. “I am certain we can convince him to abandon whatever mundane task brings him to the village today, for at least a little while.” Gabriel bowed his head in answer. Stephen was the only man who could get away with teasing him, and he found he had missed it. “I suppose I shall.” “Capital!” Stephen said, holding his elbow out to Miss Stoat. “And where is our dear Miss Woodson?” “I don’t—” “Good day!” Emmy called with a wave. Gabriel drank in the pleasing picture she made. Her eyes sparkled as she approached, her body lithe and graceful. It took little to imagine what she would be like once he and Stephen initiated her. Just three days ago he’d watched as Stephen touched her pussy. His own lips on her neck, Stephen’s fingers working on her clit, she’d nearly climaxed there in the Wests’ parlor! “Miss Woodson,” he said, holding his arm out to her. She touched his sleeve and Gabriel felt it straight to his cock. She had always been the one to arouse him. Now that she would soon be theirs? It took all of his famous resolve to keep his expression passive and his body unaffected. “Joining us for tea?” Emmy asked. “What a pleasing development. Was this your idea, Harriet?” Miss Stoat colored, then nodded. “You are always speaking of how much you enjoy their company, Miss Woodson.” It was Emmy’s turn to blush, and Gabriel exchanged a look of import with Stephen. They were linked in her mind, then. She was attracted to them, that was clear. Did she love them? Desire both of them? He prayed for the fortitude to survive until tonight. After escorting the ladies to the tearoom, Gabriel made an excuse

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of a previous appointment. Stephen bowed out as well, joining Gabriel once more on the street. “An appointment, Switch?” he asked. Gabriel looked about, relieved to see that apparently no one had overheard the nickname. “The leathersmith, Stephen. I had him make up a few items to my particular specifications.” “Indeed?” Stephen leaned his head closer. “Soft and supple, I trust?” Gabriel thought of the cuffs, straps, and crop he’d ordered after dinner at the Wests’. “Only the best for our girl.” Stephen rubbed his hands together. “I can scarcely wait for this evening.” “We must tread lightly,” Gabriel said. “Make her want us again first. Show her she can trust us. As to the leather?” He pictured Emmy tethered to his big bed, her lovely legs spread and her body flushed and ready for them. Her breasts high and firm, their nipples rosy. Her pussy plump and soaking wet. “That will come later.” “You are the expert there, Switch. And the teacher. I bow to your edict.” Gabriel nodded. He was quiet for a moment. “We have not yet discussed who will take…” “You, of course.” Gabriel blinked. “Of course?” “You have wanted her forever, and I have been away for years.” Stephen gave a shiver, a clear look of lust crossing his face. “That night at the pianoforte her pussy was scalding hot against my fingers,” he whispered. “Let me taste her and you can ride her.” Gabriel nodded at a passing acquaintance then smiled. “We are in agreement.” If tonight went as they hoped, Emmy would begin to learn what he and Stephen already knew. She was theirs to please and theirs to take. Body and heart. Forever.

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Chapter 3 Emmy went over the details with Mrs. Waltham on the drive in front of Hartfield, out of her father’s earshot. “Mr. Woodson will need your attention, Mrs. Waltham,” she said. “I will be out all evening, despite his assertions that I take an early meal and return directly.” The woman nodded, handing Emmy her cloak. “I shall keep him occupied, Miss Woodson. Have no worries.” Emmy thanked her and stepped up into her carriage. She had the evening to herself now, to do with as she would. And an evening with Gabriel and Stephen was what she’d wanted since that aborted pleasure she’d glimpsed at the Wests’. The short ride to Dunwell Abbey seemed to take forever. To her surprise and delight the two of them met her in the entry. “Where is your venerable butler, Gabriel?” He smiled, an expression she seldom saw on his face. It was devastating. “My staff has been instructed to serve and disappear, dear Emmy.” Intrigued, she handed him her cloak and gloves and followed him into the dining room. “We are to dine right away?” “What were you expecting?” Stephen asked as he stood near the table. His brown eyes sparkled merrily. “Did you wish for us to ravage you in the entry?” Her cheeks heated and she gave a shake of her head. “I…” She waved a hand. “Oh, I have no notion of what to say to that.” “That is a first,” Gabriel said. She looked over at him, expecting his usual disapproving glare,

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only to find his face wearing a smile again. He was actually teasing her! Stephen barked out a laugh and took her hand. “Come, Emmy. Let us enjoy Gabriel’s food and wine. We will discuss matters of ravaging later.” His touch was magic on her flesh, stroking as he placed her hand gently on the table. Gabriel sat back as the servants brought out the courses, leaving them in peace in between as he had promised. He looked serious now, his eyes dark on her as she began to eat. She could scarcely taste the food, fine though it undoubtedly was. Several glasses of wine helped ease her, blurring any apprehensions that niggled at her mind as both Stephen’s and Gabriel’s expressions grew more carnal. She found it far more pleasant to let her body lead her tonight. “I enjoyed our dinner at your father’s, Stephen.” “I enjoyed your performance,” he quipped. Gabriel laughed. He laughed! She turned toward him, her eyes wide. There was something about the two of them together, a combination of his stiffness and Stephen’s joviality, that was irresistible. It was as if they each spoke to a decidedly different part of her, in perfect accord nonetheless. Leaning forward, she set aside her plate. “I liked what you did,” she admitted on a breath. “Which one of us?” Stephen asked. He placed his graceful fingers on her hand once more. He stroked her, teasing circles that mimicked his play on her secret flesh. Gabriel’s beautiful lips parted, reminding her of the kisses he’d placed on her throat. “What both of you did,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut. “Oh, I am a wanton.” “Hardly.” Gabriel stood, reaching out to take her other hand. “We wish to show you more, Emmy. Will you let us?” She knew she should say no, should bow to convention and

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inexperience and run from the two of them, but she had thought long and hard over the past three days of self-imposed solitude. She was wealthy in her own right and had no true need to marry. Her father would require her company into the foreseeable future. Gabriel would undoubtedly lose patience with her one time too many and Stephen would flee Highbury once again when the summer was over. But these few months ahead of her? They were hers. She would spend them with the men who captivated her. Her heart may get bruised but her body would revel in the experience. She would let them instruct her and please her and she would try her best to do the same in return. Damn her to perdition, she wanted them to show her everything! “Yes,” she whispered. Stephen let out a whoop and came to his feet, gathering her into his arms and hurrying toward the parlor. There were no footmen about, she saw. Nothing but the stately room she’d been in numerous times over the years. As they directed her toward the settee, their bodies so close to hers, she knew this would be like no other visit. Tonight she would surrender everything to them. Her breath came fast and her stays felt tight against her breasts. She could scarcely wait. Stephen pulled her close, bringing his mouth to hers. He kissed her, softly at first until he moaned against her lips. “Open, Emmy,” he rasped. She did, taking his tongue into her mouth. It was scandalous and delicious and she wanted more. He tasted of the wine they’d all shared, and of a sweetness she’d never before encountered. Though unsure of what to do, she tangled her tongue with his. Heat bloomed within her in response. His hands were on her back, cupping her bottom to bring her belly up against the hard intriguing bulge in his trousers. Her drawers grew damp and she began to tingle at the juncture of her thighs. He brought his mouth to her throat, tickling her skin until she shivered. “Are you ready for your next lesson?” She could scarcely form an answer as Gabriel pressed close

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behind her as he had that night at the pianoforte. Tonight she felt his manhood flush between the cheeks of her bottom, hard and impossibly huge. His large hands cupped her breasts, teasing and pinching until she gasped. “Gabriel!” He turned her, plunging his tongue into her mouth before she would catch her breath. His taste was different from Stephen’s, darker and richer and just as compelling. Stephen’s hands were beneath her skirts now, lifting and stroking over her stockings as he teased her flesh. “Will you be ours, Emmy?” Stephen asked, his lips close to her ear. He tongued her ear. “Tonight?” “Yes,” she sighed as Gabriel’s delightful mouth dropped kisses over the swell of her breasts. “There will be no turning back, love,” Gabriel said, licking at her cleavage. He lifted his head to face her. “It will be irrevocable.” She met his gaze. “I know.” She sucked in a breath as Stephen ground his body against her from behind. “I… will live out my days at Hartfield, Gabriel.” She trembled between them. “Let me have this summer with the two of you.” Stephen stilled. “Emmy, this is not—” Gabriel shot Stephen a glance, which quieted him, then smiled down at her. “Are you ready for your next lesson?” She closed her eyes, so attuned to both of them, to what they did to her. Stephen continued to caress her as Gabriel held her close. It was like that other evening but more. So much more. “Teach me,” she sighed. Her legs buckled and they led her to the settee. Turning her, Gabriel began to work at the back of her dress, loosening her stays and easing the bodice down until her breasts were bare. She glanced down at her nipples, puckered and tight and throbbing. She should stop Gabriel and Stephen. She should scream out a maidenly protest, but she refused to do so. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her blasted virtue be damned, she wanted this.

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Gabriel turned her, laying her down on the settee while Stephen removed her slippers. Propping one of her legs up on the back of the couch, he raised her skirts until she was nearly bare to his gaze. She felt the cool air dance across her thighs, felt the dampness in her drawers as her woman’s flesh swelled. Unable to resist, she opened her eyes. Stephen smiled down at her then ran his fingers lightly over her flesh through the thin fabric. “Scalding hot,” he murmured. He’d removed his jacket at some point, and now loosened his cravat. He held the neck cloth out to Gabriel, who shook his head. “Another time,” Gabriel said. Stephen removed her drawers and placed a hand on each of her thighs, his thumbs rubbing back and forth, ever closer to her center. She could not seem to draw her legs together. No, she wanted to spread them further and beg him to touch her again. Gabriel’s hands were on her breasts now. He gazed down at her face as his fingers circled her nipples until she thought she would perish from frustration. He then took them between his fingers and thumbs, pinching until she cried out. How exquisite! “Do that again, Switch,” Stephen said. She blinked. Switch? Gabriel twisted gently, urging a long moan from her lips. Wetness flooded her flesh and Stephen chuckled. “God, yes.” He began to stroke her at last, teasing the amazing spot he’d discovered that night at the pianoforte. Closing her eyes, she gave herself up to it. “This is your pussy, love,” Stephen said. “And a prettier one I have never seen.” She felt him spread her wider, dipping a finger gently between her folds. Her insides clench tight and she gasped. “These are your nether petals, Emmy. Your labia. Your pussy’s lips.” To her shock and delight, he dropped a kiss on her flesh. “Ah, sweet.” Gabriel murmured something in her ear, something about beauty

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and desire, and placed his mouth on her breast. She arched against him, clutching his head to her body as pleasure zinged over her flesh. “Now this,” Stephen went on, brushing his fingers through her damp curls. “This is your clitoris. Your clit.” He blew a breath on the spot he revealed and she bucked. “Such a sensitive little bud.” He dragged his tongue across it, moaning in the back of his throat. “I daresay I could lick your clit for hours.” The rough skin of his tongue pulled as he sucked. Hours? She would surely perish! Stephen lifted his head with a sigh and fingered her deeper still, increasing his pace now. His breathing hitched as her own accelerated. There was something to this, Gabriel’s hands and mouth on her breasts as Stephen stroked her. She would never have imagined two wholly different parts of her body could be so inexplicably connected. It was like the two of them were meant to be with her, completely right in this moment. Spreading her legs farther, she waited for what other delights were sure to come. In the next instant she was rewarded as Stephen once more placed his mouth upon her. She felt his tongue circle that nub of pleasure, her clit, and felt his fingers inside of her. “So sweet, Emmy,” he said. “Honey and lemons.” Gabriel kissed her lips, her throat, her breasts as she crested toward pleasure. “That’s it, Emmy.” He gently teethed one turgid nipple, flicking his tongue over the bud. “Let Stephen show you what pleasure is.” She gave a shaky nod, sounds emanating from her she had never made before. Stephen’s mouth sucked gently on her lips, her clit, as his tongue stabbed into her. Hot and cold flashed over her in response. She began to climb toward something, sparks lighting behind her eyelids as she trembled. “Stephen!” she cried. “Oh, Gabriel!” She shuddered with her release, bucking against Stephen’s mouth like a wanton as Gabriel whispered words of praise in her ear. “Extraordinary,” he said, his voice rough. “Now you are ready.”

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“Ready?” she asked breathlessly, opening her eyes. Stephen grinned at her, his eyes fairly glowing. “For Gabriel’s lesson, love.” Gabriel stood and began to remove his clothing. She’d never before seen him in shirtsleeves, let alone bare-chested. He was beautiful. As finely-wrought as Stephen clearly was through his thin lawn shirt. “Stephen has shown you a woman’s pleasure, Emmy,” Gabriel said, unbuttoning his trouser flap. “I shall show you a man’s.” Her eyes boggled as he freed his manhood. It was huge, thick, and long, and not what she’d ever expected. She’d felt his manhood before, a brush of it against her hip that long-ago evening when he’d pulled her aside in company and earlier tonight. But to see it like this, straining toward her with one pearly drop of moisture on the broad head… Her mouth went dry. “Your…” she began. “Cock,” Gabriel said, stroking himself from base to tip as he growled softly. “My cock.” She licked her lips as she stared at it. Her center, her…pussy, clenched with want and she knew she needed him inside of her. “Your cock. It’s so…It’s lovely.” “She is ready.” Stephen laughed.

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Chapter 4 Gabriel joined Emmy on the couch, holding himself away as he brushed his cock against her flesh. “Your pussy is so hot, love.” He groaned. “I can scarcely stand the torture.” “Hot and sweet,” Stephen intoned as he settled behind her and turned to support her head against his chest. “And tight, Gabriel. So damn tight.” Gabriel closed his eyes, circling his cock against her clit until he felt her grow aroused once again. “I shall take care, love,” he vowed as he looked down at her. “I shall.” Emmy’s sweet face was awash with color, her lips parted as she drew in a shaky breath. Stephen had brought her to her first climax, nearly causing him to come in his trousers as he’d watched. He knew Stephen was in a bad way now, wincing as he adjusted himself beneath her. Gabriel would have Emmy tonight but would make sure that their next time together Stephen would be the one to fuck her. As hard as he wanted, as she would no longer be a virgin. That thought stilled him. He had asked her before, but now, with the prospect before them, he had to make certain she knew the consequences. “Emmy, this is irreparable,” he said. She opened her eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes, and smiled up at him. Lust clouded her gaze, but her determination was clear as crystal. “I want this, Gabriel. I want you both.” He drew back and entered her. Her maidenhead gave quickly to his assault, and Gabriel vaguely heard Stephen soothing her as she gasped in discomfort. He tried to go slowly but his resolve fled as her pussy grasped him tight, so tight, he could not seem to stop his

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thrusts. She fit him so well, their Emmy. Somehow he’d known she would. Lost to the sensations, he pounded into her again and again. He’d never felt such a loss of control. To his relief she soon began to moan with her pleasure, her hands clutching tight to his arms as she arched to take in all of him. She chanted his name, and Stephen’s name, as she moved with him. As she tightened around his cock, her climax sharp and deep, Gabriel felt his own climax roar through him. It seemed to go on forever, coming from deep inside as he poured his seed into her. It was all he could do to keep from collapsing on top of her as he came with a shout. Holding himself on shaking arms, he glanced over at Stephen. He wore a drowsy expression, and Gabriel knew he’d found his pleasure with his hand as he and Emmy had come together. Stephen tucked his handkerchief into his pocket and eased Emmy to a sitting position. Gabriel reluctantly pulled out of her pussy, his heart breaking as she winced in response. “Are you all right, Emmy? I am afraid I lost myself.” She gazed up at him, wearing the same dazed expression stamped on Stephen’s face. “Oh, yes. I…oh, yes. That was amazing, Gabriel.” “There is more,” Stephen said. She twisted toward him, a look of bafflement on her face. “More?” **** Stephen simply nodded in answer. He longed to tell her all of it, of the many ways the two of them would love her in the weeks to come. Hell, in the years, were they to fulfill their wishes. Tonight, however…Tasting her, bringing her to her first climax, then pleasuring himself as he watched Gabriel’s cock pound in and out of Emmy’s pretty pussy would have to be enough. For tonight. Together he and Gabriel rearranged her clothes and settled with her on the settee. “You are truly all right?” Gabriel asked.

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Stephen was not surprised at Gabriel’s concern. He’d never seen his friend lose control before, rutting like a wild animal as he brought pleasure to all of them. Before, when they’d shared women, Gabriel was the one in control. Measured strokes, methodical thrusts, then withdrawing to quietly climax. Tonight with Emmy? It was a sight to see, and a confirmation that they were on the right course. “I am fine.” Emmy kissed him and then Gabriel. “This was eyeopening.” “You took to your lessons quite well,” Stephen told her. “My body…” She flushed then grinned. “My pussy took to all of it quite well indeed.” “Naughty girl.” Stephen chuckled. Gabriel let out a breath, cupping her cheek. “I would never hurt you, Emmy.” “I know that.” She turned her head and kissed his palm. Brightening, she sat up straighter and regarded them both. “Do tell me that the two of you will show me this ‘more’ Stephen spoke of, and soon?” Stephen laughed and Gabriel smiled as they made plans for the next rendezvous. **** “They are such handsome gentlemen,” Harriet said as she nibbled on a biscuit. “Though quite different.” Emmy forced her attention to her friend, her mind on all the delicious things those particular handsome gentlemen did to her willing person two night’s past. “Different?” she mused aloud. “I suppose.” They were dissimilar, but not as much as she’d always presumed. Yes, Gabriel had been quite focused, poised over her with his cock buried deep inside of her, yet he’d been playful as well. And Stephen, always a gay, carefree sort, had been fiercely determined to bring her

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to pleasure despite the obvious discomfort he himself was in. Would he take her next time they met? Would Gabriel taste her? She swallowed as she thought about Gabriel’s beautiful cock, that drop of dew beaded on its head. Would they let her taste them? “…going to the picnic Saturday next?” Harriet’s voice intruded. She jumped in her seat, jarring the table and sloshing tea on the fine linen. “Oh!” Harriet eyed her closely. “You are indeed most disconcerted, Miss Woodson. Are you sure you are up to a visit today?” Smiling, she forced ease in her stance. “My yes, Harriet. I was simply woolgathering. Now, what are the particulars of this picnic?” Harriet brightened. “There are to be games and sport and a wonderful repast, all provided by Mr. Kingley.” She tilted her head to one side. “I am surprised you weren’t aware of the event, being so close to that particular gentleman.” She gave a nod. Yes, Gabriel had sent an invitation ’round two weeks past but in the course of the last few days such benign amusement was pushed far from her mind. “I do so hope Mr. Markham is able to attend.” Harriet flushed. “And his sisters, of course!” Emmy saw that the girl still pined for the gentleman farmer. That man was the source of her argument with Gabriel, and she supposed she should be grateful to Harriet for unwittingly causing the disagreement that brought about her seeing him in a decidedly different light. It gave her hope that her heart was not always wrong. “Are you quite certain you have set your cap on Mr. Markham, Harriet?” She was unable to help herself, certain that the girl was above such a man. “I know you and the Markhams have grown close.” “They are quite considerate of me,” Harriet insisted. “I know you have said that I should reach higher.” Emmy thought of Gabriel’s argument, that the girl was of unknown origin, but she squared her shoulders. “I am not saying that

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Mr. Markham is beneath you. However, perhaps you could use this coming summer in Highbury to consider other gentlemen in its environs.” Harriet tilted her head to one side, then brightened. “At the picnic! Oh, Miss Woodson! That is a capital notion. I know that Mr. Kingley and Mr. Churchill will be in attendance.” Emmy frowned. This wasn’t what she’d meant to do, to raise Harriet’s hopes that Gabriel or Stephen would court her. Not likely! They belonged to her alone, at least for this summer. Let Harriet look elsewhere. Emmy’s heart would break in two should either man choose another woman so close to home to wed. That was, another woman who was not one Emmy Woodson. Not that she expected that particular conclusion to the lessons of this summer. She was not a foolish girl like Harriet. “Yes,” was all she said. When the girl left thirty minutes later, Emmy was still out of sorts. Harriet thought to set her cap on one of her gentlemen? Emmy might believe the farmer beneath her friend, but there was no way on God’s green earth that Gabriel or Stephen were meant for Harriet. Not even if she were the niece of the Prince Regent himself. “Miss?” came a voice. Emmy turned to find a footman in the parlor doorway, a note in his hand. Her heart tripped and she forced herself to walk over to him and take the missive in a casual manner. “Thank you.” “I was instructed to wait for your reply, Miss,” he said. Intrigued, she opened the seal bearing Gabriel’s crest and read the innocuous words within. Her presence was requested at Dunwell Abbey tomorrow for tea. Her cheeks heated as the import struck her. Tea, indeed! She crossed to the small desk set near the window and penned her reply in the affirmative. Once the footman was dismissed, she settled herself on the settee. Tea with Gabriel and Stephen. A pleasurable tremor shook her frame. More lessons, no doubt.

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Stephen had called Gabriel “Switch,” a nickname whose meaning she suspected would reveal itself soon. She recalled when Stephen had held out his cravat to Gabriel. What has the import of that particular length of fabric? She wanted to ask them every question swirling through her mind, but knowing so little of the act of lovemaking she could scarcely form a coherent query. Never one to hold her tongue, she felt woefully unschooled in these matters. For once in her life, she would let someone other than herself dictate the discourse. She grinned as she imagined Gabriel’s reaction to such a thing. Perhaps their lessons were already bearing fruit. **** “Bring the honey,” Stephen called as he led Emmy to Gabriel’s bedchamber. Gabriel complied, his body thrumming with anticipation. With a tight rein on his own compulsions he would employ some of the leather items he’d had fashioned for their Emmy today, and given the manner in which she had taken to their lessons the other night he suspected she would be most receptive. By the time he joined them Stephen had divested Emmy of her dress, stays and stockings. Her thin linen drawers were visibly damp, no doubt due to Stephen’s play on her gorgeous breasts. Emmy reclined on Gabriel’s bed, moaning and purring as Stephen drew hard on one of her rosy nipples. “Ah, Emmy,” Stephen growled, his mouth full of her flesh. A look of bliss crossed his face as he gave her breast a slow lick. “Honey, Switch.” He laughed softly. “Not that she needs sweetening.” Gabriel stepped close to the bed and tipped the honey pot slightly, letting a thin line of the sticky stuff drizzle down over her breasts. She gasped then gazed up at him. “Kiss me, Gabriel.” He placed a drop of honey on her lips and then did so, letting his

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tongue stroke hers. He straightened and tore at his clothes, shedding his jacket and waistcoat, boots and shirt. He kept his breeches on for the time being, his cock straining at the fabric. It was the only thing keeping him from rutting on her like a beast. He wouldn’t do that today. No, Stephen would fuck her today. Stephen sat back on his heels and took the pot from him. “Gabriel gets to taste you tonight, Emmy.” Her eyes nearly crossed as she flushed in anticipation. “Yes, Gabriel,” she sighed, her eyes gazing dreamily up into his. “Do.” Stephen placed a dollop of honey on her belly, bending his head to lick her there. Gabriel watched his tongue dip into her navel and noted the telltale twitching of her legs. She was nearly there already, their Emmy. On the very edge of pleasure. He was nearly there himself. Joining them on the bed, he settled himself between her legs. He’d thought to take his time, to bring her to pleasure slowly, excruciatingly, but he found he couldn’t wait. Stephen had talked of nothing but the sweetness of Emmy’s pussy, and Gabriel couldn’t wait to taste her himself. He tore her drawers from her, earning another delighted gasp from Emmy and a chuckle from Stephen. He grasped her slender thighs and spread her wide open, eyeing her beautiful pussy. The blond curls were dark and wet, the lips swollen. Her clit peeped out at him and he took in a deep breath. He could smell her, sharp and sweet and Emmy. “Honey,” he rasped. “Yes, sweetheart?” Stephen teased. Gabriel shot him a look of irritation, at which Stephen laughed. “All right, Switch.” Another dip of the honey pot and a drop of golden honey fell on her flesh. She shivered in response and it was more than Gabriel could take. Like a starving man, he fell on her. Driving his tongue deep inside of her he began a rhythm that soon had her bucking beneath him. “Gabriel!” she cried, grasping at his hair as she twisted and writhed.

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“Bind her hands, Stephen,” he managed to say between licks. “Be gentle.” Soft restraint tonight, just a taste of how giving up control can heighten her pleasure. He gazed at her, her hands bound with one of their cravats, her arms held over her head by Stephen and her legs held tightly in his own grasp. Heighten her pleasure? And theirs, most assuredly. He lowered his mouth to her again. He faintly registered her sounds of passion, and Stephen’s of encouragement, as he sucked and licked and ate her like a madman. His cock throbbed as he thrust against the linens and he knew he’d disgrace himself if he didn’t cease. When she came in the next moment, a sharp keening sound coming from her as she climaxed, he drank every drop of her juices. Mingling with the honey, it was like nectar of the gods. Lifting his head from her, he let out a shout. “My God, you’re incredible.” Emmy murmured something in response, obviously still lost in the aftermath. Stephen met his gaze, waiting for his signal. Gabriel gave a nod and stood, adjusting his straining cock as he strode to the hidden cupboard in his dressing room. He could hear Emmy and Stephen kissing, could picture every movement of the two of them, and his balls ached. He set aside a few waistcoats and opened the cupboard behind them, the scent of fresh leather hitting him. Running his hands over the various items within, he chose the short riding crop. It was tipped with a soft popper, slightly wider than one would employ when riding. The leather was supple, the handle well-wrapped and thick. He’d designed the handle as well, schooling his expression when the leathersmith indicated that it was decidedly phallic in shape. The seams were smooth, the leather warming beneath his touch. He flicked the crop against his palm, feeling a sting but raising no flesh. Excellent. A smile teasing his lips, he returned to the bedchamber.

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Chapter 5 “Oh, Stephen!” Emmy could hardly withstand another moment of Stephen’s exquisite attentions. After the explosive orgasm Gabriel had given her she’d been breathless, nearly incoherent as she’d come back to herself. Her hands pinned above her head, her legs held open, she’d been forced to surrender. It had been pure bliss. The cravat gone—so that was what Stephen had wanted to do last time—now Stephen kept up their particular brand of torture, licking and nibbling on her aching breasts as his fingers teased her pussy. He came so close to her clit, so close to dipping a finger deep within her, when he’d pull back again and again. “Oh, cease this torture!” she gasped, her now-freed hands pulling at his thick hair. Stephen kissed her lips, a grin on his handsome face. “Ah, tonight’s lesson is patience.” He glanced over toward the dressing room and she followed his gaze. Gabriel stood there, a short riding crop in his hands. “That looks perfect for the task, Switch.” Her heart began to pound, but not in fear. What was Gabriel going to do to her with that crop? He smacked it against his left hand, the leather making a soft sound. It didn’t appear to cause him pain, in fact he closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose before exhaling slowly. He opened those gorgeous blue eyes again and regarded her. “Are you ready for your next lesson, Emmy?” Heat suffused her body and her pussy clenched. “Oh, yes.” “Turn her over, Stephen.”

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She blinked rapidly, confused and intrigued at once. “On your knees, love,” Stephen said, grabbing her hips and flipping her onto her belly. He tugged her upward, her bottom high as her face was pressed into the linens. “No.” Gabriel stepped closer. “Up on your hands, Emmy. On all fours, as it were.” She did so. Oh, this was indeed better. She felt more in control supporting herself on the bed. Stephen came close up behind her, his cock moving over her bottom to thrust slowly between her cheeks. He felt hot and heavy and her recently-pleased pussy pulled tight with want. He shifted in the next moment, beneath her now and stroking up against her aching flesh. An interesting possibility occurred to her. “Oh, Stephen! Will you enter me from behind?” He chuckled. “Our girl is in dire need of discipline, Switch.” She turned her head, flicking her hair back from her face. Gabriel studied her for a long moment then he set the crop down on the bedstand and began to remove his breeches. There was that big beautiful shaft of his, thick and long. She licked her lips, earning a growl from Gabriel. It was gratifying to see he was as affected as she. Stephen moaned as well, his movements increasing in speed until she was wriggling in frustration. “What are you waiting for?” she cried. Gabriel grabbed up the crop and before she could guess what he was about it came down on her right buttock. “Oh!” Stephen’s hand smoothed over her flesh, though she was more surprised than hurt. “You are at our mercy this evening, our dear Emmy. I can’t take my pleasure, and therefore you can’t either, until Gabriel is satisfied.” Gabriel nodded then climbed on the bed. Stephen grabbed her hips again and for a heart-stopping moment she believed he would at last enter her. Instead he tugged her back toward the foot of the bed to allow Gabriel room at the head. “You’re in a bad way there, Switch,” Stephen said.

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Gabriel nodded, settling down on his knees. “My balls are aching. It is a good thing I don’t have to wait for satisfaction. I daresay it will take all of my inner discipline to withstand the mere thought.” He kept his legs parted, as if loath to set his private parts on the linens. His… balls were pulled up tight and he leaned back to grasp the headboard behind him. His cock was very close to her face, tempting in a way she would never have imagined before their liaison began. “The mere thought of what?” she asked, licking her lips. He groaned, twitching slightly. “The mere thought of your mouth on my cock, Emmy.” She gasped. “But I know nothing of such matters!” “Don’t you?” Stephen moved his hand between her legs now, teasing her clit with his strong fingers. “Just think of what I did the other night, love.” He pinched her, causing a rush of juices to her flesh. “Of what Gabriel did to you tonight.” She licked her lips again, bending toward Gabriel to flick her tongue over the head of his cock. “You taste salty. Interesting.” He retrieved the honey pot and drizzled some over the head. “Salt and sweet, now?” he asked, his voice as thick as the honey. She licked him again. “Mmm.” He flinched. “God save me.” “Suck him, Emmy,” Stephen said. Excitement was clear in his voice and she realized he derived pleasure from watching her with Gabriel. Closing her mouth over the broad head of Gabriel’s cock, she began to suck. He let out a long moan, which Stephen echoed. Stephen thrust with more force, the burst of dark delight distracting her from Gabriel’s glorious display. His cock fell out of her mouth and she began to move her bottom at Stephen. “No,” Gabriel said, slapping her bottom with the crop once more. “Focus on me, love.” How could she not? Taking him in her mouth again, she began to

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move over him. Sucking and licking and devouring every inch of his delectable flesh. Honey and salt and Gabriel. He began to thrust up into her mouth and she glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, the crop dangling from his fingers as his throat worked. She’d seen him take his pleasure the other evening, but she’d been too far out of her mind with her own at the time to truly appreciate the sight. Now, with her own needs on hold she could relish all the emotions playing across his handsome face. Pain and passion and lust. She sucked harder still. “Emmy!” he shouted, grabbing tightly to the headboard as he moved faster. “Come, Gabriel,” Stephen said, brushing the head of his cock against her pussy’s opening. “That’s it. Come in her mouth.” She felt her own passions rising again as Stephen slowly entered her. His restraint was both admirable and frustrating, but she held herself still. She didn’t want Gabriel to use the crop again. It was a matter of pride, after all. Moaning herself, she nibbled up and down on his shaft until he bucked sharply. “In your mouth, Emmy,” he growled. “All of me. Now.” She complied, taking him in once more. He began to throb, flexing and thrusting at the back of her throat as his remarkable taste filled her mouth. He cried out as he climaxed, arching off the bed as she swallowed his amazing cream. Stephen thrust faster then, holding tight to her hips as he drove deep. “Now it’s our turn, Emmy,” he whispered. “At last.” She rocked back toward him as sensations flooded her. Gabriel must have picked up the crop again, which now stroked tantalizingly over her back, her breasts. He reached further, flicking the popper over her clit with surprising accuracy. The friction he caused sent her tumbling over the edge as she convulsed around Stephen’s cock. He shouted as Gabriel had moments before, burying himself to the hilt. Gabriel cupped her face and kissed her, deep and sweet and

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lingering. Stephen’s lips trailed over her back. “There’s a good girl. I daresay that crop will become a welcome addition to our lessons. What do you say, Switch?” Gabriel’s eyes sparkled at her. “Indeed.” **** The day of the picnic dawned bright and Emmy dressed with care. It was nearly a week since the remarkable time in Gabriel’s bedchamber and she found herself replaying the night in her mind at odd times. Those two licks of the crop against her bottom caused no lingering pain or marks, to her relief. That meant that she could look forward to Gabriel employing that particular device again. Setting aside her lascivious intentions she nodded as her maid finished with her hair. It was upswept and graceful, cunning curls framing her face and trailing over the nape of her neck. Her dress was a delightful confection of summery blush, the coloring heightening the flush on her cheeks and bosom. She would need a fichu today, lest everyone see her desire etched across her breasts. Desire for the two of them. Her mind still boggled over that particular fact. Yes, Gabriel would find a docile wife to wed, most likely before the year was out. And Stephen would surely find Surrey exceedingly dull and take his fine self from all and sundry once again. She wouldn’t think of how her heart would break when they were separated from her, when they were with two faceless, nameless women whose futures would be tied to her own dear favored gentlemen. Or of herself, stuck in Surrey to watch Gabriel from a distance and pine for Stephen as well. “Bother,” she grumbled as her good mood threatened a hasty departure. Donning a large straw bonnet trimmed in ribbons to match her pretty dress, she went belowstairs to await the carriage.

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“Now, Emmy,” her father wheedled from his place at the bottom of the stairs. “Must you leave me today?” “Mr. Kingley’s picnic is this afternoon, Father.” She pulled on thin kid gloves and fluffed out her skirt. “You’ve known of the event for several days now. We’ve discussed it.” She looked over at Mrs. Waltham, standing ever diligently nearby. “If you would like to join us it would take but a few minutes to see you settled in the carriage with me.” “Certainly, Mr. Woodson,” Mrs. Waltham said. “A picnic? Bah!” She gave a nod, grateful that her father wouldn’t be able to observe her with Gabriel and Stephen. He’d been sharp in his day, and though he seemed vague and disconnected at times she still saw that shrewdness in his eyes often enough. He must never guess what mischief she’d been about. “I shall return before dark,” she promised, bending to kiss his cheek. “Perhaps the Abbey’s cook will have made berry tarts, Father. Do you think I can convince her to give me some for you?” He smiled up at her. “You, my dear, could charm anyone into anything. Berry tarts do sound quite good.” At the sound of wheels on the drive, she bade him and Mrs. Waltham farewell again and climbed aboard the carriage. When she arrived at Dunwell Abbey she refrained from indulging in the memory of what had transpired when last she was here. Instead she joined the folks gathered at the back of the estate. Glancing down at the sprawling grounds toward the lake, she saw all was nearly in readiness. Tents were up, tables set with linens and chairs set about. It was elegant, comfortable, and everything to be expected at a gentleman’s picnic. Able staff moved about, carting baskets and trays of food, bottles of wine and pitchers of lemonade. As she looked about for the handsome host she heard her friend Harriet call out to her. Waving madly, Harriet joined her. “Oh, Miss Woodson! Isn’t it all

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just so lovely? I daresay the Markhams are thrilled to be included.” “Ga—Mr. Kingley invited Mr. Markham and his sisters?” “Yes. He is a most generous landlord, I daresay.” “Truly.” Emmy thought about this development. Harriet was still pining for the gentleman farmer, then. There had to be someone else about to divert her attentions. She glimpsed a familiar golden head and her heart leapt. Stephen. “There you are,” he said, bowing gallantly. He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “Miss Woodson, you are breathtaking this afternoon.” He turned to Harriet. “Hello, Miss Stoat. Are you looking forward to the festivities? Mr. Kingley has put out quite a spread.” “Oh, yes,” Harriet gushed. Her eyes lingered on Stephen’s fine figure for a moment too long in Emmy’s opinion. “Will you play the games?” “Games?” He tilted a glance in Emmy’s direction. “Will there be rules? Goodness knows how some of us balk at rules.” Emmy flushed hot as she recalled his and Gabriel’s titillating rules. “One must strive to do one’s best.” Stephen laughed. “Ah, here is our esteemed host.” Once again Emmy’s heart flipped. My, Gabriel looked delicious today. Outfitted as a proper gentlemen, of course. He caught Stephen’s gaze before bowing in Emmy and Harriet’s direction. “Good afternoon, ladies. I am so glad you were able to attend.” Emmy could scarcely form words with the two of them before her. When last she’d been in their company… Shaking her head, she smiled at Gabriel. “I daresay this picnic is all anyone in Highbury has spoken of for weeks now.” He tipped his head in that condescending way he had, though she now found it quite charming. “That is gratifying, I suppose.” He turned to Stephen. “Good to see you, Churchill.” Stephen schooled his expression but she saw the mirth dancing in

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his eyes. “Good to be here, Kingley.” Gabriel then went off to supervise the preparations beneath the tents. Stephen leaned toward Emmy. “I daresay Kingley is quite stiff today.” Once more she flushed hot. She was spared having to make any sort of comment when Harriet babbled something about the day and the sunshine and the company. Stephen offered an elbow to each of them and the three joined the throng teeming on the shore of the lake.

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Chapter 6 Gabriel watched as Stephen escorted Emmy and Miss Stoat to the shore of the lake and settled beside her on a spread blanket. He said something in Emmy’s ear, at which her smooth cheeks flushed a pink to rival her gorgeous dress. It was nearly the color her skin turned at the moment of climax, though she couldn’t have known that when she chose it. Her naiveté was only more appealing to him now that he knew she possessed an enthusiasm he hadn’t dared hope for. That afternoon in his bedchamber had been incredible. Stephen slowly teasing her from behind while she sucked him so hard he was nearly turned inside out by his climax, crying out her release in the next moment as Stephen finally gave her what she craved. He’d relived the scene often since, spoken of it with Stephen over port and cigars, and now they were certain she would take to more from the hidden cupboard in his dressing room. Perhaps the straps next. “Wouldn’t you say so, Mr. Kingley?” He focused on the elderly lady before him, Mrs. Phillips. She was doddering and dear and a veritable chatterbox. Her round face was flush, her eyes bright, as she awaited his answer. “Forgive me, Mrs. Phillips. What did you ask me?” “Nothing important, I am sure,” she rushed out. She was a nervous thing, seemingly more so since her husband’s passing two years ago. He knew she didn’t have any family left in Highbury, and made it a point that she be included in any event in the village or its environs. Emmy teased him endlessly for his attention toward her, never quite seeing past the tip of her pert little nose to

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notice that the lady didn’t ask for any of it. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” he said. She twisted a handkerchief in her hands, her brow furrowed. “I was just saying that Mr. Churchill and Miss Woodson make a lovely couple.” Gabriel glanced over to see Emmy and Stephen, tilting his head. “Yes, they look quite handsome together. I daresay they are not a couple, however.” “Oh, I didn’t mean to presume!” She began to flutter again and he grabbed hold of her hands. “I know, Mrs. Phillips. Just an observation on my part as well.” Relief filled her eyes and she nodded vigorously. Trundling off to join the others, she seemed to be her old self again. Stephen and Emmy a couple? The notion was not far from what he and his friend envisioned, truly. Emmy belonged to both of them now, however. A threesome, though all in Highbury would be beyond scandalized should that fact ever come to light. Gabriel did indeed have a reputation. He would trade on that to keep any scandal from touching either Stephen or Emmy once their arrangement was permanent. And permanent it would be. He loved Emmy. He loved Stephen. He would not spend his life without both of them in it. **** Food was served, wine drunk, and after nearly two hours the party was waning. Stephen watched as Gabriel busied himself with the myriad of tasks burdening a landowner and once more thanked God for his father’s continued health. He himself had his aunt’s estate in York, though he preferred to leave it in his steward’s hands. As to his father’s lands, he had no interest. He looked over Gabriel’s estate, what he could see from his vantage point, and reasoned that if this was his he’d have a care for it

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as well. The land made Gabriel what he was as much as his genealogy. He loved and respected Gabriel for both sides of his personality. The stoic and methodical fellow hid the light and playful side Stephen knew was an important part of him. He guessed that was what drew Emmy and vexed her. When Gabriel had swatted her lovely behind that last time… God, his cock twitched at the memory. He glanced over at Emmy and found her looking exceedingly bored. She’d removed her bonnet and gloves, and absently toyed with the curls framing her face. Miss Stoat was going on about something or other and Mrs. Phillips had joined them at some point when he’d gone to speak with his father and stepmother. Gabriel joined them at last, relief clear on his face as he settled down on the blanket. “I trust everyone is enjoying themselves?” “Quite!” Miss Stoat enthused. “Don’t you say so, Mrs. Phillips?” “Yes, the breeze through the trees and the birds twittering, the pleasant buzz of conversation… I daresay I have never had such an enjoyable afternoon!” “The breeze and the trees,” Emmy muttered. “I daresay with the way you prattle on you could hear none save yourself.” Their little party grew silent and Stephen watched as a darkness flooded Gabriel’s brow. “Miss Woodson.” Emmy looked startled at her own utterance but seemed to be unable to make any sort of reply. A speechless Emmy? That alone was worth this moment of excruciating silence. “Oh, I a–am very s–sorry,” Mrs. Phillips stammered. “I didn’t mean to s–so monopolize the c–conversation. If I was in any w– way—” “Mrs. Phillips. Miss Stoat.” Gabriel stood. “If you will excuse me, I need to have a word with Miss Woodson.” Still apparently aghast, Emmy rose and walked toward the woods. Gabriel trailed after her, leaving Stephen to make his own excuses. There was no question of his not joining them. Whatever lesson Switch was planning to give Emmy, devil take him, there was no way

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he was going to miss it. He found them in the woods, not far from the picnic but secluded enough that none would intrude. Emmy was facing Gabriel, her hands outstretched. “I did not mean to be so harsh, Gabriel,” she said, her delicate brow knit. “Harsh? You were mean-spirited, Emmy. It was badly done of you.” She nodded, tears filling her eyes. “And she is such a dear thing. I was just so tired of playing the lady today, listening to Harriet wax poetic about you and Stephen, that Mrs. Phillips’ excessive conversation just struck a raw nerve. I fear my mouth got away from me.” “I can see her point,” Stephen said. Gabriel faced him, arching a brow. “Do you think Emmy has made a suitable defense then, Stephen?” He caught Gabriel’s meaning and gave a solemn shake of his head. “Sadly, no. I daresay she needs to be taught a lesson.” She backed up against the tree behind her. Tears gone now, heat flared in her eyes. “Here?” “She will have to be quiet,” Gabriel said, stepping close to her. “Take her licks in silence.” “L–licks?” Emmy asked, her cheeks pink. When her pretty mouth gaped open Stephen’s cock filled to bursting. He’d never been aroused so hard and so quickly as with their Emmy. It was remarkable. “Your mouth, Emmy.” He approached, unbuttoning his breeches. “As you said, it got away from you.” She eyed him as he freed his rigid cock, her nostrils flaring. “Y– yes.” He glanced about, seeing the soft needles on the ground. No grass to mar her pretty dress, then. “Kneel.” She shot a glance at Gabriel, who crossed his arms. God bless old

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Switch. No one did stern like him. Stifling a grin, Stephen watched as she knelt before him. Before he could even tell her to she took his cock deep into her mouth. Biting his lip to keep himself quiet, he watched as she sucked him down to the root. “You are a quick study, love,” he heard Gabriel say softly. She grabbed onto his ass, clutching at him, mewing as she licked and nibbled on his cock. It was quiet in the woods, the sounds of the festivities far enough away that they barely intruded. He glanced over to see Gabriel’s eyes intent on Emmy’s mouth, his cheeks flushed as he watched her bring him closer to climax. What would Gabriel do to her next? Stephen could scarcely wait to find out. He suddenly came in a rush, flooding her hot mouth as he bucked against her. “Bloody Christ.” She stared at him, her lovely mouth agape, and he drew her up and kissed her. She tasted like the wine she’d had and his passion. There was no other woman like their Emmy. He lifted his head at last and she grinned at him. He buttoned his breeches. “Do not look so smug, Emmy. I daresay Gabriel has a punishment to impart.” **** Gabriel watched as Emmy’s eyes grew dark again. He could only imagine how she would take this next lesson. “Turn around,” he said. She quickly did so and he braced her hands against the tree. He lifted her skirts and spread her lovely legs with his booted foot. “You should remember that not everyone is blessed with family and friends, Emmy.” “I know,” she whispered. “Not everyone has company often.” He drew her drawers down her legs and handed them to Stephen. “When they are about they tend to want to fill the time with happy chatter.” “I am truly sorry I said such a thing to Mrs. Phillips.”

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He nodded in agreement. He ran his hands over her smooth bottom, easing beneath to stroke her pussy. “You’re wet.” That wasn’t truly surprising. Passion had been clear on her face as she’d sucked Stephen’s cock and after, as she’d obviously tried to envision what he would do to her. He continued to stroke her buttocks, to tease her pussy a few more moments, until he lifted his hand and gave her bottom a slap. “Oh!” she cried. Her skin responded, trembling slightly from his glancing blow. It was a beautiful sight. “You will apologize?” he asked, delivering another slap. “Oh, yes…” she said, closing her eyes in obvious bliss. She was incredible. His cock throbbed to be deep inside of her. What would it feel like if he slapped her as he fucked her? “You will refrain from making such comments in the future?” he went on, smacking her again. “I will, I will.” She clutched at the tree, her expression a pretty picture of frustration. “Please, Gabriel.” “What is it you want, Emmy?” Stephen asked, bringing his face close to hers. “Tell us.” “I want Gabriel inside me,” she whispered. “In my pussy.” Gabriel freed himself and sank into her. She stifled a cry as he moved hard and fast between her legs. He grabbed her hips, then lifted a hand to slap her again. She clutched him even tighter in response and he came with a shudder, holding her against him until the last tremor subsided. Her bottom was flush against his belly, his hand grasping one breast, and he nearly shouted with his pleasure. It was several long moments before he withdrew from her. It took a few minutes but when they were at last put together enough they readied to return to the picnic. Gabriel drew her to him, kissing her as Stephen had. “There’s a good girl.” She dimpled up at him. “Oh, I’ve learned my lesson.” She walked on ahead of them then paused to look back over her shoulder. “I

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daresay I shall have to think of new ways to raise your ire if this is the result!” Gabriel stumbled as Stephen laughed beside him. “She’s got our number, Switch.” Gabriel laughed softly. “Minx.” **** Emmy had surely not expected such an encounter this afternoon, but she was quite proud that she was able to return to the picnic appearing none the worse for wear. Leaving Gabriel and Stephen to mull over her parting words, she walked on toward the sounds of the picnic. Her body was sated, her bottom pleasantly tingling, as she rejoined Harriet and poor Mrs. Phillips. She knelt on the blanket and took the older woman’s hands in hers. “Dear Mrs. Phillips, do forgive me for my unkind words.” The lady blinked owlishly at her. “Miss Woodson, I know that I sometimes monopolize the conversation—” “Nonsense,” Emmy cut in. “You are a delightful companion and a welcome guest to any gathering. I daresay I was hungry or perhaps the sun gave me a touch of a headache. In any event, I should not have taken my discomfort out on such a sweet person as you.” Her words were sincere, and Mrs. Phillips seemed at last to take them to heart. She nodded. “Thank you for saying so, Miss Woodson.” “Capital.” Emmy beamed a smile at her. “Now where were we? Let us have some refreshments and we can continue on. What say you, Harriet?” “Oh, yes! I could do with a bit of something.” “Let me be your servant,” Stephen said as he joined them. “I shall be but a moment.” Gabriel stood there as Stephen departed, a look of satisfaction on his face. He was correct, of course. He always was. She had no cause

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to say such a mean thing to the dear old woman. He was right on another account as well. She took to their lessons with an enthusiasm that surprised even her.

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Chapter 7 “I never imagined it could be like this, Switch.” Gabriel handed Stephen a glass of port and settled in the chair beside the cold hearth. Three days had passed since the picnic and he still marveled over their interlude in the woods. “Nor I.” “I suspected the three of us together would be incredible. I just never guessed…” Stephen took a long sip then studied the liquid in the glass. “I just… I never felt like I belonged anywhere.” That was surprising. “What are you saying?” “This arrangement we have with Emmy…” Stephen’s face took on a dreamy expression. “She has surrendered to us fully yet maintained the spirit we fell in love with in the first place.” Gabriel looked closely at him, seeing an unease that belied his words. “You are not speaking of our liaison, though, are you?” “No.” His shoulders slumped a bit. “I admit I do not feel quite at home here in Highbury.” “Your father is quite pleased to have you back.” “I know.” He let out a sigh. “I lived in Yorkshire for so long, Gabriel. I scarcely remember my time here, save for short visits over the years. I…” He seemed to study the pattern in the rug before the hearth. “I entered into an arrangement there last winter.” “Truly?” Gabriel thought for a moment. “How well do you know the girl?” “What?” Stephen blinked. “No, not that type of arrangement. I became engaged.” “Bullocks! What were you thinking then, starting our understanding here?”

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“I never bedded the girl, Switch. It was just a connection I felt I needed. I was so bloody lonely in Yorkshire.” “But now you are back, Stephen. What of your arrangement now?” “I ended the engagement immediately upon our settling on our plan with Emmy. Neat and clean, too, as the girl had no real feelings for me either.” Gabriel narrowed his eyes on his friend. He appeared worried and befuddled now. “What is this truly about, then?” He drained his port and sat on the settee with a grunt. “You’ve always known what your life would be like. Where you would live, what you would do. I have never had that.” “Our liaison with Emmy was something I couldn’t have predicted two months ago, yet you were convinced it would come to pass.” A smiled tugged at one corner of Stephen’s mouth. “As I said, it has exceeded even my expectations.” “And it is what I wish to continue into the future. All of our futures.” Stephen nodded but the worried expression was soon back on his face. “Is this about your aunt’s property?” Gabriel asked him. Stephen waved a hand. “I let my steward handle the running of the estate. It is nothing to draw my time or interest.” Gabriel took a sip of his own drink. “And your father’s property? It shall be yours one day.” “Far into the future, I pray. Besides, I wouldn’t know how to oversee any of it.” “You could help me here, then. Until you come into your inheritance.” Stephen’s eyes lit with cautious hope. “Truly? You would show me how to manage your tenants and such?” “Of course. I could use a fresh perspective, I suppose. God knows I’ve been at this so long I’m certain there are new and better ways to

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handle tenant issues and the like.” “I would be a clumsy steward,” Stephen said, a grin on his face. “My God, man! You cannot believe I’d have you take on that role.” Stephen caught his meaning and laughed. “When you take on that scowl I nearly believe you are as harsh as you pretend to be.” Gabriel finished his drink and let out a breath. “Ah, you’ve learned my secret.” He closed his eyes. “I suspect you’ve always known.” “I have,” Stephen answered. “It is how I knew you would take to our new arrangement with Emmy. This is forever, Switch.” Gabriel met his gaze. “Focus on convincing our girl of that then, Stephen. Neither of us withdrew from her, and you know full well the possible consequences.” Stephen nodded. “As to the rest of it?” Gabriel went on. “I promise you I will help you figure it out when the time comes.” “You know, you’re quite the brother I never had.” “I am an excellent brother,” Gabriel answered. “The eldest, the most fair, the most diplomatic, the—” “The most pompous, the most unyielding.” They both fell into laughter, and then Stephen stood. “Well, I suppose I should return to my father’s home at a decent hour.” Gabriel nodded as Stephen saw himself out. He’d never experienced this kind of relationship before connecting with Stephen at school. Surely not with his own younger brother, now married to Emmy’s sister. Gabriel had come into the inheritance when their father passed far too early, not long after their mother. He was given no choice but to be the rock of the Kingley family. It was his lot in life, and he took to it with a vengeance. It was his destiny, and would be passed on to his own son when the time came. His son with Emmy, if he had his way. There was always the chance that Stephen would get a babe on

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her as well, either before or after his own seed took root. No matter. Any child born of Emmy would be a Kingley. He’d see to it, and to the comfort of his family. That included not only any future children but Stephen and Emmy as well. They were tied together in his mind, and the notion felt right clear to his bones. He would stake his fortune and his future happiness on it. **** “Tonight, the straps.” Emmy’s breath caught at Gabriel’s edict. “Oh, Stephen! Do hurry with the laces.” Gabriel chuckled as she and Stephen struggled to divest her of her clothing, then took himself into the closet. How she longed to see what he kept in there besides the remarkable crop. Soon both she and Stephen were naked as he ran his skillful hands over her body. He stood behind her, his cock teasing over her buttocks like it had the other night. Standing, however, gave her leave to rub against him as much as she wished as he cupped her breasts. Her pussy felt hot, tight. Eager for whatever was to come tonight. “Emmy,” he murmured, nibbling her ear. “Do you need another lesson in patience?” “No,” she sighed. “I shall be a good girl.” Gabriel joined them, watching with dark eyes as he peeled off his own clothing. “We shall see about that.” His cock was full as well, though tonight he didn’t seem to be in the discomfort she’d glimpsed when they were last all in his bedchamber. Tearing her gaze from his beautiful cock she regarded the strips of leather in his hands. “What are those, pray?” He shook his head and smiled, a sly expression that sent her pulse pounding. “On the bed, love.” Stephen gave her breasts one more squeeze before urging her onto

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the big bed. “In the center, Emmy. On your back.” She did so, her skin prickling from the impact of their close attention. Stephen took two of the straps from Gabriel and affixed one to each bedpost at the head of the bed. Gabriel did likewise to the posts at the foot and she suddenly grasped the import. Oh, was she a wanton to desire whatever they would do to her now? “Do give me one of your lovely hands,” Stephen said. He wrapped one soft strap around her right wrist, securing it so that her arm was stretched as far as it could go. He did likewise with her left, effectively pinning her upper body to the bed. She could barely move, but the straps were not so tight as to cause discomfort. When Gabriel took her right ankle in his hands she knew what was to come. Though she should have been embarrassed to submit to such treatment her pussy swelled as both of her legs were fixed to the posts and she was spread wide to his gaze. “Excellent,” he said. Stephen joined her on the bed, once again trailing his hands over her body. He traced his fingers over her nipples, which felt hard and tight. Fleeting licks of his tongue caused a whimper to escape her. “Quiet, Emmy,” Stephen whispered. “Tonight we shall see how far you can go before begging for it.” She nodded, her lips parted as she took in shallow breaths. She felt on the verge of climax already and they had barely touched her. “The crop again, Switch?” Stephen asked. Gabriel nodded, coming to kneel between her legs. She eyed the clever crop, focusing on the popper that he soon flicked over her breasts. It brought no pain, just small bites of pleasure that sang over her flesh. “No discipline tonight, love,” Gabriel said, his voice thick. “But you must bow to our demands.” “Gladly,” she purred. He stroked her breasts again, trailing the crop over her belly now until he teased her clit. “Look at this handle, Emmy.” He held it aloft.

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“Does it put any notions in that sharp mind of yours?” She eyed the thick handle with its rounded knob on the end. “It looks like…” She flushed. “Bashful now?” Stephen asked. “To my eyes it resembles a cock. What say you, Switch?” Gabriel nodded, then lowered the handle to slowly penetrate her. She lifted herself to meet his thrusts. The handle was smooth, thick, and most delightful. It soon proved infinitely frustrating, however. She was seized with the need to raise herself higher, to urge him to increase his speed and pressure. She could scarcely move and he didn’t change his motions, damn his hide. He kept up the steady, slow movements until she cried out. “Easy, love,” Gabriel said. She heard the lust in his voice and could imagine his cock straining with every thrust of the crop. She couldn’t see it, however. When she looked downward she saw his shoulders and arms as he manipulated her new favorite toy between her legs. “Oh, you must take me!” she cried. “Now, Emmy. I am the one in charge here,” Gabriel answered. She growled her frustration. “Gabriel, the handle is not enough! I want your cock inside me now!” “Little wonder, that,” Stephen said as he tongued her nipple. “Gabriel is hung like a horse.” “Oh, but your cock is beautiful, Stephen,” she countered. Stephen lifted his head, one golden brow arched. “Oh?” “Yes. With its large head that feels so good deep inside of me. Please put it inside of me?” Gabriel groaned. “Emmy, you’re distracting me. Stephen, put something in her mouth.” In a flash Stephen straddled her, settling his cock between her breasts. “Gladly.” He put his cock in her mouth and she sucked it greedily. She took her frustrations out on him while twitching with pleasure

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as Gabriel continued to penetrate and withdraw. Stephen moved against her tongue, making sounds of his own heightened passions as he pinched and twisted her nipples. “Do not let Stephen come yet, Emmy,” Gabriel said. “Tease him.” “Damn you, Switch!” Stephen groaned as she released his cock and started to nibble on the underside of the head. “Christ, that feels good. Do that again.” There were no sounds in the room except for their labored breathing and the wet sucking sound of the crop handle as it slid in and out of her. She was in a frenzy now, sucking hard on Stephen until he came with a low groan. “Now, Emmy?” Gabriel asked softly. “Do you want my cock now?” She swallowed the rest of Stephen’s cream. Her lips moved but she couldn’t speak. She stared at Gabriel, fierce with wanting, and nodded vigorously. “That’s our good girl,” he said. He came over her and drove deep inside. She bucked as she came, soft moans coming from her as she tried to lift her pelvis up off the bed. He didn’t cease, bracing himself on his arms as his cock filled her at last. She pulled at her restraints, arching as much as they allowed, as she climaxed a second time. He stayed inside of her as he pulsed his own release. After the acute frustration they’d put her through it was like heaven. “Oh, I do like your leather,” she sighed. “And I love the way you look when you come, Emmy,” Gabriel answered, easing out of her. Stephen freed her hands while Gabriel freed her ankles and they each kissed their way down her limbs. Stephen kissed her breasts again while Gabriel sucked on her clit. To her amazement she found herself once again flying toward pleasure. “Oh, my!” “Not yet, love,” Stephen said. “We have other ideas for your delectable body this evening.”

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“But you have each…” She watched, surprised as their cocks swelled again. “How can you both be ready again?” They shared a glance then shrugged. “It is you, Emmy,” Stephen said. Gabriel urged her to a sitting position, kissing her gently. “Only you.”

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Chapter 8 Gabriel flipped her over and she nodded as she braced herself on her knees. “Oh, one of you will take me from behind? I do so like that.” Stephen closed his eyes and gave a silent prayer of thanks for this girl of theirs. Nothing seemed to put her off, which boded well for what was to come now. Her bottom was high in the air, her cheeks reddened from the friction of the coverlet as she’d fought Gabriel’s teasing thrusts earlier. He could hardly wait to spread those pink cheeks and fuck her in that delectable ass. “Stephen will make it easy,” Gabriel said, stroking her back. He handed Stephen the jar of salve he’d purchased and Stephen took a generous amount onto his finger. “This will be a bit cold, Emmy.” He inserted one finger into her hole and she gasped. “It shall warm soon enough.” “In my bottom?” she asked, her voice high. “Do you trust us?” Gabriel asked. “Of course,” she said simply. Stephen moved his finger in and out, feeling her pinch then begin to grow accustomed to this new touch. “Now two fingers, love.” He stretched her a bit, eager now to feel her tight passage around the head of his cock. “Tell me what you feel.” “It is strange, Stephen. But not unpleasant.” He stroked deeper and she gasped. “Oh, that feels…” she said. “I like that.” Shifting, he withdrew his fingers and placed his cock at the entrance. Holding her steady he pushed until her flesh was tight

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around the head. Hot and tight, the salve giving just enough lubrication to allow him to go all the way in. “Ah, yes!” he crowed. Emmy mewed beneath him, easing back and forth as he slowly moved in and out of her. He took his time, knowing this was far different from their acts over the past weeks. She seemed to take to it, chanting his name as he increased his speed by increments. “Stephen, I need…” She glanced up at Gabriel. “Gabriel, please. I need…” “Something in your pussy?” Gabriel asked her. “I don’t know… I… Yes!” Gabriel handed Stephen the crop and he slipped the handle deep into her pussy. She was wet around it, tightly convulsing as he settled the thrusts into an accord. She began to shake, trembling as she neared her climax. “Oh!” Gabriel held her shoulders as Stephen increased his actions. She came in the next moment and he fairly exploded within her. It was incredible and he squeezed his eyes shut as he regained himself. He dropped a kiss on her supple back and withdrew both his cock and the crop handle. “You are amazing, Emmy.” She cuddled in Gabriel’s arms, surprise and bliss on her beautiful face. “In my bottom,” she mused aloud. “Who would have guessed?” He shook his head and fell into heap on her other side. Soon they would penetrate her at the same time, loving her in perfect harmony as the three of them found bliss. In just a few days she would be theirs in every way. He believed he had the ideal evening for that particular event in mind. “Will you go to the assembly Friday next, love?” he asked her. Emmy yawned then gave a nod. “Of course. There is precious little to do here, and Harriet has been talking of little else.” “She told me she much enjoys dancing,” Gabriel said, stroking his hands over Emmy’s silky hair. “I nearly told her that I wish to dance only with you.” Emmy came up on one elbow. “Gabriel, you mustn’t! No one

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must guess that we… That you and I and Stephen have…” Her cheeks flamed red, amazing as she had so recently begged quite vocally for the two of them to take her. “You do not wish to dance with us?” Stephen teased. “Of course I do.” Her brow furrowed. “You two must be circumspect.” “Hear that, Switch? No standing around with our cocks at attention every time Emmy sashays past.” She swatted him. “Do not tease me. Your father and Mrs. West will be in attendance, Stephen. Gabriel, all of Highbury is expected to attend as well. Promise you will not show any partiality toward me. Both of you.” Stephen shook his head. “I daresay it wouldn’t take much for anyone to guess what we feel for you, Emmy.” She lowered her gaze. “Lust,” she whispered. “I know.” He caught Gabriel’s gaze, seeing his own worry mirrored there. For once he decided to keep his mouth shut and take Gabriel’s lead. Any partiality? That tepid word was no way to describe what the three of them shared. Lust did not capture that either. Love. He saw it in all of Gabriel’s looks and knew he felt it himself. She had to love them as well. She gave so much with nary a hesitation. She was beyond perfect and soon she would realize that they could not envision a life without her in it. **** Emmy checked her appearance in the cheval glass for the fifth time. The assembly had snuck up on her, occupied as she had been with her two lovers. Ooh, lovers. Gabriel and Stephen gave her so much pleasure and seemed to take so much from her, it was nearly perfect. The only flaw marring their liaison in her mind was the niggling certainty that it would all cease in a matter of weeks. Autumn loomed, of course. And with it Gabriel’s estate business

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would be bustling with its harvest. Stephen would no doubt flee again and she would be left alone once more. Risking wrinkles to her gown, she sank onto her chair before her vanity and sighed. So much had changed since she entered into this affair with the two of them. Her body seemed to no longer be her own, aching with needs she never could have imagined. Her mind seemed possessed as well, filled with thoughts and images from their encounters until she thought she would go mad. How they made her feel, body and soul, was something she never expected. Yes, her body and mind and soul were engaged. What she hadn’t prepared herself for was the total immersion of her heart. She loved them both. That realization was beyond startling. She’d admired Gabriel for years now, and Stephen aroused her nearly from the start. Perhaps giving in to her baser urges had been unwise in retrospect. If she’d known that she would tumble head over heels in love with both of them? Well, perhaps she would have kept her legs closed. “There is no use bemoaning what has transpired,” she muttered to herself. “I gave them everything and will be left with nothing.” But tonight? Tonight she would dance. She went down to her waiting carriage and departed for the hall. The assembly was a crush, no real surprise. Harriet found her almost immediately. “Oh, Miss Woodson! Isn’t it all so lovely?” Emmy looked about, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. “I am certain we shall enjoy ourselves, Harriet.” “Everyone is in attendance, Miss Woodson. Simply everyone!” “Mr. Markham, I presume?” Harriet waved a hand toward the left corner of the large room. “He and his sisters, yes. He looks quite handsome this evening, don’t you think?” Emmy followed Harriet’s fingers, seeing the gentleman farmer standing with two pretty girls not far from where the orchestra was

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seated. They all had the same wheat-colored hair, marking them as siblings. His dress was impeccable, if not particularly fancy. Tilting her head to one side, she was forced to acknowledge that he did indeed present a handsome picture. “He looks more than presentable, Harriet. Are you still set on him as a beau?” “I suppose.” Harriet sighed audibly, settling her gaze toward the other end of the room. “Although this evening there seems to be plenty of gentlemen to turn my head.” Emmy jerked her own head in that direction, her gaze searching even as she suspected who drew Harriet’s. The refreshments were set up there and, with a jump to her pulse, she recognized the striking figure of the gentleman leaning against the table. Stephen looked quite at his ease, dressed as finely as she’d ever seen him in tan trousers, brown jacket and green waistcoat. His hair glinted gold in the light of the candelabras hanging above. She knew how silky-soft his hair was, recalled clutching it frantically as he licked her pussy. His long legs were crossed at the ankles, the muscles of his thighs outlined in his trousers. She could envision him naked as she’d seen him two nights’ past, leaning at his leisure as she devoured his cock. She so loved his passion, but his bright spirit touched her as well. “Y–yes, Mr. Churchill looks quite handsome,” she allowed, hearing the tremor in her voice. “I daresay I hope he dances with me,” Harriet whispered. “He might lack Mr. Markham’s brawn but he is quite well-built.” “Harriet!” Emmy admonished with a harsh whisper. “You should not speak so in company.” Harriet blushed but gave a shrug. “He has a particular beauty, Miss Woodson. There is no denying that.” Emmy pursed her lips. She supposed she had no call to feel so possessive of Stephen and his particular beauty, yet Harriet’s words made her wish to snatch her friend’s hair from her head! “Excuse me, Harriet,” she managed to say. “I believe I shall go

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pay my respects to Mrs. Phillips.” To Emmy’s consternation Harriet still gazed at Stephen like a hungry child eyeing a berry tart. Huffing to herself, Emmy crossed directly across the room to speak with Mrs. Phillips. She still felt the sting of shame for how she’d treated the elderly woman at Gabriel’s picnic, and making amends gave her the distraction she craved from Stephen—and Harriet’s worship of him. “Good evening, Mrs. Phillips,” she said with a smile. “Oh, Miss Woodson! How good it is to see you.” Emmy smiled and settle beside her. “You look lovely, Mrs. Phillips. Those feathers look quite cunning.” The lady patted her turban, stroking the obviously-treasured decoration. “Thank you.” “And how does this evening find you?” she asked. “Quite well, quite well. I do so love an assembly.” She nodded. “Perhaps you think to dance?” Mrs. Phillips laughed gaily. “Hardly! That is a young people’s occupation. I do look forward to seeing you turned about the floor.” “Well, I am certain—” “There is Mr. Kingley!” Mrs. Phillips cut in. “Oh, he looks quite dashing.” Emmy spied Gabriel easily cutting a swath through the partygoers. He looked glorious, blacks and dark blues dressing his tall frame. Broad shoulders, long legs, narrow hips. She pictured him as she’d seen him most recently, stripped to his beautiful skin and thrusting up into her until she shattered around him. It wasn’t just the passion that caused her unease now, however. The realization she’d come to before departing for the assembly rang through her like a death knell. She loved Gabriel, utterly and completely. Her stomach clenched and she bit her lip. “Are you feeling quite well, Miss Woodson?” Mrs. Phillips’s voice broke through to her. “W–what?” she said, pulling her gaze from Gabriel. “I…

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Pardon?” “You look flushed, Miss Woodson.” The lady narrowed her eyes, concern on her dear face. “Are you all right?” All right? Not at all. Her heart raced, her skin prickled and her pussy clenched wildly. “I am fine, Mrs. Phillips.” “Miss Woodson,” Gabriel said with a bow. “Mrs. Phillips. How are you ladies this evening?” “Oh, very well, Mr. Kingley!” Mrs. Phillips fluttered. “Miss Woodson and I have been talking about dancing. Isn’t that right, Miss Woodson?” Emmy could not form words as she gazed up at Gabriel. When he arched a dark brow she knew that he guessed the direction of her thoughts. How could he stand there, so composed, when her body was a trembling mass of urges? “May I have this dance, then?” he asked, holding out his hand. It was such a large hand. So graceful, with such long fingers. She could almost feel him caressing her, unerringly driving her to climax. Once more she swallowed convulsively. “Of course.” Mrs. Phillips looked quite pleased with herself, eagerness showing in her eyes. Emmy forced herself to steel her expression as she allowed Gabriel to lead her into the dance. Thankfully the complicated steps of the country dance engaged her enough to quell her desires for the time being. By the time Stephen begged for his turn with her she felt confident that none present would guess the desires that swirled within her. “I have never seen you so quiet, Emmy,” Stephen said, bending his head close to hers as he twirled her about. “I daresay it is refreshing.” She did not rise to his bait, instead clicking her tongue and lifting her chin. “Mr. Churchill, I daresay you overstep. Are you saying I am quite dull this evening?” “Ah, never that.” He laughed. She gazed up at him, into his dancing eyes, and felt the floor tilt.

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Oh, Lord. She loved Stephen as much as she loved Gabriel. Her body might no longer be pure, but it was her heart that was damaged beyond repair.

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Chapter 9 Emmy fled the dance floor with as much speed as she could muster without outright running, keeping her expression serene as those in attendance nodded their greetings. Being one of the few persons of such high status in these environs brought her attention she did not desire at present. It was unusual for her and but one more reason to wish she had never come to this blasted assembly. “Miss Woodson,” Mr. Hodge said as she hurried past. Nodding, she continued. “A delight to see you, Miss Woodson,” Mrs. Clayton said as she stepped around her toward the retiring room. Emmy spied Mrs. West seated within the retiring room, her face a bit flushed. “Oh, Mrs. West!” “Dear Emmy!” Her former governess beamed. “It has been too long since I’ve seen you.” Guilt niggled at her. Yes, she had avoided both Mrs. and Mr. West. Her involvement with Stephen and Gabriel was not something she would want them to discover, and if she had to pass another evening in all of their company she would surely reveal every iota of emotion she felt for the two gentlemen. Just the thought of what they’d done to her at the pianoforte in the Wests’ parlor caused her to lower her gaze. She hadn’t even surrendered to them at that point, but now? With everything she knew about passion and lust and desires? All would be crystal clear to the woman who practically raised her. “I have missed you,” she said with honesty, sinking beside her onto the couch. “I found I had to seek solace from the crush out there,” Mrs. West

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said. “I saw you dancing, however.” Fondness warmed the lady’s eyes and Emmy smiled. “I have enjoyed myself, yes.” “With Mr. Kingley and our Stephen,” Mrs. West added. “Yes.” Mrs. West leaned back. “You know, I had hoped Stephen would stay in Highbury. It is his father’s dearest wish.” “It would be wonderful,” Emmy allowed. “I fear it is not to be, however.” Nausea swirled in her belly again. “Why, pray?” Mrs. West looked furtively about then came close to her. “He has entered into an arrangement, Emmy.” Emmy was speechless for a moment. Mrs. West could not know! “Oh?” she squeaked. “Back in Yorkshire.” “W–what?” “He has been engaged for months now. Well, at least he shall be settled at last even if it is in Yorkshire.” Emmy’s pulse pounded in her ears, a rushing sound that blocked Mrs. West’s voice. She could see the woman’s lips moving but could hear nothing but the crash of her heart shattering into a million pieces. Stephen was engaged? If she had wanted a sign as to the end of the liaison among the three of them, this was most assuredly it. Stephen would leave—to marry, of all things!—and Gabriel would go back to treating her with affectionate derision. He would never want her as his wife, either. Not now that she had given herself so wantonly to both. She would end up with neither. “Excuse me, Mrs. West.” She came to her feet. “I find I am quite thirsty. May I get you some refreshment?” “No, thank you.” Mrs. West smiled. “Do promise me you will come visit me soon?” Emmy managed to nod before venturing back out into the fray.

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Stephen was engaged! He would be gone from her and Gabriel would become to her what he had been the whole of her life. Years of loneliness stretched out before her. Tonight, however? She would have the passion of her two lovers for one last time. They would never know how much she loved both of them, but she could most certainly show them how much she desired them. She had learned her lessons quite well indeed. She saw Stephen immediately, standing among a group of young people she vaguely knew from around Highbury. She noted that the girls fawned over him, not that she could fault them their taste, as she approached the group. A smattering of greetings met her ears, which she absently returned. “Mr. Churchill, may I beg your assistance?” she asked. Stephen’s laughing eyes crinkled but he sketched a pretty bow. “I am ever your eager servant, Miss Woodson.” She took his offered elbow and they left the little group. “I want to go home, Stephen,” she whispered. “Home?” he asked, blinking. She flushed. “To Dunwell Abbey,” she returned. “Pray, find Gabriel?” “I take it our dearest girl came unescorted as usual?” “I am on my own, yes. I shall tell my driver to return to Hartfield.” Stephen shook his head. “I’ll fetch Gabriel and we shall see to it.” He smiled. “Then we shall see you home, Emmy.” She left his side to retrieve her wrap. She bade farewell to Harriet and to Mrs. Phillips and stepped outside to await Gabriel’s carriage. It seemed to take an inordinate amount of time but at last the familiar vehicle appeared before her. She boarded, fidgeting until Gabriel and Stephen joined her. Gabriel directed the driver to the Abbey and faced her, worry clear on his features. “What is wrong, Emmy?” She could not put her feelings into words, not with both of them

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so close to her in the confines of the carriage. She could smell each of their unique scents, knew with her eyes closed which belonged to which, and breathed in deeply. “I had to leave. I am sorry.” “Why?” Stephen asked. He took one of her hands in his. “You looked quite upset, love. I do not like to see you in such distress.” She longed to ask him about his secret engagement, of the girl who would have him forever, but she could not. “I had to be alone with you.” She grabbed Gabriel’s hand. “With both of you.” A slow smile curved Gabriel’s lips and he pulled her close. “Both of us?” “Ah, Emmy.” Stephen kissed her cheek, her lips. “We are at your mercy.” They arrived at Gabriel’s home in but a few minutes. The two of them urged her inside and up the grand staircase to Gabriel’s bed chamber. There would be no teasing tonight, she knew. No bondage or spanking or delaying their pleasure until all of them nearly combusted. Carnal desire was clear on both of their faces and she felt the urgency in her soul. Her pussy wept with juices and her breasts were heavy, her nipples begging for their touch. Quickly divested of her lovely ball gown she liberated Gabriel of his finery while Stephen stripped with lightning speed. “Both of us.” Stephen stroked his cock, now thick and visibly hard. “Enlighten us, pray?” She raised her chin, trying to affect a sophistication she sorely lacked. Standing there naked, trembling with lust for the two of them, she faced first one then the other. “The other night, when Stephen was in my bottom. I wanted…” “Something in your pussy,” Gabriel finished. “Are you saying…?” She clutched at him, stroking his cock and rubbing her breasts against his chest. “I want both of you to love me.” Her words startled her, but it seemed they took her statement as a

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request for passion not devotion. She soon found herself flat on the bed, Stephen’s clever lips and tongue pulling delightfully at her nipples while Gabriel devoured her pussy. It was wild and fast, and she quickly crested toward pleasure. Stephen did not cease, teething one breast while manipulating the other as she cried out. Gabriel began to tongue her deeply, thrusting and licking and sucking until she seemed to take leave of all her senses but those focused on what they did to her. How she would miss this! Sobbing, she came in a rush. A hot flush spread over her breasts, and her pussy convulsed around Gabriel’s tongue. “Now, Emmy,” Stephen said, lifting her off the bed. “We’ll both love you now.” Oh, how she wished his words meant what she longed for in her soul. She buried her face in his neck to hide her yearning. “Switch, come up here,” Stephen said as he climbed off the bed and went into Gabriel’s dressing room. Gabriel ran his gaze over her, clearly inflamed with lust, and nodded. His body was taut, his mouth set, and his shaft was gorgeously erect. Settling on his knees, he grasped the headboard as he had that other evening. She bent toward him and quickly engulfed the head of his cock, earning a growl of pleasure before he lifted her from him. “Not this time, love,” he rasped. Stephen returned. “Climb on Gabriel’s lap, Emmy.” She did so, straddling his strong thighs. He clutched at her, bringing his skillful lips to her breast and tugging with persistence. The rough hairs on his thighs teased her swollen pussy and she dragged herself over him with delight. “Ah, Emmy,” Gabriel said, leaning his head back. “Your pussy is so hot it fairly scalds me.” She would not feel a lick of embarrassment. If she was to have only this last night with them she would experience every bit of pleasure, from twinge to burst. Stephen returned, holding the jar she recognized from the last time

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he’d penetrated her bottom. Everything inside her clenched with need and she wriggled at him. “Quickly, Stephen.” He cursed softly and inserted first one then two lubricated fingers into her passage. It pinched and she sucked in a breath, grabbing on to Gabriel’s shoulders. “Easy, Emmy,” Stephen said softly. “This cannot be fast. Do relax.” She attempted to do just that, and Gabriel’s drugging kisses soon aided in that regard. She opened her mouth to him, sucking at his tongue as if she could memorize his taste and texture. His hands stroked over her back as Stephen continued to probe her in everincreasing speed. She pulled a bit inside when Stephen withdrew his fingers, letting out a gasp in the next moment as he pushed his cock deep within her. “That’s it,” he said, his voice low. “Christ, this is incredible.” She moved a bit, the oddly wonderful, full feeling seizing her again. Her pussy began to drip with need. Gabriel continued to play at her breasts, moaning his own delight as she felt his cock tease her clit. “Oh, please…” she rasped. “Yes, Emmy,” Gabriel said, his voice rough. He fingered her and she felt a burst of ecstasy. It was not enough. Even the favored riding crop would not be enough to satisfy her tonight. “Your cock, Gabriel. Your big, beautiful cock. Please!” “How could I refuse such a pretty request,” he ground out. He shifted as Stephen held tight to her hips, hovering just at the entrance. With a grunt he lowered her onto his shaft. She squeezed her eyes shut as he was filled to bursting. It was incredible. She had both of them within her, Stephen easing in and out of her bottom as she rode Gabriel’s cock. Alternating, withdrawing and thrusting with a rhythm she knew she would remember forever, they both took her. Stephen moaned behind her, reaching up to grab her breasts in both hands while Gabriel directed their movements now. He held her hips still, thrusting up into her as far as he could and withdrawing

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nearly completely. The two of them, giving her such pleasure and taking all she had, caused her to shudder toward climax again. Legs shaking, hands clutching at Gabriel as she felt the onslaught and cried out their names as she writhed between them. Their movements became less measured now, Stephen fucking her with his full passion while Gabriel urged him on. “Ride her, Stephen. Deep.” He trembled beneath her, shaking as he obviously neared his own bliss. “Are you there, Switch?” Stephen gasped. “Can you feel it? God, can you feel it?” Gabriel gave a shaky nod. “Yes. Both of us. God, yes. Emmy! Dear, sweet Emmy!” He thrust deeply one more time, shuddering violently as he exploded inside of her. Stephen soon followed suit, shouting her name as he flooded her with his cream. Inexplicably, she began to cry. “Emmy, did we hurt you?” Gabriel asked, withdrawing from her. He cuddled her close. “Please tell me we didn’t hurt you.” “I will never forgive myself,” Stephen said, out of breath as he slipped from her as well. She sobbed loudly now, overcome with love for these two men. She would have to leave them, Stephen to his betrothed and Gabriel to his former contempt. Tonight they were hers but she knew it would never be enough. Holding her close, they stroked and caressed and cherished her as she sniffled. Both of them loving her, at least physically, was pure bliss. She reasoned one could never envision a more perfect last night together. Or a more perfect way to say good-bye.

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Chapter 10 “What do you hear from her?” Stephen asked. Gabriel shook his head. “She hasn’t responded to any of my missives. It has been nearly two weeks. I was thinking that perhaps that last night…” His voice trailed off. “Were we too rough?” Stephen settled on the chair near the hearth. “I took as much care as I could, Switch. Even at the end, when all I wanted was to fuck her until she shattered.” “I know.” Gabriel bit back a curse as he sank down on the settee. “She cried, Stephen. Our girl cried. I thought I’d die before ever seeing her cry.” “It nearly broke my heart.” Stephen leaned back, raking his fingers through his hair. “I admit I was startled when she asked us both to take her.” “I was not. She has done everything we’ve ever asked of her. And gladly. This was the next step in our minds. Perhaps she suspected as much?” “She is a quick study. My God, it was incredible. I could feel every inch of you inside of her. I’ve never known such harmony.” “It was amazing, and I for one refuse to believe that will be the first and last time we experience that with her.” They were quiet for a long moment, each lost in thought as they tried to find a reason for Emmy’s sudden withdrawal. “I saw Miss Stoat in the village,” Stephen said at last. “And what information did she impart?” “Nothing of consequence. She seems such a silly thing. She was flirting with me, Switch. As if I’d consider another woman with

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Emmy in my heart.” “Thanks to Emmy’s encouragement it seems the girl is reaching high.” “For a match? I thought Markham offered for her.” Gabriel cursed. “He did, but Emmy convinced Miss Stoat that she could do better.” He looked at Stephen pointedly. “And can you imagine on which gentleman she’s set her cap?” “The hell you say! I just extracted myself from an unwanted engagement. I’ll be damned if I get snared into another one.” “No worries, Stephen.” Gabriel stood and began to pace. “I’m sure the girl will come to realize that she would be a fool to let Markham go.” A knock came at the parlor door. “Come,” Gabriel said. The door opened and the Kingley butler bowed. “Forgive me, sir. A missive just arrived for you.” Stephen sat up, his every muscle tense. Gabriel crossed and took the note from the servant, closing the door behind him. “Tell me that is from Emmy,” Stephen said. Gabriel nodded, turning the paper over and over in his hands. “At long last.” “Open it!” Stephen growled. Gabriel broke the seal and unfolded the letter. Stephen read the remarkable play of emotions over his friend’s face—first puzzlement then hurt then anger. Cold fear pooled in his belly. “What does she say?” he forced himself to ask. Gabriel crumpled the paper in his fist. “She has ended our liaison, as she words it.” Stephen jumped to his feet. “Why the devil would she do that? Does she give a reason?” Gabriel shook his head. “I cannot make any sense of it. She says you will return to Yorkshire to marry, and I will find a woman who hasn’t behaved like a wanton.”

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“A wanton? Like hell. We’ll go to her right now and tell her we love her. That will make her see things straight.” Gabriel grabbed his arm as he stormed past. “No. She won’t believe us. She must have heard of your engagement.” “My broken engagement, Switch. It is of no consequence.” “Emmy is stubborn, Stephen. She always has been. That damn spirit of hers was the first thing that attracted us.” “After her beautiful face and figure.” Gabriel gave a shaky nod. “We’ll have to tread lightly. I know she loves us. It is evident in all her looks and actions.” “There, you see?” “However I believe that is half the problem.” Stephen sank back down into the chair, his heart in pieces. “We cannot lose her.” “We won’t.” “I have to set matters to rights, Gabriel. She needs to know that I am not engaged and that we love her.” Gabriel studied him for a long moment then walked to the door. “Come, then.” “Where?” Gabriel grinned. “To declare our love to our one and only.” Letting out a whoop, Stephen bound to his feet again and followed Gabriel to the stables. **** Emmy studied herself in the mirror, taking breath after painful breath as she sought to calm her nerves. It had been two long weeks since that incredible night at the Abbey, and an hour didn’t pass without her recalling every move, every touch, in stunning detail. Her father was blissfully ignorant of her downcast mood, of course. Mrs. Waltham saw to his needs while Emmy indulged in her melancholy. Gabriel had written every day since the night of the assembly, but

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until today she’d avoided the permanent step she knew she had to take. Severing their liaison, setting them both free, had been the only thing she could do. Why, then, did it feel like her entire being was torn in two? Her maid had wrought a miracle on her appearance today. She’d brought rosewater to soothe her complexion and used her skill with the brush and pins to make her presentable. It was the first day since that night that Emmy had even risen before the afternoon, and that was only because Harriet was to call today. Goodness knew she could certainly use the diversion. Perhaps her friend’s recounting of gossip in the village would take her mind off of Gabriel and Stephen. Emmy stood and adjusted her fichu into the bodice of her pretty pink dress. It was the same gown she’d worn on the picnic, when her two beaux had teased, tormented and pleased her in the shady woods of the Abbey. “Stop thinking about them,” she admonished herself. Descending belowstairs, she found Harriet awaiting her in the parlor. She instructed the staff to bring tea and refreshments and settled on a settee. “Do sit, Harriet.” She managed a smile for her friend. “It has been too long since we have passed the time together.” “I know! I daresay we haven’t spoken since the assembly.” She schooled her expression. “Yes, the assembly. That was a pleasant time.” “Oh, indeed. So many eligible gentlemen about.” Harriet preened a bit, then dimpled a smile at Emmy. “You may be correct, Miss Woodson.” “About?” “My chances with someone other than Mr. Markham, of course. There have been several prospects about Highbury of late.” This was a welcome topic. Surely Harriet would wax poetic about the blacksmith’s son or the new tavern keeper. “And who, pray, has caught your eye?”

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“Not just my eye,” Harriet said. “He has captured my heart!” She forced a smile at the girl’s dramatics. “Do tell me the identity of this fortunate gentleman, Harriet.” “Why, none other than Mr. Stephen Churchill!” Emmy gripped the arm of the settee to keep herself from falling to the floor in shock. “Mr. Ch–Church…” “He is so handsome, Miss Woodson. Oh, he has a fine physique but it is his good humor and laughing eyes that won me to him.” “Harriet, you cannot believe that he will offer for you.” “And why not?” Harriet lifted her chin. “You have told me time and again I can reach higher than Mr. Markham. Why, I have even been considering Mr. Kingley. It seems that when last we spoke—” “Mr. Kingley?” Emmy cut in. She surged to her feet. “Harriet, you will not set your cap for either Mr. Churchill or Mr. Kingley!” “Miss Woodson!” Harriet gasped. “They are not for you!” Emmy heard her voice, knew she was screeching like a harridan, but could not seem to stop. “Mr. Churchill is engaged to a young woman in Yorkshire, Harriet. And Mr. Kingley…Why, I have it on good authority that his emotions are secured elsewhere as well.” Harriet frowned then raised her eyebrows. “Oh, Mr. Kingley and you are involved! I should have guessed, but at the assembly you seemed just as attentive toward Mr. Churchill.” Emmy’s heart raced, her body filmed with sweat, as she tried to undo the damage she had just wrought. “Harriet, you mustn’t tell anyone what you assumed. It is simply not true.” “Are we interrupting?” She whirled to find Gabriel and Stephen in the doorway. Her mouth gaped, her breath seizing in her lungs. “Mr. Kingley!” Harriet said, dropping a curtsey. “And Mr. Churchill.” She slanted a look at Emmy, who flushed hot. “I daresay this is a surprise.” “Harriet,” Emmy said in warning.

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“Oh do not trouble yourself, Miss Woodson.” Harriet beamed up at the two gentlemen. “I shall see myself out.” “Harriet…!” Before she could utter another word she was alone with Gabriel and Stephen. One shut the door, the other latched it, and they approached her. “Is your father about?” Gabriel asked. “Mrs. Waltham took him outside on the terrace.” She backed up, eager to put distance between the two objects of her heart’s desire. And her heart’s misery. “Harriet is a horrible gossip. It will be mere hours before her assumptions are spread far and wide in Highbury.” Neither gentlemen seemed put out by that bit of news. She narrowed her gaze on them. “Why are you two here? I believe I made matters clear in my missive.” “You are quite mistaken, Emmy. On several counts,” Stephen said, stepping close and taking her hand in his. “First of all, I broke off my engagement. Weeks ago, when we first began our arrangement.” She blinked rapidly as she tried to process his words. “You are not engaged.” “No. Nor will I ever be.” “I do not understand.” “Marry me, Emmy,” Gabriel said. “W–what?” Her legs gave out beneath her, and she plopped down on the settee once more. “Gabriel…” Stephen sat beside her while Gabriel fell to one knee before her. “I love you, Emmy. We both love you.” Inexplicably she began to cry, soft sobs that she could not seem to stop. “You love me. That cannot be.” “It is true,” Stephen said. “From the start, it was our plan to make our arrangement permanent.” “But how can that be possible?” she asked. “It is not.” “You will marry me and move into the Abbey. Stephen will join

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us.” “Gabriel is taking me under his wing,” Stephen said. “He shall show me the ways to run a grand estate, and at last I will have reason to stay in Highbury. My father will no doubt be pleased.” “And Stephen will effectively dodge any marriage-minded girls thrown his way,” Gabriel said with a nod. “Yes,” Stephen agreed. “I shall speak of my broken engagement as something I can never overcome.” He grinned. “That is very romantic, don’t you think? Quite suited to my temperament.” Their words came at her in a rush, pelting her tender heart with hope and then snatching it away in the next breath. How could they present such a rational solution to the most irrational life she ever thought to envision for herself? She looked from one to the other. Love was clear on both their faces, swirling in their eyes, and she let out a strangled laugh. Their expressions changed to puzzlement and she laughed harder still. “Emmy?” Gabriel asked, his brows drawn together. In sharp contrast, Stephen chuckled. “Have we finally driven you mad?” he teased. Her heart gave up in that moment. She loved them both for their differences, curse her weakness. “Oh, no! I love you both, so very much. I cannot marry you, Gabriel.” “What?” Gabriel’s fine mouth flapped open and shut. Stephen lost his beautiful smile. “Why not?” How she wished she could simply surrender her will as easily as she had her body and soul! She could not. “Your status in Highbury, Gabriel. My own reputation. Neither would survive this liaison.” “This is not a liaison, Emmy,” Stephen said. He took her hand in his. “This is forever. Both you and Gabriel have earned enough respect from all and sundry.” He winked. “I can manage to be circumspect. None will learn of anything that would sully either one

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of you. I love you both.” She stared at him. “You love Gabriel?” Stephen nodded. “As I love him, Emmy,” Gabriel said. His eyes were dark, earnest. “I can only envision a life with both of you in it. Can you not see the beauty of that?” “I can,” she admitted. “Then accept Gabriel, love,” Stephen said. “Make us both the happiest of men for the rest of our lives and we shall do our damnedest to make you happy as well.” Hope bloomed within her and she could not bear to tamp it down again. She kissed Stephen’s cheek and lifted Gabriel’s hand to her lips. “I will marry you, Gabriel.” Gabriel let out a breath. “We shall endeavor to keep you happy, Emmy,” he said. Stephen echoed his sentiments with a nod. “This is forever, love.” Forever. It was bliss. “My father will be pleased to see me settled nearby,” she said. “You may spend your days tending to him,” Gabriel offered. “And your nights in the arms of the men who love you,” Stephen added. They began to kiss and caress her, arousing her passions so easily as she gave herself up to them. She’d thought she knew everything about love and making the perfect match. She couldn’t have been more mistaken. She’d learned her lesson, and was a happier woman for it.

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