Wild Heights

Classics Rekindled 1

Wild Heights Cathy Earling has loved Edward Linden and Henry Heath forever. When they are away, it is as if two pieces of her heart are missing, beating again only when they return. Edward and his late father’s ward Henry have shared women before, but now they want to make Cathy theirs. After a wild, storm-drenched afternoon on the moors, the three begin a liaison, bringing them more pleasure than any had ever imagined. Together, Edward and Henry take Cathy to unexpected heights of passion, each encounter making them more certain that she is the only woman for them. As for Cathy, each time they are together she falls more in love with both of them. When gossip of their affair threatens to ruin her, Edward and Henry must convince her mind of what her body already knows: the three of them are destined to be together forever. Genre: Historical, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Regency Length: 22,136 words

WILD HEIGHTS Classics Rekindled 1

Josie Dennis

MENAGE AMOUR

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Chapter 1 Yorkshire, England, 1822 Catherine Earling stood in the parlor of Earling Manor, her arms crossed as she looked out across the expansive grounds. Her gaze fell on the lake that marked the end of the manor’s property. And the start of Thistle Grange’s. In a fortnight the blasted Season would at last be over, and all and sundry would flee London and head for their estates in the country. Even in this remote location, balls and parties and fêtes could be expected to commence as the fashionable returned. The little hamlet of Highmoor, the closest village to the two far-flung estates, would soon spring to life. Shops and taverns would welcome the wayward gentry back with open arms and embrace their open purses. All that mattered to Cathy, however, was that Edward and Henry would return. Her heart fluttered at the thought, that and the strange tingling in her belly that had begun to intrude on her sleep. Dreams of the two gentlemen, whom she’d known since childhood, had taken a decidedly lascivious turn of late. The thought of Edward’s long, graceful fingers, the image of Henry’s well-formed lips, caused her blood to heat. She pressed a hand to her breast and breathed in slowly.

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Would this Season never end? She had been in love with both of them since childhood. She pined for them when they went away to Cambridge, counting her own years by the evidence of another passed when they came home. Whenever they were gone it was as if two pieces of her heart were missing, only to join and beat again when they returned. She’d had a tutor and her parents for company, poor substitutes for Edward and Henry in her opinion. Now, with her parents dead and her schooling complete, she had none but servants to attend her. Cathy had never formally come out, just quietly celebrated her sixteenth birthday at the manor with her faithful servants. Each year passed like the one before it. No Season in Town. No Henry or Edward in Yorkshire. Now, five years later, she felt the prospect of the shelf looming directly above her. Little wonder, as she could not imagine marrying anyone other than Henry or Edward. They would return soon. She could look forward to enjoying the autumn on the arms of her favorite beaux. Did they care for her as she did for them? That she could not guess. They were attentive and kind to her, so different and so alike at the same time. There was no denying their charms. A scant three months apart in age, they’d seemed like one entity to her for the whole of her life despite their differences. Edward Linden was the son and heir, and business kept him in Town for the Season. Henry Heath was Edward’s ersatz brother, raised as a ward to Edward’s father since he was small. Treated like a son, orphaned Henry had enjoyed all of the advantages and hardships of being raised by rich but remote parents. Both mother and father were dead as hers were, gone just this past winter. The harsh weather and unrelenting winds of the moors had at last taken their toll on first one then the other of Edward’s parents. Her toes tingled at the thought of what mischief the two gentlemen would get up to now that they had no one to rein them in. Goodness knew they’d managed to raise quite a bit of it whenever

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they escaped from beneath their parents’ disapproving noses. Again she looked toward the lake, remembering that blissful afternoon two years past when first Edward then Henry had stolen kisses from her. She snorted. Hardly stolen. She would have willingly given them more than a kiss had they pressed her. Oh, she was a wanton to think of both of them in that manner! That afternoon it had taken all of her maidenly fortitude not to join them when she’d discovered them swimming naked in that very lake an hour before. That was her secret, however. Her delight as well, were she honest. She’d watched them from her hiding place among the brush. Ogled their lean and muscular bodies slicing through the water as they raced each other across the wide expanse of water. Admired their tight buttocks and sculpted chests and arms as they’d wrestled and laughed after one bested the other. Examined their intriguing members, long and thick even in the cool water. What would they look like aroused? The prospect should frighten her. It did not. Though built similarly, they were quite different in looks. Edward was fair haired and blue eyed and possessed a smile as bright as the sun itself. He’d taught her complicated pieces on the pianoforte and read her sonnets while reclining beneath the willows beside that lake. He was always kind, embracing her each time they met in a manner that slowly, by increments, ceased to be considered brotherly. His features were even and almost pretty. His scent, fresh and bright, was his alone. His kiss had been sweet and deep, clinging and delicious. Dark-haired Henry enjoyed coarser pursuits, urging her to ride with him as if the hounds of hell were after them. Chasing about on the estates with her after sheep and ducks and then climbing the jagged peaks to overlook the moors themselves. He was beautiful in a wild way, with brooding eyes and rugged features. He smelled of the outdoors, leather, and spice. His kiss had been hot and hard, delectable in its urgency. “Come, Miss Cathy.”

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Cathy turned to regard Maggie, her housekeeper. “What is it?” A familiar, indulgent smile curved the older woman’s lips. “Dinner, child.” Cathy nodded. “Thank you, Maggie. I shall be in directly.” Maggie left her alone once more. Cathy turned again, sparing the lake another lingering look. Come home to me. **** Edward Linden sat back against the carriage cushions, waiting until Henry was settled across from him. Henry looked presentable though his dress was less than precise. Edward could guess the reason. They had started last evening together but went their separate ways in the wee hours. Edward had ended the night deep in his cups, ever grateful that the Season had at last drawn to a close. As for Henry, he’d been with a widow Edward had himself last month. The carriage rambled out of Town, headed for Yorkshire. Edward knew that Henry felt the Season had been interminably long. Although he hadn’t the estate business that kept Edward quite busy over the past few months. “How was she?” Edward finally asked. “Exceedingly open-minded.” Henry grinned at him. “Quite gifted as well.” Edward laughed now, the sound light. “I have always found her so. And her mouth…” “Ah, her mouth.” Henry let out a moan. “She took my cock so deep I thought she would swallow my balls.” “Little wonder what killed her late husband, eh?” Henry leaned back, rubbing a hand over his cock as he sucked in a breath at the memory. “What a way to go, though. She drained me dry, I daresay.” Edward smiled then sobered a bit. “And now we must rusticate in Yorkshire again.”

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“Are you not looking forward to getting home? The estate, the grounds, the moors…I admit the thought soothes me.” “You ran quite wild in Town, Henry. I expect you to do as much when we are back at the Grange.” “No doubt. And perhaps you shall join me in Highmoor? The village is not without its own assets.” Edward shrugged. “I suppose. Though we’ve already had every maid at the Pig’s Knuckle. More than once.” “Perhaps they’ve taken on a new girl. I could use another ride and soon. Despite the lovely widow’s recent generosity, I find I’m aching to get fucked. I tell you, Edward. It can be your choice this time. The girl’s ass or her pussy. It matters little to me, really. Hell, you have a go while I watch and we shall take turns.” “Lord, Henry.” Edward let out a soft groan. “Do not put that image in my head, pray. I’ve been hard all day, just thinking about returning to Yorkshire.” “Oh? That is interesting. Yorkshire, eh?” Henry arched a dark brow. “Have you been thinking about Cathy, then?” “Of course.” Edward shifted in his seat, attempting to ease the erection the mere thought of their childhood sweetheart gave him. “Do you remember that afternoon, Henry? God, her lips were so soft.” Henry let his eyes drift closed for a moment, obviously savoring the memory. “And sweet. I’ve never tasted anything so sweet. Who would have thought that an innocent kiss could be so delicious?” Edward grew quiet. “She is twenty-one now,” he finally said. Henry made a show of considering Edward’s statement. They’d been counting the months since their kiss two years past, waiting for her to be ready. “Ripe, to be sure.” “It will have to be more, Henry. She deserves more.” “I would love to give her everything,” Henry admitted. “It is all I’ve thought about this long Season. She was crestfallen that morning, seeing us off to Town. It gave me cause to hope.”

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“Everything,” Edward repeated. “As sad as I was to lose our parents, now we are able to give her everything. Together.” Henry shook his head. “She is a country miss, remember. She hasn’t been much in company, let alone exposed to real passion. Save for those kisses.” “Ah, those kisses.” Edward thought for a moment. “It could work.” They could all make it work. “This would have to be forever. If we start on this course there would be no turning back.” “It’s what I’ve wanted for years.” “Would you be willing to give up your widows and maids?” “For Cathy? In the space of a heartbeat. What of your opera singers and tavern wenches?” “Well and gone.” Edward gave a firm nod. “It is settled then.” “It may take some doing, Edward. Finesse and a gentle touch.” Henry grinned. “You are quite famous for that.” “And you will have to overwhelm her senses. Make her want us badly enough to put aside any maidenly hesitation.” “It will be my pleasure, to be sure. Her lips, those breasts. Her sweet nature and bold spirit. I believe this will be the pinnacle for the two of us.” Edward eased back against the cushions once more, the rightness of it striking deep in his soul. “The last woman we will ever share.” Their gazes met and held. “Forever,” they said in unison. That settled, Henry peered out the window as they left the city behind. “We will have to stop for the night, however.” Edward caught his meaning. “Shall we take advantage of our freedom while it lasts?” “Capital notion, Edward.” Henry grinned. “Capital notion.”

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Chapter 2 “Mr. Edward Linden and Mr. Henry Heath have called, Miss Cathy.” Cathy’s heart skipped as Maggie’s words penetrated. They were home! They were home and had come to visit her! Abandoning her tedious needlework, she jumped from the settee. “Oh, Maggie, please see to tea?” The housekeeper left to see to refreshments, leaving Cathy to soothe her sudden fit of nerves. Smoothing her hands over her skirt, she lamented her choice of dress. Simple muslin, fine but unadorned. Her hair was dressed simply as well, upswept in braids at her crown. She knew she looked well, but the two of them had been in Town, circulating among ladies of wealth and station. If she had known they would visit today she would have made a concerted effort to appear as something other than a demure country miss. Why just last night, mired in another heated dream with Edward and Henry, she’d been dressed in her finest and squired by both of them to one ball after another. And afterwards, in the carriage, they’d each run their talented lips over hers. Stroked their rough yet gentle hands over her body until she wore nothing but her chemise. She’d awakened flushed and prickly, an insistent throbbing between her legs. She could not imagine how to soothe herself. And now? Now she felt like the untried girl she was. “Cathy,” Edward said as he strolled into the parlor. “It has been ages.” She caught her breath at his visage. He was so handsome, his smile warming her to her toes. “Edward.”

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He took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips. His breath lingered on her flesh, moist and hot. “Cathy,” Henry said as he followed behind. “My God, you’re even more beautiful than when we left you.” She faced Henry, reading the fondness always present in his dark eyes. There seemed to be something more than that tepid emotion evident today, however. His lovely mouth was curved in a smile almost carnal in nature. Her body flushed as it had last night, wetness flooding her drawers. “Oh, Henry.” He took her free hand and brought it to that well-formed mouth. His lips parted as he kissed her skin. Was that his tongue that brushed her flesh? They both regarded her closely, two pairs of eyes holding a promise she hadn’t seen before. Outside of her mind’s shameful nighttime ramblings, that was. Her breath held for a long moment before they each dropped her hands. “What have you been about this day?” Edward asked. She shook off her mind’s wanderings. “Nothing of import.” She cocked her head to one side. “I have been alone these long months with little to do, really.” Henry laughed. “Ah, I have missed you.” He strolled about the room, eyeing her discarded needlework. “Have you not made a pretty little something for me, Cathy?” He slid his gaze to Edward’s. “Or for Edward?” “I made something for each of you,” she admitted. Edward’s gaze heated then and he smiled. “Always such a generous and thoughtful girl.” Something in his tone made her body flush hot head to toe. She found Henry’s eyes fixed on her bodice before he once more smiled. “We have missed you.” She couldn’t help it. She pouted. “Every Season you are gone. And every August you come back with such words.” Henry stepped closer, the familiar and intoxicating scent of him

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filling her senses. “Do you wish us to stay in Yorkshire, Cathy?” His voice held a husky note that sent shivers skittering over her flesh. Edward was on her other side now, close enough that she could smell him as well. “Perhaps we could work out an arrangement that would allow us to spend as much time together as we all desire.” Smooth as honey, his voice enhanced the impact of Henry’s. They were both staring at her lips, which suddenly felt swollen and tingling. That day at the lake rushed back to her, and she thought for one mad moment that they would kiss her there in the parlor! In the next instant, they each stepped back. At last she could breathe, but oh how tight her stays seemed. “Have you a beau here in the country?” Henry asked. “A man in the village who wishes to make you his forever?” Edward added. “No!” She took another breath. “There is no one in bloody Highmoor. The two of you know that I spend my time in limited company.” They exchanged a glance of some import, though she could not ascertain its meaning. “What is that look?” she asked. “The two of you have always done that, you know.” Edward arched a golden brow. “Have we?” Henry laughed. “We were unaware.” She snorted. “I daresay neither one of you are ever unaware of anything.” They smiled at each other now, bright expressions that caused her heart to double its beat. “There is to be an assembly in the village tomorrow,” Henry said. “I am sure you heard of it?” “I have heard of little else, since nothing of import ever happens here.” “There is that spirit,” Edward said. “I take it you are without escort?”

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She folded her arms. “As is normally the case.” “No chaperone?” Henry asked. “I am twenty-one years old now, Henry. I daresay I have no need of one.” “What of propriety?” Edward asked. She considered his question. “The matrons in the village usually watch closely, ready to step in on my behalf should a gentleman appear too…familiar with me.” Henry gave a nod. “As they should. You are not meant for any of them.” His words sounded so final, as if he alone knew her fate. No, not Henry alone. Edward wore that same determined expression. “What are the two of you about?” she couldn’t help but ask. “We shall serve as escort,” Edward said with a playful bow. “You shall dance with none other than the two of us,” Henry put in. “I…” She swallowed. The room was suddenly stifling. The sun that had been so warm and inviting moments before was now unbearably hot. They took her hands again, standing so very close. “Will you keep yourself only to us?” Edward asked. How could she refuse? The two of them were the only gentlemen for whom she had any regard. “Of course.” Henry let out a breath. “It is done.” She blinked, unable to grasp what he truly meant by those words. “Henry, what are you—” “Lord, it is hot today,” he cut in, pulling at his cravat. “Indeed.” Edward dipped his head. “I fear the lake calls to us, Cathy.” Immediately her mind filled with the image of the two of them naked in the water. “The lake,” she repeated. “A swim is just the thing.” Henry bowed to her. “Until tomorrow.”

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Edward did likewise, and they left her. The parlor seemed sucked of its very life, the colors dim and the air still. Fanning herself, she settled on the chair beside the window. The lake beckoned, Edward had said. She gazed jealously at the water in the distance, sparkling and winking at her as if to boast. Would that she could see them swim again. Kiss them again. How could she want both of them so desperately? “I am surely a wanton,” she murmured. **** “You heard her, Edward,” Henry said as he stripped. “She is to keep herself to us.” “For the dance,” Edward corrected. “She had no notion of what we were truly asking.” Henry shrugged. “No matter. It was obvious in all her looks that she wants us.” “I daresay she is unsure of what she wants, precisely.” Naked now, Henry stretched. The dappled shade beneath the trees here was delightful on his skin, and he knew the water would be blessedly chilled. His body was on fire right now. “Then it is up to us to illuminate the subject for her.” Edward shed the last of his clothing and began to wade into the water, hissing as the cold struck him. “This should ease my cock.” Henry laughed, seeing Edward was as hard as he himself had been since touching Cathy’s hand. Henry barreled into the lake, letting out a shout before dunking beneath the water. When he surfaced, Edward was still inching his way. “Good God, Edward. Just jump in.” Edward appeared to consider his suggestion then dropped backwards into the water. He came up laughing, splashing toward Henry. “Satisfied?” “Hardly.” Henry leaned back and spread his arms, his upper body

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floating as his feet now barely touched the bottom. “I will not be satisfied until we both have her.” They both fell silent in their musings. Raised like brothers, they’d come into manhood the same summer. The first time Edward suggested they share a wench, when they were both eighteen years of age, Henry had been hesitant. Surprisingly, watching Edward fuck the chit had given Henry almost as much pleasure as when he took his place with her. And in the eight years since, they’d shared their sexual exploits in either word or deed. “Did you see her face, Henry?” “Cathy has grown more beautiful,” Henry said. “All that lovely dark hair. I can easily picture her with it down around her shoulders.” “Those eyes. Like the lake on a stormy day.” “Hell, her lips,” Henry put in. “I swear they have gotten fuller. It was all I could do to keep from kissing her.” “It has been too long.” Edward breathed in. “What of her scent? Fresh like heather.” “I smelled her arousal, as well. It was faint, but evident. She wants us.” Henry began to stroke himself. “What I wouldn’t give to have her saucy mouth on my cock at this very moment.” “Her body, Henry.” Edward groaned as he grasped his own shaft. “Her breasts. So full and plump, even beneath that blasted fichu. What do you imagine her nipples look like? Rosy and pink like her lips?” “Darker, I think.” Henry pulled on his cock, closing his eyes. “And her pussy. God, what of her pussy? More of that dark hair, curled and damp and soft.” “It will be so tender,” Edward said, his voice harsh. “So sweet and tight.” “And hot,” Henry bit out. “Scorching hot.” “What of that first time?” Edward let out a groan. “Can you imagine how incredible that will be?” “Who?” Henry sucked in a breath. “Who shall take her

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maidenhead?” Edward grew quiet, save for the groans he made. Henry echoed the sounds, driving himself closer to the brink. “You,” Edward gasped. “If you let me taste her pussy first, you can be the first to take her.” Henry made a sound of assent, imaging Edward’s face buried in Cathy’s pussy, his tongue stabbing deep as she sobbed her release. “You will tell me what she tastes like,” he growled. “Lick her lips and suck her clit until she cries out our names. Make her come so hard she will be flooded with juices and primed for my taking.” And take her he would. Slowly at first, then fucking her so hard and so deep she would remember that next climax for days. “Yes,” Edward hissed. “I can picture it, Henry. Her pussy pulling your cock deep inside as she crests on the brink of pleasure. Fuck her hard. Tell me everything you feel as she begins to squeeze your cock tight.” They both began to come. Great tremors shook Henry’s body, his balls tight as he arched back in the water, groaning Cathy’s name as he lost himself. He heard Edward’s shout of pleasure a scant moment later. “I haven’t come so hard in years, and never from the stroke of my own hand.” Catching his breath at last, Henry glanced at Edward. A lopsided grin curled his usually patrician mouth, and Henry barked out a laugh. “I haven’t seen that look on your face since that first time, either.” Edward ducked beneath the water, coming up to sweep his hair back from his face. “She is the one.” Henry nodded. “Come.” He straightened in the water. “Race me across the lake.” Edward sprang up and began to swim, long strokes that pulled him through the water. Henry hurried to join him, certain that they would gain the opposite bank at nearly the same moment. They did, of course, do everything together.

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Chapter 3 The assembly hall was full. Henry and Edward were not the only gentry present, though they were the most compelling in Cathy’s opinion. Clad in formal attire, they rivaled even her mind’s musings over their nakedness in the lake. She pulled in a shaky breath. Their sudden reappearance in her life had sent her imagination into a spin. Last night she’d envisioned the two of them once more, attentive and amorous to her alone. In her dream Edward taught her a particularly challenging piece on the pianoforte, sitting closer by inches on the bench until he bent her back over the instrument and spread her legs, touching her…there. His fingers played her with dexterity, wringing a moan out of her. Henry stood watching, looking deep in her eyes before leaning down and placing that lovely mouth of his on hers. Soon their hands were on her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples until she cried out, jarring herself out of sleep. She’d placed her hand on the wet, throbbing flesh between her legs, closing her eyes as she imagined the two of them touching her as she attempted to ease the ache. She’d been unable to, to her utter frustration. And tonight, being so close to them, in the dance and out of it, was proving too much to bear. The promise in their eyes brought back her nighttime wanderings. Oh, would they never kiss her again? “It’s good to have the gentlemen back among us.” Cathy started then turned to Mrs. Middleton. A matron who seemed to take the care of Highmoor in her own hands, she had always been kind to Cathy. That was, however, before her own daughter came of age. Eligible gentlemen were rare in their part of

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Yorkshire, and Clarisse Middleton was seventeen after all. “Indeed, Mrs. Middleton.” Cathy smoothed her skirts, watching as Edward escorted Clarisse into the dance. Anger curled in Cathy’s belly. “Clarisse looks lovely this evening.” “Doesn’t she? That dress is from London. Mr. Middleton spares no expense where our darling girl is concerned.” Cathy shrugged off that comment. Her own attire was fashionable and costly, from a French modiste in London. Clarisse did look well in her gown, though. The four years separating them gave the girl a blush of youth Cathy feared was slipping away. Clarisse was fresh and rosy while Cathy has been rusticating at the manor. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mrs. Porter approach Henry. The widow was notorious in their little hamlet, though folks seemed more titillated than terse when recounting the woman’s exploits. Pretty though past thirty, the red-haired woman grasped Henry’s arm as she leaned her body closer to his. Her ease and confidence were clear, attributes Cathy herself felt woefully lacking. She felt as though she lacked both youth and experience, more’s the pity. How could she hope to keep Henry and Edward’s attentions for long? Her fists clenched. How dare Mrs. Porter gaze at Henry with carnal invitation clear in her eyes! “May I entice you into the dance, Miss Earling?” She started then turned to find Mr. Hatfield standing before her. A widower with three small children, he was rarely out in company. He was pleasant with even features, but no man to tempt her from her two preferred beaux. She had promised Henry and Edward to keep herself to only them. They did not keep themselves to her this evening, did they? “I should enjoy that, Mr. Hatfield.” He took her hand and led her out onto the floor. She would not look at Henry or Edward. She would focus her attention on the steps and strive to put them out of her mind, but Edward’s voice reached her ears, as did Henry’s laughter. Gritting her teeth, she accepted defeat.

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**** Henry stepped into the parlor of Thistle Grange, shucking his jacket to drape it carelessly over the nearest chair. “Tonight settled it for me.” “Indeed?” Edward poured two drinks, handing one glass to Henry. “I admit I am growing restless, delaying our seduction.” “What would you have preferred?” Henry took a long sip. “Both of us dance with her at the same time? I could scarcely bear the brush of her hip against my cock.” “I, as well.” Edward drained his glass. “I had to dance with that simpering girl, that…Middleton chit. That shriveled my bits.” “She is on the hunt, to be sure. She had better look elsewhere than the Grange for her future.” “I want none but Cathy here with us, Henry. Mmm, she looked delectable tonight. Her dress clung to her curves. Naughty girl dampened her chemise.” “I watched her as you danced with the Middleton girl. Her eyes flashed with jealousy.” Edward nodded. “And I saw as her hands fisted in obvious pique when Porter’s widow flirted with you.” “Her hands.” Henry let out a whistle. “I’d far rather have her hand fisted around my cock.” Edward smiled, settling in the chair beside the cold hearth. “What is our next move, then?” “We cannot let her stew in her jealousy. I fear we do not have that sort of time.” “Hatfield.” Edward sneered. “How dare he make cow eyes at our girl. We cannot let her throw her life away in marriage to that bore.” “Well, she will not fathom the thought of the three of us together forever, Edward. Not with matters as they are at present.” “True. That sharp mind of hers will not accept it until her

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delectable body does.” “We have to prove to her that the two of us can be satisfied with only her.” Henry set down his glass and leaned forward. “And she with only the two of us.” “Tomorrow, then. We will take her on a picnic. On the moors, I think.” “Cathy loves the moors. Capital notion. Wine and cheese and fruit.” Henry winked. “Spirits and foods we eat with our hands. Quite sensual.” “Strawberries, Henry. Imagine her soft lips parting for the fruit, her perfect teeth biting into its flesh as juices run down her pretty little chin.” Henry closed his eyes for a moment, imagining Cathy’s lovely mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. “Send a note round in the morning.” Edward could apparently guess what Henry was thinking and let out a chuckle in response. **** “A picnic?” Cathy took the note from Maggie. “They have invited me to a picnic?” “I daresay with the two of them in attendance, there is no need for your maid to accompany you.” “I should say not,” Cathy murmured. An afternoon alone with Edward and Henry? Her body flushed hot. “Although, the sky seems cloudy this morning,” Maggie went on. She folded her arms. “Perhaps you should forgo this outing today, Miss Cathy.” “I will not. They thought enough to invite me, Maggie. No doubt they have arranged the food and such. I shall not disappoint them.” “Promise me you will come home should it rain?” “Oh, pooh.” Cathy waved a hand. “I declare the sun shall be with

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us for the whole of our outing.” “You always were a determined child. Why should the weather not bow to you as well?” Cathy grinned, settling on the couch to await their arrival. Soon she was climbing over the crags and bracken with them, higher and higher until Edward declared they’d found the perfect spot. Henry concurred, setting their basket on the ground before her. Withdrawing a blanket from within, he opened it with a flourish and set it down. “What say you, Cathy?” “Perfect indeed,” she said, throwing her arms wide. The air was brisk, holding a snap of salt from the sea to the east. The moorland was awash in purple, heather blooming as far as her eyes could see. Clouds threatened above, however. Rolling in dark and gray from the coast. “Blast Maggie, anyway,” she cried. Edward chuckled. “What has Maggie done to raise your ire this afternoon?” She tilted her chin. “She threatened rain when I wanted it sunny and clear.” Henry winced as a fat drop of rain landed on his cheek. “Blast Maggie, indeed.” He grabbed up the blanket and basket. “I fear she was correct.” The skies opened with a downpour, the winds whipping her skirts about her legs as they looked about for escape. “Where to?” Edward called over the wind. She dashed the rain from her cheeks, lifting a wet hank of hair from her eyes. “The hunting lodge.” Henry stood still then nodded. “Your father’s?” “Yes,” she shouted back. Going as fast as they dared over the slippery crags, they hurried off in the direction of her late father’s hunting lodge. Maintained by the manor’s servants, it would provide perfect shelter this stormy afternoon.

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Edward rooted among the scrub near the thick oak door, finding the key nestled inside. “Ah, some things do not change!” Henry laughed and held Cathy close. “Do hurry, Edward.” The wet blanket he used to cover her was poor protection, but his arm felt warm against her chilled flesh. Her teeth chattered as she gave a shiver. “I am all right,” she stammered. Edward opened the door, and Henry ushered her inside. The place smelled a bit musty and she sneezed. “A fire, Henry,” Edward said. “We cannot let our girl catch her death.” “Do not fear for me,” Cathy said. “I am made of sterner stuff.” Henry laughed as he rooted through the firewood. “Good and dry. Should burn well.” Edward struck a flint and lit a lamp on a nearby table, illuminating the one-room lodge with a soft glow. “I believe this shall suit quite nicely.” Henry stood, brushing his hands on his breeches as he looked about. His gaze met Edward’s. “Indeed.” Once again she sensed that strange flicker of knowledge pass between them. “What was that look?” “Wine!” Edward declared. Henry poured and she drank, the wine doing little to warm her. Her clothes were soaked. Edging closer to the growing fire, she attempted to absorb some of its heat. Thunder crashed as rain continued to lash the roof. “Out of those clothes, love,” Henry said. His softly spoken demand sent a stab of heat through her center. “Henry.” “You are soaking wet,” Edward said. “As are we. Surely three friends as close as we have no shyness.” The thought of the two of them stripped to their skin made her mouth go dry. She could not make her frozen fingers move, however. Watching them strip off their boots and dripping clothes made her

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burn hotter than the fire at her back. Soon they wore nothing but their breeches. They were both so beautiful, limned by the fire. They were nearly identical in build. The color of the hair on their sculpted chests was the only difference she could see. Their damp breeches did nothing to hide their genitals. She stared from one to the other, seeing the thick flesh outlined by the wet cloth. “Do you like what you see?” Henry teased. Her eyes jerked to his face, seeing the grin there. Her cheeks flamed, but she couldn’t deny that she did. She drained her glass, and Edward refilled it. “Here, Cathy.” He made her drink that glass as well then took it from her shaking fingers. “Let us get you out of these wet clothes.” She stood as he eased the blanket from her shoulders while Henry began to unlace her dress. His fingers seemed unaffected from the cold as the dress soon gaped open. Gasping, she held it to her bosom. “Ah, Cathy.” Henry brushed his lips against the nape of her neck. “I daresay that bashfulness will be gone once you surrender to the heat.” He went to work on her stays as Edward lifted first one foot then the other. His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he removed her damp stockings. More wetness flooded her flesh in response. “Come,” Henry said once she was stripped to her chemise. He eased her to the soft rug before the fire. “Let us see that hair of yours in the firelight.” He ran his fingers through the tangled mass, kneeling behind her as he spread the locks to catch the warmth. His fingers kneaded her scalp and, drowsy, she leaned back against him and closed her eyes with a sigh. His scent filled her nose, though another soon mingled with his. Edward bent close, running his hands up and down her legs. “How does that feel, love?” His thumbs massaged the arch of each foot,

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wringing a moan out of her. “You are splendid, do you know that?” She could not make herself speak, lost in sensations. She opened her eyes and saw Edward bent over her, his smoothly muscled back compelling. Henry’s hands were on her breasts now, as in her dreams. He cupped her, lifted her, and his thumbs brushed her nipples as she watched. Edward kissed her and she opened her mouth to his tongue. Henry nuzzled her neck, her throat, and she reached one hand up to stroke his hair. “Our Cathy,” Henry rasped. He sucked in a breath. “Your smell.” His tongue traced over her skin. “Your taste.” Henry’s rough voice scraped over her body, sending shivers through to her core. Edward eased her chemise off her shoulders, baring her breasts. “Your breasts are magnificent.” The sound of Edward’s voice was smooth, warm. She watched as he studied her. Heat was clear in his gaze and her nipples began to ache. As she stared at him his mouth moved close to one throbbing nipple. “Edward…” He took the nipple in his mouth, sucking gently as sparks shot over her body. Henry kissed her now, his tongue tangling wildly with hers as he let out a compelling moan. Edward switched to her other breast, and Henry’s hand took over to tease the one he’d abandoned. That secret flesh between her legs began to throb and pulse in tune to their ministrations. “Oh!” Edward lifted his head. “What do you want, Cathy?” “I want…” She could not form the words. She’d dreamed of the two of them for so long, just as they were at this moment. What did she want? Their hands and mouths on her put her in mind of such desires that she dared not ask for them aloud. Edward lifted her chemise, baring her legs to their apex. “Open for me.” She froze, but Henry stroked his large hands over her thighs.

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“Open, love. We need to see you.” Edward’s graceful fingers parted her, and she realized her drawers had been removed at some point. “Such a pretty pussy,” Henry breathed. “I knew it would be.” “So soft and wet.” Edward stroked his fingers through her curls. “See how you swell?” Her cheeks burning, she still could not look away as he began to play with her. “I dreamed of this,” she murmured. Edward froze then resumed his tantalizing motions. “You dreamed of?” She closed her eyes. “Both of you.” Henry chuckled beside her ear, dropping a kiss on her breast. “Perfect.” He took one nipple in his mouth, and she arched in response. His tongue dragged across her flesh, rough and delightful. He held her as Edward found the spot between her legs she’d searched for the other night. Oh, his fingers! Quick and sure, pinching and teasing her flesh. Henry sucked harder, drawing deep on her breast as Edward’s fingers sent a rush of heat to her…pussy. Henry’s word seemed fitting. His teeth grazed her nipple, nibbling and biting with increasing pressure. “Yes…” she gasped. “That’s it,” Edward said, his voice harsh now. “Come for us, love.” She did not know what he meant until her world suddenly exploded. Writhing, she bucked against Edward’s fingers, holding tight to Henry as the floor seemed to disappear beneath her. “There’s our girl,” Henry purred in her ear. “Spectacular.” Catching her breath at last, she opened her eyes to find him smiling at her. Edward met her gaze then, a determined cast to his features. “I have never…” she breathed. “That was…” Edward kissed her and stood. “That was?” He laughed softly. “That, our dear, extraordinary Cathy, was only the beginning.” He stood and began to remove his breeches.

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Chapter 4 Henry watched Cathy as Edward removed his confining breeches. Edward’s cock swelled in his smalls in blatant need Henry felt himself. Her trust in them, so complete, nearly unmanned him. She had been amazing in her release, as free and wild as the moors surrounding them. Due to his continued play on her breasts she was sure to be primed for what was to come. Her pussy was wet and unfurled, ready for his cock. No doubt Edward wanted to fuck her, but he had promised Henry. He would never renege on his word. Henry watched him stare at Cathy’s delectable cunt. Edward would no doubt survive the hardship. Hell, the thought of tasting her nearly brought Henry to climax now. “Only the beginning?” she asked, her voice husky. “Yes,” Henry said. “We can share more pleasure this afternoon, love.” He kissed another delectable nipple, biting gently as she let out a lovely moan of renewed arousal. “You will enjoy everything we do, I promise.” He thought of his initial taking of her, knowing she would feel some pain at the loss of her maidenhead. He would be gentle then, but as Edward dropped a kiss on her soft belly, he suddenly ached to ride her hard. He watched as Edward parted her thighs, stroking her again. Her clit hid among the curls, so he spread her wide, using his thumbs to expose the turgid nub. He brought his mouth close to her, blowing a breath across her flesh. “Edward, what are you doing?” she gasped. “Shh,” Henry soothed. He stroked her breasts, tweaking her

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nipples as he watched Edward bend his head to lick her pussy. “Just feel, love.” Edward dragged his tongue against her clit and she shuddered beneath Henry’s hands. “So wet,” Edward rasped. “God, her scent, Henry. Incredible. Sharp with a trace of heather.” He buried his face deep, driving his tongue inside. “Oh!” she cried. “Tell me more, Edward,” Henry urged. “Is she as sweet as I imagine?” “Mmm,” Edward moaned. “Sweeter,” he managed to say before returning to her pussy. She bucked beneath him, her legs spread wide as she arched toward his mouth. Henry held her in his arms, stroking her breasts as her pleasure increased. Surely Edward could feel it, the start of her orgasm deep within her cunt. Covering her with his mouth, Edward flicked his tongue over her clit again and again until she sobbed her release. Her juices must have flooded his mouth, for he lapped at her as her tremors eased. Henry’s mouth watered. He could almost taste her himself. Edward lifted his head, his eyes hot on her pussy. Henry could guess he wanted to strip off his breeches and take her now, but Henry would be the first. He grinned. No matter. Soon she would belong to both of them in every way. No soon-forgotten sliver of flesh would make a difference. Her virginity would be merely a memory after this day. She would soon come to know that her stubborn heart was theirs as well as her willing body. “Take her, Henry,” Edward said. Her cries of pleasure echoed in his brain and Henry wanted to make her come himself. She opened her eyes, their blue depths cloudy as she gazed at both of them. “Oh, Edward.” “Henry will take you now, love.”

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He kissed her mouth as Henry tore at his own breeches. Her eyes widened. “But—” “Trust us,” Edward said. **** Henry removed his smalls and came to kneel before her spread legs. “Do you see how much I want you, Cathy?” She stared at his cock and nodded. Her lovely mouth gaped open, and Henry felt a drop of moisture bead on his cock’s head in response. “Gentle, Henry,” Edward said. Henry nodded, leaning forward to stroke his cock over her scalding pussy. He’d seen her release, watched as Edward’s mouth wrought moan after moan from her. Now it was his turn, and he would make it perfect for her. “I want to be inside you, love,” he told her. “Your pussy will take me and it shall be like heaven.” Holding on to her knees, he closed his eyes and ground against her clit. When she arched in timeless invitation, he leaned back and began to enter her. Slowly, the head of his cock disappeared into her pussy. Sweat beaded on his brow as he held himself in check. There. Her maidenhead. A wildness threatened to seize him, as wild as the storm that raged outside. Gritting his teeth he surged forward, pushing through the barrier. “Henry!” she cried. “Easy, Cathy,” Edward said, stroking her hair. “The pain is done. Henry will take care of you.” Henry could only nod, lost to the sensation of her holding his cock so tight. Withdrawing slightly, he felt the wet slide against his flesh. He pushed forward, starting a rhythm that would satisfy them both. Soon he was driving within her, sounds of his groans and hers mixing in wonderful concert. Edward reached down and flicked his finger

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over her clit, swirling the nub until she began to tremble. When she bowed back in release, Henry let go, pounding into her until he could not withstand it any longer. He came with a shout, buried to the hilt in her sweet body. He leaned down and kissed her, taking her mouth as Edward had taken her pussy. It was incredible. “My God.” Edward groaned as he came into his own hand. “I daresay I can scarcely wait for my turn.” Cathy breathed a sigh, obviously struggling to regain herself. She was theirs now. Forever, though she did not realize that yet. “That was splendid,” Henry rasped, gently pulling his cock from her flesh. “Everything I’d imagined. God. More than I imagined.” She leaned up on her elbows, her brow furrowed. She looked sated and soft and he was damned if he didn’t want her again. “You…imagined?” she asked. Henry found the strength to smile. “Many times.” She blinked, then looked to Edward. Henry had never seen such vulnerability in her before. She wanted them to want her. To crave her as she did them these long years. Henry did not doubt that for a moment. “Did you imagine this, Edward?” she asked. “Often, love,” Edward said. Outside, the storm seemed to be abating. Rain still fell, but winds no longer battered the walls. Henry could see her clever mind working, trying to ascertain the consequences of what they’d just shared. He would not let her feel shame or duty. Neither emotion had a place in their lives. Not when they meant to make her theirs forever. Stretching out beside her, he gathered her in his arms. “This was more than either of us could ever expect, Cathy.” Edward cupped her face in his hands. “Tell us it surpassed your dreams?” She nodded. A blush stained her cheeks, at odds with her nudity but wholly adorable. This was a side to their girl he’d never seen.

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“We had better get you dressed, love,” he said, helping her to her feet. “The rain is easing,” Edward put in. “Maggie will be worried about you.” Cathy blinked, an expression of befuddlement on her face. “Maggie?” Henry retrieved her dress. “Ah, nearly dry.” He brought it to his face, breathing in the scent of Cathy still clinging to the fabric. “The stockings are as well,” Edward said. Reversing their tantalizing actions of earlier, they helped her with her dress. It seemed a shame to cover such a magnificent body. Certain she was suitably occupied with seeing to her glorious hair, Henry and Edward donned their own clothes and boots. Henry located several oilskins in the cupboard. “I daresay we shall return you to the manor as we found you.” Her head tilted to one side. “Hardly.” Henry searched her eyes and saw a sparkle of knowledge there. No shame, then. He would be damned if she came to regret what they’d shared. “Back to the manor,” he said. The three of them made their way through the drizzling rain, each protected by the oilskins. Conversation was impossible with their heads covered, thankfully. Henry had never had any cause to discuss any matter with the women he and Edward bedded. Hell, the moment they’d been satisfied he never gave any of them another thought. He knew that discussion would have to come though, and soon. Only then would Cathy be ready to accept their plans. She’d been incredible, first with Edward and then with him. She was everything they needed, and the sooner she came to realize that the better. ****

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“Dinner at the Grange?” Maggie asked Cathy. Cathy read the note again, holding it up to her nose. She could smell Edward on it, along with a touch of Henry. “Yes, Maggie.” Maggie shook her head. “Dining at the Grange with only Mr. Edward and Mr. Henry may not be proper, Miss Cathy.” “Whyever not? Goodness knows I dined there often when their parents were alive.” “That is precisely my meaning.” “You have nothing to worry about, believe me. Have you ever known either of them to act with impropriety?” Maggie’s brow furrowed. “Not toward you, perhaps.” Cathy, too, had heard of their exploits in the village over the years. She would not envision the two of them sharing what they had with her with some tavern wench. In the lodge they had been hers alone, and that was how she preferred to think of them. “And what of yesterday?” Maggie asked. “You did not return when the storm came.” “We found shelter in the hunting lodge. Once the rain lessened they brought me safely home.” Maggie’s eyes narrowed. “The three of you were gone for quite a while.” Cathy felt her cheeks flame, and she turned away. “The two of them took prodigious good care of me.” Maggie was silent. “There you have it,” she declared, facing Maggie once more. “I shall dine at the Grange and return at a decent hour. Will that ease your mind?” Maggie shrugged. “I know you have fairly run wild these past years, Miss Cathy. But perhaps it is time to consider your future.” “I have, Maggie. Pray, do not worry over me for another moment.” Maggie shook her head. “I have done so for far too long to

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abandon my cares now.” The older woman left Cathy to her musings at last. Maggie wished her to think about her future? Well, she knew with certainty what her future held. She’d always suspected spinsterhood would be her lot, though now she would have splendid memories to keep her into her dotage. Oh, and what memories they were! Edward had a wicked streak she’d never suspected. Just the thought of his beautiful face buried between her legs, the compelling moans he’d made as he’d driven her to ecstasy with his mouth, caused her to tremble. And Henry? He possessed a gentleness at odds with his appearance. His…cock. Yes, that was their word and quite apt in her opinion. His cock had been impressive that long-ago afternoon in the lake. Seeing it fully aroused, thick and long and massive in size, made her pussy ache for him. Yet he’d taken her gently at first, until he’d finally given her what she hadn’t realized she’d wanted. Together they wrought a wildness within her that she could not regret. Her maidenhead was no more, as attested to by the smear of blood on her thigh she’d noticed in the bath last evening. She could never marry now, not with her virtue gone. No matter. As she had loved both Edward and Henry for so long, she’d never considered marriage a viable option. Sharing the marriage bed with someone other than either one of them was abhorrent. Imagine Mr. Hatfield doing what Edward had? Coming deep inside of her as Henry had? No. No other gentleman would tempt her. She could not fathom what Edward and Henry’s plans were, but they were hers until London called them away again. She grinned and hugged herself. Maggie was perhaps correct in worrying about her dinner tonight. She hoped to sample far more than their cook’s fine fare! **** “The Grange seems changed somehow,” Cathy mused aloud.

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Edward signaled for more wine, waiting for the servants to leave them in peace. “It is different with my parents gone.” “Yes,” Henry added. “Though I daresay it is less oppressive.” She looked at them each in turn. “They cared for both of you, you know. Very much.” Henry shared a smile with Edward. “They worried overmuch,” Henry said. “And now we are left both well-off and to our own devices,” Edward said. She studied the tablecloth. Her brow creased. “Yes, that was made clear to me yesterday.” Henry covered her hand with his. “Please tell me you do not regret yesterday, love.” “We do not want to bring you anything but pleasure,” Edward said. “Oh, you did.” She blushed, calling to mind the tremors that shook her body in her release. “Maggie tells me I should worry about my future.” Edward’s heart gave a thud. “Your future?” “She seems to think that I have not acted prudently, coming here to dine after passing an afternoon with only the two of you for company. That I give no thought to propriety.” Henry grinned. “I daresay I agree.” Her head shot up, and then she returned his smile. “I care not about my future, really. I never wish to marry.” “Never?” Edward asked. “Surely none of the gentlemen of my acquaintance,” she said with a nod. Edward read the contemplation on Henry’s face and gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. She might have surrendered her maidenhead, but did she love them as they did her? Did she consider them to be potential husbands? Now is not the time. Henry bowed his head in silent agreement.

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Dinner courses were served and eaten as they spoke of nothing but the present. Their staff was circumspect, a relief to discover since Cathy was the first woman they’d ever had to the house. It was a good thing, as they planned to keep her there, soon and forever. Though Edward worried that Cathy regretted their liaison, he saw no evidence of it as the meal neared its end. She seemed her usual vivacious self with each of them, charming him anew. By the light in Henry’s eyes, Edward knew he was affected as well. Again, the rightness of their decision struck him. “Well,” Henry said, wiping his mouth on his napkin. “Cards, Cathy?” She blinked then looked from one to the other. “Cards? I daresay I had hoped we would find more stimulating occupation this evening.” Edward blew out a breath. “Stimulating?” She simply nodded. Henry barked out a laugh and took her hand in his, tugging her to her feet. “What say we show you around abovestairs?” “Yes, Cathy.” Edward stood. “My chamber is need of redecorating since my parents vacated it. Perhaps you care to give me your opinion?” Though her smooth cheeks turned pink, her eyes sparkled. “I believe I shall much enjoy that.”

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Chapter 5 Cathy’s body trembled as she preceded Henry and Edward abovestairs. She’d run all over this house in her childhood, though her visits had become less frequent with each passing year. She had never set foot in the master’s chambers, however. Edward’s father had been stern, if caring in his own way, and she had never wished to raise his ire. “I daresay Edward’s room will not be much to your liking,” Henry said, placing his hand on her back as they reached one landing. “Save for one feature,” Edward said, resting his hand on her shoulder as they began to climb higher. Every word, every touch, magnified her response to them. She was beginning to throb, her juices starting simply due to the friction from walking up the massive staircase. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tight within her stays. By the time she stopped before the wide door leading to Edward’s rooms, she could feel her pussy swell in her damp drawers. “There,” Edward said, pushing open the door. “Dismal, is it not?” She looked about the sitting room, seeing the drab colors and heavy draperies. “It does seem to need a lighter touch.” “Perhaps yours?” he asked, taking her hand to his lips. Henry closed the door and crossed through to what must have been the bedchamber. “But what say you of this?” She followed him, stilling as her gaze fell on the largest bed she’d ever seen. “Oh, my.” Edward leaned against the doorway. “I’d given some thought to getting rid of the behemoth, but now it seems just right.”

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Surrendering to the wanton she felt at present, she imagined all sorts of lovely things she could do with them in that massive bed. “Just right for what?” “For three,” Henry said. He took her in his arms, all but tossing her skirts over her head as he tumbled onto the bed with her. “Henry!” “I cannot be slow tonight, love,” he answered. His urgency was something she hadn’t expected. It thrilled her. She found her legs held high, hearing Edward’s laughter as her slippers fell from her feet. “Leave her stockings on, I think,” Edward said. “Right,” Henry said, his voice low as he tore at her laces. Soon she wore nothing but her stockings, her legs spread wide as Henry came over her. She craved this. She could hardly wait to see where this passion would take them next. “Hold your breasts up, love.” “That is surely naughty, Henry,” she gasped. He shook his head, his gaze hot on her. She placed her hands beneath her breasts, pressing them high. Both of them stared at her now, causing her nipples to ache. “Just beautiful,” Henry said. He kissed her, his tongue tasting of the wine they’d shared and of Henry. Edward’s skillful fingers played at her breasts, which began to ache for more. “Please.” “What, Cathy?” Edward pinched one nipple, just hard enough to cause her to shiver. “What do you want?” “Your mouth,” she managed to say. Edward closed his lips over one nipple as Henry began to devour her pussy. Here was the wildness she’d craved since yesterday afternoon. His tongue was magic, his lips astounding as they closed over her bud. Sucking, teasing. She began to writhe beneath him. She wanted more. More of Henry, more of Edward. Her body pulsed with

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need as they brought her closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. Edward suddenly lifted his head, pulling at the front of his trousers. “I cannot bear to wait.” Henry stilled, taking his skillful tongue from her flesh so abruptly she cried out in frustration. “Oh, please!” Henry sat back as Edward flipped her over onto her belly. Grasping her hips, he pulled her to her knees. “I have to have you now.” He stroked his cock up against her pussy, drawing a low moan from the back of her throat. Henry’s mouth had so aroused her she nearly climaxed from the mere touch of Edward’s flesh. Spreading her wide, he entered her from behind. It was incredible, the intensity of his cock buried inside of her. It touched a spot deep within her pussy and, grasping the linens, she bowed back and took all of him. “That’s it,” Edward growled. “God, you are so tight.” Henry made a sound of encouragement, and she met his gaze. He leaned back on the bed now, watching her as Edward increased his pace. His eyes were hot on her face, the expression blatantly carnal. Somehow she knew he derived nearly as much enjoyment from this as she. He shed his jacket and opened his trousers, slowly stroking his beautiful cock as she began to come. Waves of pleasure rocked her body, but Edward did not relent. At last he joined her, bending forward to kiss her cheek as he held her close. “I could not wait to be inside you,” he panted. She tried to catch her own breath, merely nodding in answer. She was soon a boneless heap in the center of the bed, Edward on one side and Henry on the other. Henry still stroked himself, closing his eyes as he moaned her name. “Finish him, Cathy,” Edward said. She read Henry’s frustration on his beloved face. “I want to but…I do not understand,” she said. “Ride me,” Henry rasped. She blinked, suddenly grasping his meaning. Was such a thing possible? Guided by Edward, she straddled Henry’s body. His cock

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was full, hard, and huge. Amazingly, her pussy wept for its possession. “How can I want this again?” she asked. “So soon?” Henry shrugged. “Ride me, love.” Edward lifted her while Henry positioned his cock at her entrance. She came down on him, taking all of him inside in one motion. She felt stretched to the brink, every nerve singing for completion. “I do not know what to do,” she sobbed. “Move,” Edward said. “Up and down, Cathy.” She nodded, coming up on her knees. Oh, the sublime pressure! She began to ride Henry, holding on to his shoulders as he thrust up into her. Edward cupped her breasts from behind somehow, and the added pressure was delightful. She hurried her pace, calling out for each of them as her climax roared through her body. Henry soon throbbed deep within her, groaning as he found his own release. She collapsed on top of him, relishing the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her as Edward’s hands stroked over her back. “So much for propriety,” Henry said, kissing the tip of her nose. “I daresay propriety is overrated,” she sighed. Henry and Edward laughed out loud. **** Cathy made her way down the main thoroughfare of Highmoor with nothing more than an afternoon’s occupation on her mind. Her maid followed behind, ready to carry her purchases. However, aside from some ribbons at the milliner’s, nothing much suited Cathy today. Ever since her dinner at Thistle Grange two nights ago, little suited her. What were Henry and Edward thinking? She had no doubt that they’d been pleased. As little as she knew of passion, that fact was clear. She had not heard from them since, however. She had no cause to fret, really. What they shared was astounding and most assuredly

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only through the winter. She huffed. All the more reason to share as many encounters as they could manage. What if she was a wanton? One could not undo a deflowering. She might as well enjoy her loss of virtue to the fullest while she had the opportunity. “Cathy!” a male voice called. She stilled, turning to find Henry and Edward striding toward her as if she had conjured them. Raising a hand, she waved a greeting. “Hello.” Henry bowed his head. “What are you about this fine afternoon?” “Simply doing a bit of shopping,” she answered. She looked from him to Edward. “And what of you two? Surely you are not in Highmoor to see the new bonnets at the milliner’s.” “Hardly.” Edward laughed. He glanced over her shoulder, arching a brow before facing her again. “What say you take tea with us at Hardesty’s?” “Tea?” She would love nothing more than to pass some time in the company of her two favorite gentlemen. “I have my maid with me.” “Henry and I took our carriage. Send your maid home and we will bring you back to the manor.” How could she resist? Edward’s eyes sparkled gaily, and Henry’s held a touch of naughty mischief. “Lucy,” she said, turning to her maid. “You may go home. Tell Coachman I said it was all right for him to take you.” Lucy’s face puckered for a moment as she wrung her hands. “Miss, what of?” Cathy smiled at her. “Maggie will not chide you, Lucy. Mr. Linden and Mr. Heath will see me home.” Lucy bobbed a curtsey and hurried toward the Earling coach parked two stores down. Cathy watched as Coachman led the team onto the thoroughfare before facing Edward and Henry once more. “Tea?” she said. They stood on either side of her, holding their arms out for her

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hands. Feeling lighter than she had all morning, she placed a hand on each of them and they led her toward the little tearoom. The three of them caught the eye of the other patrons seated at the tables. This came as no surprise to Cathy as the place generally did not serve such as her two companions. Tall and handsome, worldly and seemingly out of place, they nevertheless smiled at the proprietor and dragged a third chair over to the table nearest the window. “Sit,” Henry said, waving her toward the middle chair. “I shall order us some biscuits.” “And honey,” Edward added. “Ah, honey.” Henry winked. “It has been two days since I’ve tasted anything as sweet as honey on my tongue.” Her skin flushed hot as she recalled precisely what Henry had done with that tongue of his. Chuckling, Henry stepped away to see to their refreshments. “How have you been, Cathy?” Edward asked. “The same, Edward.” “We’ve missed you.” “Oh?” “I had business to the north and Henry accompanied me. If we hope to stay here in Yorkshire I have certain matters to settle.” Tea was served and poured, and then they were left alone once more. “You truly hope to stay?” she asked. “Where else would we go?” Henry asked, setting a platter of crisp biscuits on the table. “I…” She chose a biscuit, breaking off pieces on her plate. “I always thought that you and Edward would leave the Grange now that your parents were gone.” “I have duties to the estate,” Edward said, sipping his tea. Henry bit into a biscuit and chewed. “I would never leave Edward, Cathy. And the two of us would never leave you.” His simply spoken statement gave her cause to hope, but for

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what? She could not fathom at present. “Honey,” Edward said, drizzling it onto her biscuit. A drop settled on her finger, and he lifted her hand. Casting a look about the tearoom, he flicked his tongue over her hand. “Mmm.” “Edward,” she softly admonished. He laughed and sat back. “I could not resist.” “Perhaps we should take some home to the Grange, Edward,” Henry said. “Just think of what we could put it on.” His eyes were fastened on her bosom, and her breasts swelled. “Henry,” she whispered. “And lick it off of,” Edward added in a low voice. Suddenly the image of the two of them drizzling honey over her breasts, her pussy, filled her mind. Would they lick it off slowly, with measured strokes? Or would they go a bit wild and devour her? Both notions set her pulse racing, and she shifted in her seat. Henry leaned close to her. “Naughty girl,” he rasped. “We can see what you are thinking,” Edward put in. She lowered her gaze, her cheeks hot. “I fear you two have corrupted me.” Henry grabbed her hand, the motion quick and startling. “Do not think that way.” “That is not what we think,” Edward said. “Tell us you do not regret what we’ve shared thus far.” She met their gazes, seeing no censure or triumph, nor anything else to fuel her worries. “Thus far?” Edward smiled that bright expression of his that lit the room. “Oh, we have only scratched the surface, love.” “What else can there be?” she wondered aloud. Henry barked out a laugh, once more drawing attention to their table. She suspected she wore her knowledge on her face and straightened her shoulders. Henry sensed the change in her. “We are being watched,” he said in a low voice.

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Edward mirrored his expression of concern. She held up a hand. “Perhaps they are envious of me.” Edward’s brow furrowed, and she gave a nod. “Who else is so fortunate as to have two such swains as escort this morning?” Henry picked up her hand and kissed it. “There is our girl.” Pleased to her toes to dispel the tension that had tightened their faces, she began to eat her delectable honey-drenched biscuit. Glancing out the window she saw a woman gesturing to her from across the street, the milliner’s clerk. “Oh! I forgot I had a package of ribbons awaiting me at the milliner’s.” Edward stood. “Allow me to retrieve it. You and Henry enjoy your repast.” He leaned closer to her. “Do save me some honey.” Waving him away, she drank her tea.

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Chapter 6 Edward crossed to the milliner’s to see to Cathy’s package, his mind on what had transpired in the tearoom. The prying eyes of the folks of Highmoor had been on them from the moment they’d entered the establishment, curious and mildly remonstrative. How dare they! What Henry and he shared with Cathy was no one’s concern but their own. He could not ignore the regret that had dimmed her eyes for a moment, however. Though she said propriety did not matter to her, he knew better. He longed to make his formal offer to her but suspected she would never accept it at present. Surely she was only just coming to realize that the three of them were meant for each other. “Hello,” he called to the clerk, who hurried over to him. “Yes, Mr. Linden?” “I believe you have a package for Miss Earling. I have come to retrieve it.” “Certainly.” The woman hurried off to see to it as Edward perused the fabrics draped over one table, particularly one of deep blue. Like Cathy’s eyes and quite plush, nearly as soft as her skin. A notion struck him, and he approached the milliner. “Can I help you, Mr. Linden?” “Perhaps. I am planning to redecorate Thistle Grange, and would like to start with some pillows.” “We do not generally make such but we can do our best to meet your specifications.” “Specifications, yes.” He stroked his hand over the soft blue fabric

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once more. “I would like a pillow made from this fabric. What fillings do you use?” “We can use feathers or down, making it as soft as you wish.” He considered how they would use the pillow and shook his head. “Soft, yes, but it would have to be resilient as well. Firm enough to lend support to one’s body.” She blinked. “Like a sofa cushion, perhaps?” “Yes.” He spread his arms apart a bit wider than shoulder width. “This wide, I think. And no thicker than my waist.” She jotted down some notes. “A rectangle?” He shook his head. “No. Would you be able to make it like a roll? Cylindrical?” She nodded. “Certainly. No difficulty at all. I can have this ready for you by tomorrow.” Edward smiled. “Capital. Do see it delivered to the Grange?” “I hope you will be pleased with our efforts, Mr. Linden. We would much enjoy providing you as you go forward with your decorating.” Edward nodded and took Cathy’s package, stepping out of the shop. The pillow would indeed suit, if it was made to his specifications. Firm enough to hold Cathy’s body yet soft on her smooth belly. If they were to take her in her pretty little ass, she would need to be as comfortable as possible. The thought of caressing her perfect bottom, propped up by the pillow, and spreading her cheeks to reveal the secret path to pleasure had him drawing a sharp breath. Tomorrow could not come soon enough. “Mr. Linden!” He jerked his head to find Clarisse and Mrs. Middleton approaching. He bowed his head. “Ladies.” “How does this day find you?” Mrs. Middleton asked. “I daresay we had hoped you would attend the card party at the Holdens’ last evening.” “Mr. Heath and I were away on business.”

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“Mr. Heath accompanied you?” Clarisse’s mouth turned down in a pout surely meant to be adorable. “I would have thought he would have stayed behind with Miss Earling.” Edward’s senses sharpened. “Whyever would you presume that?” “Clarisse merely meant that they are very close,” Mrs. Middleton rushed out. “All three of you are, really.” “We grew up together, Mrs. Middleton.” Clarisse turned a smug glance in the direction of the tearoom. “Yet there she sits alone with Mr. Heath. If you are all as close as you say, why does he seem so familiar with her?” Edward follows her gaze, seeing the ease between Henry and Cathy. They were smiling and cozy and everything Edward would want for the both of them. “Are you making an accusation, Miss Middleton?” Edward asked coldly. The girl had the good sense to back away from him. “Not at all! I think it is lovely that she enjoys the attention. I merely thought that with Mr. Heath so captivated by Miss Earling, perhaps you and I—” “Clarisse, look at the time,” her mother cut in. Clarisse started then dimpled a smile at him. “We would most enjoy a call, Mr. Linden.” Not if my balls were on fire and you were a bucket of water. “I daresay Mr. Heath and I are quite busy now that we’ve returned to the Grange.” “What of the recital tomorrow night at the Pickerings’?” Mrs. Middleton asked. He’d gotten the invitation, now set among the pile on his desk. He had to speak to Henry and Cathy, however. “I believe we are considering attending.” Mrs. Middleton wore a sly smile. “Then perhaps we shall see you there.” Edward bowed his head. “Good day.” He turned toward the tearoom, once more watching Henry with Cathy. The Middletons

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were fools. He could never be jealous of Henry. He loved him as much as he loved Cathy. They had to do something to divert attention, however. Perhaps circulating now and again among the people of Highmoor would do the trick. The recital tomorrow night might indeed suit. But before that would come their afternoon with Cathy. Edward grinned. After what they would share tomorrow he would gladly sit through a dozen such amusements. **** “Tea with honey, Henry?” Cathy asked. He laughed at her jest. She looked a picture this afternoon, perched on the settee with her pretty pink skirt spread about her. Her eyes shone with that knowledge he’d glimpsed in the tearoom yesterday, and his cock hardened. “Honey is called for, I think,” Edward put in, settling beside her. “I daresay this is far more pleasant than being out on display.” “People were staring,” she allowed, sipping at her tea. “Even after you left to retrieve my ribbons.” Henry shrugged away her concerns, even though last night he had agreed with Edward that something had to be done. “Will you attend the Pickerings’ recital this evening, Cathy?” She nodded. “There is so little entertainment in Highmoor, how could I refuse? To do so would cause a speculation I would not wish bandied about.” “What sort of speculation?” Edward asked. Her lips thinned. “It is nothing, I am sure. Mrs. Middleton and Clarisse called this morning. The girl intimated that my being particular friends with the two of you was unseemly.” “That bitch said such a thing?” Henry growled. “Not in so many words, but it was in all her looks,” she said. “I care not what they think.”

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Edward was quiet for a moment then gave a nod. “We shall be more circumspect in company, then.” “Can they know, Edward?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Do they guess what we have?” “No,” Edward bit out. “And they never shall.” She came to her feet. “Perhaps I was foolish to wish for this through the winter.” “The winter?” Henry stood. “What do you mean?” “I thought to keep you both to myself until you leave for Town again.” Her eyes shone with tears. “But it seems I am to be deprived of even that short interlude.” Henry’s heart broke to see the pain in her gaze. “We will not be going to Town.” “Save for short visits now and again,” Edward added. “We no longer plan to remain in Town for the Season each year.” Henry could see her mind working, trying to ascertain their meaning. “No more talking, love,” Edward said. He took her hand in his. “We have a surprise for you.” Heat flared in her eyes, an expression Henry much preferred to her earlier distress. “A surprise?” “There is so much more to share, and an entire afternoon at our disposal,” Edward said. “More?” she whispered. “Oh, that sounds intriguing.” Henry placed his arm over her shoulder. “Come to Edward’s bedchamber, Cathy. We shall be happy to enlighten you.” She was soon spread naked in the center of the large bed. Her eyes devoured both him and Edward as they disrobed. The last time he’d been too much of a hurry to even remove his jacket. Today would be different. “You are both so beautiful,” she sighed. He exchanged a look with Edward and smiled. “We are pleased you think so.”

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“Your bodies are so much alike.” Her gaze traveled over their cocks. “Are all men built like you?” Henry held himself in check, though it was a close thing. “No, love. I suppose we are both gifted in certain areas.” “As you are with your perfect breasts,” Edward put in. “Not to mention that delectable pussy of yours.” Her body flushed pink head to toe, and Henry climbed onto the bed. He kissed her, tasting deeply of her until he could not withstand the wait a moment longer. “Ah, your pussy.” He spread her legs, pleased to see she was already wet. “I daresay my last taste was too brief.” “I promise I will wait this time,” Edward said with a smile. She looked from one to the other, and then her eyes darkened as Henry lowered his head. He licked her. She tasted like heaven, sweeter than the honey they’d shared. He’d forgotten to bring the jar to the bedroom, but they had plenty of time for that going forward. She thought to keep herself to them only through the winter? He could not wait to disabuse her of that notion. Forever wouldn’t be long enough to have their fill of her. Burying his tongue within her, he caught a burst of her juices. She began to moan, spreading her thighs wider to him. He found her clit and began to suck gently, just enough to tease her. “Henry!” she cried. “Do you like what Henry is doing to you, Cathy?” Edward asked. She gave a shaky nod, biting her luscious lower lip. Edward straddled her narrow waist, resting his rigid cock between her breasts. “Hold your breasts together, love.” She did so, watching as he rubbed the head of his cock over her nipple. She arched a bit, impeded by their position. Henry glanced up as Edward began to move between the gorgeous mounds. “Go on,” Henry urged. Edward eased toward her mouth. “Take me, Cathy. Open your mouth to me.”

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“My mouth?” she gasped, her lips parted invitingly. “God, the thought of it,” Edward said. “Do as Henry is doing.” He breathed in a rasping breath. “Just what Henry is doing.” Henry renewed his task, wringing another moan of pleasure from her. “A slow lick,” Edward said. Henry complied, dragging his tongue over her slit until she trembled. She did likewise, stroking Edward’s cock from the base to the tip. “Again.” Henry did it again, harder this time. She must have mimicked his motions, for Edward let out a growl. “Suck, Henry!” He began to thrust in her mouth. “By God, suck her!” Henry closed his lips over her clit and sucked hard. She began to cry out, and then the sound was muffled as she apparently wrapped her lips around Edward’s cock. She sucked and moaned, writhing on the bed as Henry thrust first one then two fingers inside of her. Edward grabbed on to the headboard, moving forward and back as Cathy’s mouth drove him over the brink. As she began to come, pressing tight against his mouth, Henry heard Edward moan. He recognized the sounds their girl made as Edward spilled his seed in her mouth. Surprise and delight. Lord, she was perfect. Henry sat up, licking his lips to savor her taste. Edward was still shaking, his hands clasped tight on the headboard. At last he eased away from her, and sure enough Henry read the surprised pleasure on her face. Amazing. “You taste like…you,” she said to Edward. Edward managed a laugh. “If you say so.” “No. Like your scent.” Her gaze fell on Henry’s still-rigid cock. “I believe I should like to taste Henry.” Henry groaned, bringing his cock to her lips. She flicked her tongue over the head then smiled. “Like Henry.” She parted her lips to take in more of him. He shook his head at her. “Not today, love. We have something

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else planned for today.” She came up on her elbows, her eyes bright. “My surprise?” “God, you are incredible.” Edward chuckled. Edward climbed off the bed and retrieved the pillow. As promised it had been delivered that morning, made to his exact specifications. Henry couldn’t wait to employ it. She tilted her head to one side as she stared at the pillow. “What is that for?” Henry took her hand, tugging her to a sitting position. “You shall see.” He took the pillow from Edward, placing it in the center of the bed. “Trust me, it is for your comfort.” And to better angle her lovely ass for his taking.

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Chapter 7 Edward eyed Cathy with that wicked gleam she’d come to appreciate while Henry beckoned her forward. Whatever was that pretty blue pillow for? “On your belly,” Henry commanded gently. Oh, would he take her from behind as Edward had? Juices pulsed from her pussy at the thought of it. Stretching out over the pillow, she found it was soft on her skin. The stuffing was firm however, and her bottom was thrust into the air. She could not spread her legs very far apart. “This is surprising,” she said. “Are you uncomfortable?” Edward asked her. “No.” She wriggled a bit. “But I do not see how Henry will be able to…” “Put my cock inside of you?” Henry finished. He placed his hands on her buttocks, gently kneading until she felt herself relax. “I am using a different route to pleasure this afternoon.” The realization struck her, startling and titillating at once. “My bottom?” “Yes, your bottom,” Henry said, a smile in his voice. “Your luscious ass will be mine today.” “Does that frighten you, Cathy?” Edward asked her. “No,” she said to her own surprise. “In for a penny…” Henry laughed then moaned as he began to knead her buttocks once more. The linens beneath her teased her breasts, and she couldn’t resist rubbing against then. Edward began to stroke her back, dropping kisses on her spine until she ached for Henry’s cock. She did

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not care where precisely, as long as he was deep inside of her soon. Henry’s finger penetrated her ass then. It pinched slightly. She flinched, and he withdrew. “You are so tight.” He returned and touched her. “This is a balm, love. It will ease my way.” There was a smear of something on his finger, thick and smooth and fragrant. The balm felt cold at first, and then it warmed as he began to thrust first one then two fingers within her. He spread her cheeks and kept up the pressure, widening her for his cock. Her ass felt a bit numb now, tingling, yet there was no discomfort. “Henry, please…” It felt like he had three fingers in her now, but it was not enough. Edward continued to stroke and kiss her back as she finally felt the tip of Henry’s cock between her buttocks. She let out a hissing breath as he thrust slowly inside. She felt so full, her pussy aching for its possession as well. He began to move, shallow thrusts that felt strange and wonderful. “Oh!” she cried, rubbing up against him for relief. “Easy.” She could hear the strain in Henry’s voice. “I do not wish to hurt you.” “My…” She gasped as he sank deeper. “My pussy, Henry.” He withdrew slightly and surged forward again. “What of your pussy?” She could not form the words. She felt hot and aching and on the brink of a cataclysm. Edward reached around to cup her breasts, squeezing as he intensified her need. She was so close, so ready to explode, when Henry at last began to move faster. She sobbed his name, and he finally touched her swollen flesh. His cock in her bottom, his fingers in her pussy. There was no balm on this hand, just her own juices as she clenched around him. She surrendered to the passion. Her climax seemed to go on forever as she clutched the linens beneath her. She heard Henry’s shout of completion as if from far away, lost to pure sensation. She felt the slight sting of his withdrawal soon after. Edward kissed her, stroking her hair and murmuring words of

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praise. “You did beautifully, love. Did you like what Henry did?” She struggled to catch her breath, somehow managing a nod. Henry eased the pillow from beneath her, settling her onto her back. His brows were drawn together as he gazed at her face. “I did not hurt you?” “N–no.” He stroked his thumb over her cheek. “Then why are you crying?” She wiped at her tears, just noticing them. “It was so much, Henry. I…It was so much.” Edward smiled and held her close. “It is never enough.” “What was in that balm?” she asked drowsily. “Herbs from the apothecary’s. To relax you.” Henry kissed her brow. “We had him mix in some heather.” “Heather?” she whispered. “So it would smell like you,” Edward explained. They held her close as her body slowly recovered from her climax. The three of them were tangled limbs and mingled breath as the afternoon went on toward evening, and she fell into a light doze. **** That evening Cathy wriggled in her seat, the performance of the Pickerings’ youngest daughter going on forever. She could scarcely pay attention, her mind filled with what they’d shared that afternoon. It had been astounding, really. Henry and Edward both seemed to take such pleasure in her own. She should not be surprised. It thrilled her to see them climax as well. It was a curious thing, this passion among the three of them. Her bottom, however, had not fully recovered. Whatever magic the balm had imparted had since worn off. She was not in pain precisely, just aware of herself as she had never been before. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Henry asked in her left ear. She managed to nod. “The performance is pleasant enough.”

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“But not short enough,” Edward put in softly at her right. She giggled, earning a look of displeasure from Mrs. Pickering. Schooling her expression, she sat as straight as her bottom allowed. “Are you sore?” Henry whispered. “Not precisely,” she answered. “Good.” Edward sighed in obvious relief. They stayed pressed close to her side as the eldest Pickering daughter sat before the pianoforte. She began to play adequately, and Cathy tried to focus on the music. It was nearly impossible with Henry and Edward so close she could smell their scents. That brought to mind their tastes, and she swallowed. Who would have thought such a thing was possible? She loved everything about them now, and was even more certain that taking this time with them would keep her long into the lonely life that stretched before her. They’d said they would not leave her for the Season every year, not any longer. She was but one woman, however. And an inexperienced one at that. A smile curved her lips. Perhaps not so inexperienced now. “That look on your face,” Henry teased. “Do I want to know what occupies that mind of yours at present?” “Stop it, Henry,” she chastised. Edward chuckled and opened his mouth, no doubt to say something outrageous, when the girl at the instrument ceased and stood with a bow. Polite applause filled the room, and Cathy breathed a sigh. The evening was nearly over. Refreshments were served in the adjacent parlor, and Henry and Edward served as her escorts. They went to retrieve their drinks, leaving Cathy alone for the moment. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Clarisse Middleton asked her. The girl wore a sour expression, one Cathy did her best to dispel with a bright smile. “Quite, Miss Middleton. What of you?” “Not in the least.” Her eyes narrowed. “I daresay I have learned much from watching the spectacle, however.”

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Trepidation flickered over Cathy’s skin. “What do you mean?” “You and the two gentlemen,” she hissed. “I saw it all.” “What, precisely, do you believe you saw?” Cathy asked. Clarisse’s hands fluttered about in the air. “The looks. The glancing touches. I can guess what earned you their exclusive attention.” Cathy pursed her lips for a long moment. “You should not spread such lies,” she bit out. “They are not lies!” Clarisse cried. Cathy winced as all eyes turned toward the two of them. Struggling to maintain her composure, she pulled Clarisse toward an empty corner of the parlor. Looking about to make certain no one paid them any attention, she leaned closer to her. “Lower your voice, you harridan.” Her eyes widened. “Harridan?” “Miss Middleton, is there a problem?” Henry asked. The look on his face was thunderous, his body rigid. Fool that she was, Clarisse gave a nod. “Indeed there is, Mr. Heath. I was to have Mr. Linden this year.” “Does Mr. Linden not have a say in that?” Edward said as he joined them, his voice deceptively calm. She dimpled up at him. “Of course! I simply meant that…now that your parents are dead you are the master of Thistle Grange. As I am now out, it is most fortuitous.” “The loss of my parents is fortuitous?” Edward asked. “No, no.” Clarisse’s cheeks flushed. “I meant that with Mr. Heath so…occupied with Miss Earling, you would at last be free to court me.” Edward’s cheeks reddened. “Listen to me and heed my words, you grasping bitch,” he growled low. “I would not dance attendance on you if you were the last eligible young lady in England.” Clarisse blanched, looking toward Cathy and Henry for assistance. “I had thought…That is, my mother was certain…”

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“And do not let me hear of your spreading that filth I overheard you say to Miss Earling,” Henry said. “She is so far above you, you cannot touch the hem of her skirt.” Clarisse’s mouth gaped, her lips flapping like a fish pulled abruptly from the lake. “Miss Earling…” Cathy turned sharply, cutting her from her notice and setting her from her mind. Grasping bitch, indeed! To think to use the death of Edward’s parents to her advantage. “I believe I have grown tired of this company,” she said. “Let us find the Pickerings and make our farewells.” “I shall call for the carriage.” Edward turned to Henry. “Do see to our coats?” The gentlemen left, and she kept herself turned away from Clarisse. She could feel the hateful glare on her back, however. With a huff, the girl finally left her in relative peace. In a matter of minutes the three of them were tucked into Edward’s carriage and headed for Earling Manor. “What a horrid girl,” she said. “I nearly wrung her neck for saying that about our parents, Edward.” Edward nodded. “I’ve never slapped a woman, but she seemed to be begging for it.” They grew silent for a stretch, and then Cathy sighed. “What of her accusations? She all but said the two of you are involved with me.” Edward shook his head. “She could not possibly know anything. She had a plan, is all. She thought to get you out of the way, putting forth that you and Henry were a match.” “And then she could have you.” She let out a curse. “I would snatch her bald-headed first.” “Believe me, love. The thought of her having me causes my cock to shrivel,” Edward said. “Mine as well,” Henry put in. “Thank God we both have our

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Cathy to defend our honor.” She waved a hand. “What do I know of honor?” Henry’s eyes grew round. “You are not ashamed of what we share?” he asked her. “No!” she cried. “Then no more talk of honor,” Edward said. “You belong to us and we belong to you.” She thought about that for a moment. “For the time being.” The two of them shared that secret look of theirs, but she could not bear to ask them the import of it. She did not wish to think about it any longer. They held her close in the carriage, and she let herself just feel. Before more than ten minutes had passed, their kisses and caresses put any thoughts of Clarisse’s lies and her own honor out of her mind. “Take me, Henry,” she sighed. “I daresay you put that hateful Middleton chit out of your mind quickly, love,” Henry said. She shivered as Edward reached beneath her dress to stroke her pussy. His eyes drifted closed. “God, you are sweet. Merely a touch of my hands and you’re ready.” “Take me,” she begged again. Henry suckled her breast as Edward continued to tease her. Now she could only feel. There would be time enough to regret this interlude. Now, however, was not that time.

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Chapter 8 A week passed, during which she had her monthly bleeding. Edward and Henry called upon her at the manor, however. Quite properly, as well. Maggie had been surprised at first, then charmed by Edward’s manners and Henry’s wit. By the third visit, Maggie was serving tea and biscuits on their finest china. She told them that she no longer worried about them breaking the valuables now that they had grown to be such respectable gentlemen. Cathy smiled inwardly as they took their leave of her this particular afternoon. Her bleeding had passed. In truth, she’d been startled when it came. Foolish as she’d been, she’d taken no sort of protection against any unwanted consequences. She knew of none, in any event. Though, should she become with child, it would be sorely wanted on her part. She already lived alone with her housekeeper in the wilds of Yorkshire. Why not add an illegitimate child to the mix? That would give Clarisse Middleton something to gossip over for certain. Cathy had told Maggie that she was to attend a card party at the Richardsons’ this evening, after dining at the Grange, but had no intention of doing so. It had been too long since that wicked carriage ride home from the recital. Her body ached for the two of them to make her theirs once more. What surprises did they have in store for her this evening? Her body tingled with the possibilities. That evening dinner was served by Edward’s discreet staff, the three of them sharing wine and tales of when they were younger as they were left to dine without attendants. “We have waited so long for you,” Henry told her. “A lifetime, it

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seems.” “Tell me you did not find entertainment in the interim?” she asked. “You had to learn all those wicked things somewhere.” Edward laughed. “Indeed. And aren’t we fortunate to teach them to you?” She nodded with enthusiasm. “You know I watched the two of you. At the lake.” Henry started then turned to Edward. “At the lake?” “Two years ago,” she added. “Before our kiss.” Edward grinned. “Naughty girl. And what did you think of our fine selves?” “I thought you were both so lovely.” “Lovely?” Henry pulled a face. “Not something a man wishes to hear.” “But you are lovely. Big and muscular and…lovely.” “I shall take that as a compliment, then,” Edward said. “How are you feeling, Cathy?” Her cheeks flamed as she caught his meaning. “All has passed.” “You should not be embarrassed, love,” Henry said. “We can share everything. Anticipation can heighten desire, at least in this case. I daresay I have thought of little but taking you again over this interminably long week.” “I’ve wanted the both of you as well,” she admitted. Edward grinned. “I daresay I can scarcely bear to wait. I declare dinner is over.” “You will not have me on this table,” she stated. “The parlor, then,” Edward said. “Perhaps some sherry is in order,” Henry said. “After dinner we should play a hand of cards or two as well.” “Cards?” she asked. “Yes. Then you can be truthful should Maggie inquire about the game.” “At least we do not have to attend another recital,” Edward said.

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“Although I much enjoyed our ride home.” “It was marvelous,” she admitted on a breath. It seemed so natural, sitting here with them and speaking of such intimacies. She could not summon the embarrassment she’d felt over her monthlies, however. What they shared was beyond anything she could have previously entertained. The doors were shut tight, their staff all but invisible, and now she wondered if they would take her here on the table! Hunger and thirst satisfied by fine food and wine, the titillating conversation caused all sorts of delicious notions to fill her mind. Henry reclining naked on the settee while she kissed every inch of him. Edward bending her over as he drove deep within her. She was indeed a naughty girl, and from the knowing light in their eyes they knew precisely what her thoughts were. “What say you to the parlor, Edward?” Henry asked. “Now?” “The parlor is a fine idea, Henry.” She simply smiled. **** Edward poured the sherry as Henry set up the cards. Cathy seemed quite uneasy, her nerves strung tight with wanting. She was truly their match in every way. He could scarcely think himself, his cock throbbing an incessant litany of need. Henry sat and adjusted his trousers. No doubt he was in a bad way as well. They played a lopsided game of three-handed whist then gave up on the cards altogether. “The doors, Edward?” Henry asked. Edward saw them locked tight, turning to run his gaze over Cathy. “Are you ready for us, love?” She swallowed, her pupils dilating. “Oh, yes.” “Thank the good Lord,” Henry said as he gathered her to him. “You liked what I did the last time, Cathy? In that very large bed?”

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She nodded, that adorable blush on her cheeks. “Good. Tonight we will do that and more.” She blinked in obvious confusion. “More?” “Yes,” Edward said, holding her close from behind. “You shall take both of us.” “But haven’t I already?” she murmured. Henry just shook his head, reaching up her skirts to rid her of her drawers. He handed them to Edward. Bless her wanton soul, they were damp. “Delightful,” Henry said. Edward unlaced and removed her dress, putting it carefully aside and loosening her stays. Henry removed his jacket and waistcoat. He settled back on the settee, pulling Cathy close to straddle him. Edward’s cock was so hard, he had to keep his trousers closed to refrain from taking her right away. The scent of her, the sounds she made as he stroked her breasts from behind, drove him mad. Her nipples were exposed now, rosy and tight and ready for Henry’s mouth. She reached forward, unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands over his chest. Then his belly. She stroked his cock, grasping gently until he pulled her hand from him with a groan. Henry brought his mouth to her breasts and closed his lips over one bud, sucking deeply. As he began to feast, Edward removed his own clothes and stripped down to his trousers. Edward knew Henry had to be in a bad way as well. He gave a wince of near-pain. Henry brought Cathy up onto the settee, one sweetly dimpled knee settled on either side of him. As he ran his hands over her bare bottom, she arched her breasts closer still. Edward dipped a hand between her legs, stroking her pussy until she gave a shudder. “Oh, yes…” she sighed. Edward struggled to hold on to his control. He would have her ass tonight, while Henry fucked her pussy. It would be the final act that should prove to her that they could all be together forever. That no other woman could satisfy them as she could. Soon. He sucked in a

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breath as he watched her writhe on Henry’s fingers now. Soon she would know it all. He grabbed the little jar of balm from his pocket and took a generous swipe. Using two fingers, he slowly penetrated her ass. “Edward!” she cried. “Oh!” “Yes, love,” he ground out, moving his fingers in and out until she began to stretch. “Does that feel good?” “Yessss,” she hissed. Henry sucked loudly and lustily on her breasts, easing his hand from her pussy to hold her still for Edward’s possession. She trembled as Edward began to penetrate her, a keening cry escaping her lips. She was so close now, Edward nearly all the way inside her. Henry clenched his teeth in an apparent effort to keep back his own climax. “That’s it,” Edward chanted, moving in and out of her tight hole. “God, yes.” “Oh, Edward!” she sobbed. “Henry, please. I need…” Edward knew her pussy was swollen, could feel her dripping wet with need as he roused her to a fever pitch. Henry did not touch her, though. He just held her still as she clutched his shoulders. “What, love?” Henry panted. “What do you need?” “Your cock, Henry.” She arched and Edward glimpsed her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth an O. Her body was flushed rosy, her hair curling damp around her face. She was never more beautiful. “My cock?” he asked her. “I need your cock in me now!” she cried. It was all the invitation Henry needed. Undoing his trousers, he freed himself. Holding her still once more, he thrust up into her pussy. She began to come, great shudders wracking her body as they both rode her. She was so small, so tight with Edward fully seated from behind and Henry from the front. They moved as one, alternating in and out in a timeless rhythm, driving her over the brink as they joined her in thunderous release.

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Edward took in great gulping breaths as he struggled to his feet. What they’d just shared was incredible and better than he and Henry had imagined. Cathy was a heap of glorious, trembling flesh in Henry’s arms, his cock still high inside of her. The pleasure etched on his face made Edward smile. Henry roused before Cathy, easing her off of him to cradle her in his lap. Unabashedly naked, she kissed Henry then reached toward him. “Come here, Edward,” she sighed. He settled beside Henry, taking in slow breaths. He lifted her lovely legs onto his thighs, stroking her as she stretched languorously. “This is so right, Cathy.” “Heaven,” she said with a nod. Her eyes popped open. “I believe I shall never forget it.” “That sounds ominous,” Henry said. “We shall never let you forget it.” “And as much as I enjoy looking at your luscious body, we should get you dressed and back home,” Edward said. She pouted prettily, but acquiesced. “I suppose it is best.” Edward sensed something in her tone, and when she was reasonably put together he took her hand. “Tonight, Cathy. Tell me you do not regret this. Regret us.” “Not regret, not at all! I know this shall come to an end, is all.” “It does not have to end,” Henry said, coming close as well. “We do not want it to.” “How, Henry? How could it not?” She turned from them, wrapping her arms around herself. “You said you will settle in Yorkshire, stay on at the Grange. Undoubtedly you will each find a woman to marry, as it should be. I, however, will not be one of those women.” “No, you will not be one of them,” Edward said. “You will be the only one we marry.” She whirled on them. “Are you mad? What is this nonsense?” “Cathy, listen,” Henry began. “When we started on this course,

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we knew full well what we were doing. What we wanted.” “When you started?” She blinked rapidly, her color high. “I do not know what your plans were, Henry, but this is not what I wanted. Did I want to be ostracized for the rest of my life? To have all and sundry know of the wanton I became with the two of you? To be the subject of hateful gossip until I can do nothing but hide for the rest of my days?” Henry reached for her. “Cathy, please.” “Marry the two of you?” she asked. “You are both mad. I will not be your plaything, something to keep you occupied as you rusticate in the country.” Edward’s own words on their return to Yorkshire struck him. “You were not simply something to keep us occupied.” “A plaything,” she said again, her voice cracking. “You should feel no shame,” Edward said, grasping her arm. She pulled away from them. “No, no shame. I should feel foolish, however. Foolish to believe the two of you cared for me at all.” “Cared for you?” Henry scoffed. “We love you!” “Love?” She shook with her fury. “This is not love.” She waved her hand in the direction of the settee. “This is…sexual. No mention of love was made by either of you, Henry. And now you expect me to believe that? Stuff and nonsense.” Helpless, Edward watched as everything they’d planned fell apart before his eyes. They had grossly miscalculated, thinking to ease her toward the reality of their futures together. And now? Now it appeared she would never believe them, let alone be their bride. “Cathy, let us explain,” Edward said. “Take me home, please,” she snapped. “Cathy,” Henry urged. “Do not go this way.” She closed her eyes, tears spiking her lashes. They had thrown everything away in a single night, and Edward could not pinpoint where matters went so awry. “We shall see you home,” Edward said.

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She shook her head. “I cannot bear to be in the carriage with the two of you. Please let me go alone.” “As you wish,” Edward said. He called for his carriage and saw to her wrap, and then he and Henry watched her ride away from them. “I had to open my blasted mouth,” Edward muttered. “I had to blurt out our plans like that, after what was the most astonishing sex I’ve ever had.” “For me, as well.” Henry placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “What are we going to do?” Edward shook his head. “I have no notion. I shall tell you this much, however. She cares for us more than she wants to admit.” “Her reaction! Her anger as she talked of our marrying other women.” Henry nodded, a slow smile curving his lips. “Do you think she loves us?” “I have to believe she does. How else could a previously innocent girl give so much of herself?” “We shall get her back. Convince her that we mean to keep her with us forever.” Edward snorted. “How?” “We shall sleep on it.” Henry yawned lustily. “I daresay after that orgasm I shall sleep like the dead.” Edward finally felt a touch of Henry’s optimism for the situation. “It was incredible. She was incredible.” “She will be ours, Edward. Count on it.”

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Chapter 9 Cathy sobbed in the carriage on the too-short ride back to the manor. What had she been thinking, to presume she knew the workings of such matters? To have both of them inside of her, holding her, caressing her, had been too much. Afterward, as they held her and stroked her so tenderly, she had let her heart believe that perhaps she could have kept them to herself forever. “Ha,” she grumbled. Edward said they’d planned this. Started on this course to seduce her. Well, she’d been an oh-too-willing participant, that was certain. Now she was left with nothing. No Henry. No Edward. Her heart clenched. And no future. Climbing wearily out of the carriage, she stepped into the manor. Maggie gasped when she saw her. “Miss Cathy!” She rushed to her side. “What has happened? Are you hurt?” She shook her head. “Not physically.” Maggie frowned then crossed her arms. “It was that Middleton girl, wasn’t it? I heard from the Richardson housekeeper that she was at the card party, spreading more of her vicious lies.” “Lies?” Her head shot up. “Maggie, what are you talking about?” “All of Highmoor has heard the tales she’s been carrying since the Pickering recital. Tales of you and…”—Maggie leaned closer—“the gentlemen from Thistle Grange.” Cathy gasped. “No!” “She said that you and Mr. Henry have been intimate. That you and Mr. Edward were more than friends as well.”

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Hot rage boiled through her. “Bitch.” Maggie nodded. “I attempted to quash the stories then and there, but those fools are titillated by the merest gossip.” She wrapped her arms around Cathy. “I’m sorry, dear. From what the housekeeper said it seems this tale is far too juicy a bone for them to release easily.” “Oh, Maggie.” She fell into another crying jag, her throat burning. “What have I done?” Maggie froze then pulled back to stare at her. “What are you saying?” She could not answer her, not all of it. “I foolishly gave my heart to both of them and they trampled on it. That is the only thing that matters now.” Maggie held her close again, rubbing her back to soothe her as she had nearly all her life. “Now, now. Matters will look brighter in the morning.” “That,” she sniffed, “is highly doubtful.” “No matter. Go to your chamber, dear. I’ll have a bath readied for you.” Suddenly the thought of a bath was infinitely better than going right to bed. Goodness knew she’d never be able to sleep now. Maggie sent her on her way, and Cathy went up to her bedchamber. Her maid fussed over her hair, her dress. “I shall see to myself, Lucy,” she told her. At last alone, she sank into the soothing water. She could smell the heather infused in her bath soaps, the scent immediately bringing to mind the events of tonight. That balm they’d used, before Edward put his cock deep in her bottom, had smelled of it. It was scented for her, they’d told her. Tears tracked down her cheeks, and she dunked her head beneath the water. When she emerged she took a deep breath. How could they use her so? How had she so willingly given Henry her maidenhead that afternoon in the lodge? No mention of love, certainly none of marriage, had been made. Now she was to believe them?

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“Not bloody likely,” she muttered. She scrubbed herself, erasing the feel of them. The smell of them. She ached in her bottom, but it wasn’t unpleasant. They’d both been inside of her, and it had been glorious. Quite fitting for a last time. No more tears, then. They’d given her pleasure, to be sure. And the knowledge that she held a power she’d never imagined, able to captivate the two of them for this brief time at least. She let out a harsh breath. That would have to be enough. **** Edward heard the whispers, harsh and insidious. He turned his head, finding three gentlemen on High Street eyeing him with dark gazes. He nodded to them and turned away. A group of ladies watched him, speaking behind their hands and clucking like hens. Their eyes, too, were dark with speculation before they put on their maidenly masks. What the devil was going on? Henry was in the pub, settling their bill before they headed back to the Grange. It had been three days since that horrid night in their parlor, and they had not yet thought of a way to untangle this mess. Cathy returned their missives unopened. She refused the hothouse flowers they’d sent. The Lord knew they had little experience properly courting any woman, let alone the one with whom they wished to spend their lives. They were at a loss about how to set matters to rights. As he strolled back to the carriage, one of the three gentlemen approached him. “Say, Linden!” Edward stopped and faced him, arching a brow in question. “Pickering.” The man stepped closer. “How did you manage it, Linden? You and Heath?” Edward’s stomach took a tumble, though he kept his face

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impassive. “Pardon?” Pickering grinned, a lascivious expression that proved nauseating on his fat face. “The Earling chit. She’s a prize piece to be sure, but no gentleman has been able to woo her. And now we hear that the two of you have…” He winked. “Well, perhaps it is better left unsaid.” Edward’s hands fisted. “What did you hear?” “All are talking about it,” Pickering said, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Why, I myself saw how…attached the three of you were at my home the other night.” “Damn it all, Pickering. State your meaning or I shall have to call you out.” Pickering’s fat mouth fell open, his ruddy cheeks growing redder by the moment. “What’s going on?” Henry came to Edward’s side. “Pickering, your eyes are boggled. Eat a sour kipper this morning?” “Heath.” Pickering bowed his head, no doubt struggling to affect his usual air of modest gentility. “I was merely asking after Miss Earling. She has not been seen in company since the recital. Keeping her to yourselves?” Henry leaned closer. “Excuse me?” Pickering had the audacity to preen. “I’m curious, is all.” Edward exchanged a worried glance with Henry, who faced Pickering once again. “Curious?” he growled. Apparently Pickering hadn’t the sense God gave a partridge, for he missed the import of Henry’s tone. “Yes. However did you two of you managed to bed her?” Edward’s fist shot out, catching Pickering square in the face. “How dare you speak of her!” Henry grabbed Edward’s arm before he could thrash the bastard. “Easy.” Stepping between them, he placed a hand on Pickering’s barrel chest, shoving hard. “Did I hear you correctly?” Henry rubbed his jaw then flexed his hands. “Because if I did, you will have more than a bloody nose before the day is out.”

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Pickering gasped as blood poured down his face. “Carrying tales spread by a jealous young woman,” Henry mused aloud, taking out his handkerchief to hand the lout. “Not very gentlemanly. Perhaps your wife does indeed keep your balls in her sewing basket.” Pickering shook his head, his eyes wide as he covered his nose. “P–perhaps I was m–mistaken.” Somewhat mollified, Henry came closer. “Let me hear of your spreading those lies again, Pickering. The lake at the Grange is quite deep, you know. In the center especially, where one cannot see the bottom.” Edward nodded. “Too true. Should one lose something there I daresay it is gone forever.” Pickering looked from one to the other. “I must be going.” “Your word?” Edward asked. “Y–yes,” Pickering answered before hurrying away from them. “Bastard.” Henry made for the carriage. “I saw his face, Edward. This story had him randy as a goat in spring.” “Look around, Henry,” Edward said in a low voice. “All eyes are on us. Talk of Cathy is spreading and there is nothing we can do about it.” Henry looked thoughtful for a moment. “We may have just been given a gift. A way to force our love’s hand.” Edward blinked. “Explain.” “Not yet. I’ve merely the seed of an idea.” Henry gave a nod. “But I believe I just may let Pickering live.” Edward leaned back, letting out a breath. “I hope you have the right of it. I cannot bear the thought of losing her forever.” **** Cathy tossed in her bed, the sounds of the storm outside reaching through to her. Like that day on the moors with Henry and Edward,

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fierce and wild. In her mind she was back on that ill-fated picnic, back with the two men she’d loved her whole life. Then later, in the hunting lodge…Their mouths and hands, their bodies twined with hers. Heaven and perdition at once. Sweat filmed her body, her hair in tangles stuck against her cheeks and neck. Beads formed between her breasts as her pussy wept, hot with need. She kicked aside the coverlet and went to the balcony doors. Pressing against the cold glass, she tried to cool her heated blood. Anger at the two of them crashed through her, that and the everpresent passion they’d easily aroused that day and since. Lightning flashed across the sky, as bright and captivating as Edward’s smile. Followed by a boom of thunder, wild and brash like Henry’s spirit. Oh, how she missed them both! Crossing to the side table, she eyed the bouquet of heather she’d gathered. Perhaps they were not as perfect as the flowers they had sent to her, roses and peonies she was certain cost a fortune to procure this time of year. The heather was far dearer to her, however. Burying her face among the purple flowers, she breathed in deeply. Her soul seemed to open up, the scent calming her and calling to mind all the many days they’d spent out on the moors over the years. Tears stung her eyes. It was all over. Finished. Never again would she share that with them. Share anything with them. The storm beckoned, rain lashing wildly against the glass doors until they rattled in their frames. Unable to resist, she tore the doors open and ran to the railing. “How could you do this to me, Edward?” she screamed into the sky. “I gave you everything, Henry!” The skies did not answer, just intensified the storm as her night dress was soon plastered to her body. Icy rain and scalding tears streamed down her cheeks, filled her mouth. Another flash of lightning struck and she saw the three of them out on the moors, as they’d been as children. They ran with her, tugging her hands and

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laughing. Aging before her eyes, taking her on that picnic then running for cover at the lodge. Cursing herself for a foolish girl, she longed to join them. To repeat the mistakes she’d made that day and surrender to the passion once more. “I am doomed,” she moaned. “Doomed to love two men who could never fully be mine.” She fell into sobs, crumbling to the floor in a shivering heap as the rain pounded against her. “Miss Cathy!” She heard Maggie’s voice from somewhere behind her, sensed herself being lifted by hands against her numb skin. Stripped of her dripping clothes, bundled up and put into bed. Maggie’s cool hand on her fevered brow. “Child, what were you thinking?” She could not form an answer. She was not thinking. She was feeling. And God save her soul, she wanted to feel it again.

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Chapter 10 Cathy awoke to sunshine streaming through the balcony doors, catching the raindrops on the glass to sparkle like crystals. Her head ached. Her heart ached. She was in a maudlin mood and nothing would soothe her. “Chocolate?” Maggie said. The scent tickled her nose and she smiled. Perhaps something would soothe her. She opened her eyes to find Maggie standing over her, directing Lucy to leave the tray bearing cups and the pot of solace on the side table beside the blessed heather. “Ah, Maggie.” She came to a sitting position, managing a smile. “I thought as much.” Maggie turned to Lucy. “I daresay you may return within the hour and see to Miss Cathy’s hair and dress.” Lucy smiled and bobbed a curtsey before leaving them alone. Maggie poured a cup of chocolate and handed it to her. She settled on the bed beside her while Cathy held the cup to her nose and breathed deeply. “Are you going to tell me now?” she asked. Cathy sipped, letting the smooth sweetness wash away the bitterness of last night. “If I must.” “You know, Miss Cathy,” Maggie began, smoothing the linens as she spoke, “I have always suspected what is in your heart.” She blinked. “My heart?” “You love them both, don’t you? Mr. Edward and Mr. Henry.” Their names sent a stab of wanting through her. “Yes,” she admitted. “More fool me.” Maggie shook her head. “I shall not ask the particulars. But I will

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tell you this. They care for you. I’ve seen it growing for years.” Cathy shook her head, unwilling to be seduced by the possibility. “No.” “Yes. Despite their…exploits in Town and in the village, they always come back to you.” Cathy drained her cup, holding it out for a refill. “Where, precisely does that leave me?” Maggie poured. “What have they done to you?” Oh, so many wicked things. Her cheeks flamed as she took another sip of the bracing chocolate. “I do not know what you mean.” Maggie scoffed. “Where is your spirit? Who is this sniveling girl, hiding in the manor?” She gestured toward the balcony. “Huddling in the rain like a child. This is not the Cathy I raised.” “What are you saying?” “You’ve always taken what you want, dear. In everything, from your studies to your choice of dress and amusements. What has changed?” “Perhaps I have.” “Stuff and nonsense. You love them. I believe they love you.” She handed Maggie her empty cup. “That matters little now.” Maggie stood, taking up the tray. “Does it?” She walked toward the door. “It seems to me that the Cathy I know would grab on to the life she wanted. With both hands.” With that, she left. Cathy mused for a moment then rose to see to her morning ablutions. Lucy came and soon she was dressed and ready to face her day, whatever it might bring. She stared into the cheval glass. Maggie could not know the whole of it, what she’d done with Edward and Henry. She was right in one regard, however. Cathy Earling did not settle for what others insisted was correct and proper. She would not do so in this. Smiling at herself in the glass, she went belowstairs to attempt to find a way to see her own wishes satisfied. The images of Edward’s

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lovely face and Henry’s dark eyes filled her mind. Perhaps she could have her heart’s desire after all. As she finished her breakfast, she heard a carriage pull up the drive. Her heart flew up to her throat as she hurried to the window. Had her swains come to call so early? She was astounded to see the vicar emerge from his modest carriage, a look of concern on his lined face. He rapped on the front door, impatience in every sound. Maggie came to answer it. “Maggie,” she said, grabbing on to her arm, “why is the vicar here?” Maggie gave her a helpless expression and opened the door. “Mr. Everett, do come in.” Mr. Everett bowed his head to Maggie then settled his gaze on Cathy. There was censure there, but also concern. That last was far more troubling, in her opinion. “Miss Earling,” he said, removing his hat. “Mr. Everett,” she returned with a curtsey. “May I ask what brings you by this morning?” His brows beetled, and then he glanced at Maggie. “I shall see to tea,” Maggie said, hurrying from the room. “Please, Mr. Everett,” Cathy urged. “I am afraid news of an alarming nature has reached my ears,” he said. Nausea roiled in her stomach. “News?” He nodded. “It seems that you and…Mr. Linden and Mr. Heath have been linked in a tale. The stories are…quite disconcerting.” She managed to swallow. “Surely you are not trading in gossip, Mr. Everett?” He shook his head. “I merely wish to put you on your guard. To…get the truth of the matter from you to silence the tales.” He gulped. “It has been said that you are involved in a…dalliance with the two gentlemen.” She could see he was disturbed, ready to believe any explanation

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she could form. Well, she couldn’t lie to him no matter the cost. “How can you come here like this?” she asked. “You, who were such great friends with my father, accuse me of such actions?” “I do not accuse! I mean to put you on your guard, Miss Earling. To urge you to be attentive to the impression you put forth in the village.” “My impression? I daresay I am as I always was.” “I believe that is the crux on the matter.” She pulled in a breath. “What are you saying?” “You keep to the manor, Miss Earling. You have no particular friends in the village. I believe this led to tales carried by young ladies who have no affection for you. No allegiance.” “This will surely do nothing to change that, believe me.” The vicar nodded. “I believe if I can have your assurance that nothing untoward—” “I am to assure you that I have not dallied with Mr. Linden and Mr. Heath?” she cried. “And how, pray, am I to prove such a thing?” Mr. Everett just stared at her. She turned from him. “Oh, this is beyond the pale.” “Indeed,” she heard Edward say. She hadn’t heard the horses, hadn’t noticed Maggie go to the door, but there stood Edward in the parlor. “Edward.” “Ah, Mr. Everett,” he said smoothly. “Are you here to offer your felicitations?” He smiled at Cathy, that bright expression she’d sorely missed. “Or perhaps your services?” “Mr. Linden?” the vicar returned in a bewildered voice. “You see, sir, Miss Earling has agreed to marry me.” “Indeed?” Mr. Everett’s face broke out in a grin. “Oh, that is wonderful news!” Edward watched her with sparkling eyes as if daring her to speak, but she could not ask the questions she longed to now. Not with the vicar watching. “What of the tales?” she asked Mr. Everett.

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“I do not know if this will…” He fingered his hat. “You see, there is still the matter of Mr. Heath.” “Did I hear my name?” Henry asked, joining them. “Ah, Henry,” Edward said. “Mr. Everett, Mr. Heath will serve as best man at the wedding.” “But…” “Mr. Heath and I are as close as brothers,” Edward said. “He loves Miss Earling as I do. And she loves him. No doubt that is what the attentive folks of Highmoor saw.” “And perhaps misinterpreted?” Henry put in. “Oh, yes!” the vicar said. “I daresay such would set their tongues to wagging.” She remained silent, keeping her expression even lest the vicar see her distress. To lie so to a man of the cloth! This surely compounded her sins. “Post the banns, Mr. Everett,” Edward said. “I am certain that will cease those tongues.” The vicar nodded vigorously, wished them all happiness, and took his leave. Cathy sank down on the settee, all the strength leeched from her body. “There, you see?” Edward asked, throwing his arms wide. “All is well.” “All is well,” she murmured. She glared up at him. “All is well? You are mad if you think such a lie will cease these rumors!” “It is not a lie, Cathy,” Henry said. He sat beside her and took her hand. “You will marry Edward.” “But…” She swallowed as Edward sat on her other side. “But I love both of you. How can I—” “You will belong to both of us, love,” Edward said, taking her other hand in his. “Our marriage will be legal, and all will leave us in peace.” “Though ours will be decidedly illegal,” Henry said, dropping a kiss on her fingers, “it will be no less real.”

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She pulled out of their grasp and stood. “Marry both of you?” She shook her head. “No. It will never work.” “Whyever not?” Edward came to his feet. “Tell me you do not love us.” “Of course I love you both! But how can I expect to be the only woman you will ever be with? Oh, you will grow tired of me. You both have had many women, Edward.” Speaking the words aloud caused her heart to twist. She faced Henry. “Henry, how can you promise me you will keep yourselves to only me?” “We love you.” Henry took her hand again. “We want only you.” Oh, how she wanted to believe him. Love was truly in his countenance. She saw that expression mirrored on Edward’s face as well. She could only shake her head, not trusting her voice. Her throat was thick with the tears that threatened. Henry leaned closer to her. “That last night, love. Did that not prove that we are completely satisfied with only you?” Heat flared within her at the memory. Both of them making love to her at the same time, each of them giving her so much pleasure she thought she’d die there in their arms. Could the three of them truly stay together? Forever? “You both love me?” she asked again, looking from one to the other. “Completely and utterly,” Edward said. He kissed her, gently at first then sweeping in with his tongue to stroke hers. He pulled back and smiled. “We want to spend our lives together.” Henry turned her face to his. When she opened her mouth to his tongue he tasted deeply of her. Oh, the mixture of the both of them was heady indeed! “What say you, love?” Edward asked. She looked from him to Henry and back again, seeing sincerity in all their looks. That, and the heat that simmered among the three of them. “Yes, I will marry you!”

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They each let out a shout, taking turns twirling her about the room until she laughed. Maggie returned to the parlor, an expression of cautious hope on her face as she set the tea tray down on a table. “All is well?” “Miss Cathy is to marry me, Maggie,” Edward declared. Maggie looked at Henry then met her gaze. Cathy saw the older woman knew more than she was saying. The smile on her face was genuine, however. “’Tis a good thing. Perhaps the two of you will be able to keep her in line,” Maggie quipped. “Goodness knows I’ve enough gray hairs.” She closed the doors, leaving them alone. Henry and Edward took advantage of the gift of privacy. Edward turned her toward him, kissing her deeply while pressing his hard cock against her belly. A wildness seized her as Henry caressed her breasts from behind, her fichu a memory. He teased her nipples until she gasped. His cock fit so well against her bottom she was unable to keep from rubbing against him with a low moan. “Quietly, love,” Henry rasped in her ear. “As accepting as Maggie appears, we would not want her to discover you so.” “H–how?” she breathed as Edward’s gifted hands lifted her skirts to stroke her pussy. “How is that?” Edward spread the lips of her pussy dipping two fingers deep inside of her. “Satisfied,” he growled. She writhed in their arms, lost to all but their touch, their scent. They loved her! Pleasure poured through her as she felt herself shatter in ecstasy held snugly between them. They each kissed her as she settled back to her senses. She soon saw they were still aroused, their beautiful cocks bulging in their breeches straining for release. “What of you two?” she asked with a sigh. “I daresay you shall be able to satisfy us, Cathy,” Henry said with a grin. Edward nodded as he sat with a soft groan. “Later, at the Grange.”

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She poured the tea as they spoke of their future together. She would have the loves of her life forever. Never again would she pine for them when they were gone, nor long for them in her loneliness. The three of them would build a life together, in and out of that very large bed at the Grange. And none in Highmoor would have a word to say about it. She found love on the moors with the two of them. They were two halves of a whole and in her heart forever. She would revel in their wild romance for the rest of her life.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Josie Dennis writes erotic romances for the discerning reader. Her characters find love in the most amazing places and the Happily Ever After is a guarantee. Readers who like their romances hot, and their heroes and heroines open to ideas they’ve only explored in their fantasies, will find her Erotic Romances quite satisfying. Josie divides her time between Central Florida and New England.

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