Page 32 of An Earl, His Valet, & Their Wife

Michael trembled, his anxiety surging until it felt like it might burst from his chest. If she made him choose…he would not be able to bear it.

“Say it, Lady Whitmore,” growled Gerry, his eyes flashing darkness. “Look us both in the face and state your terms so there is nae misunderstanding.”

She visibly swallowed, but at last raised her head, her face the portrait of vulnerability. “I’ve always been the forgotten one. The fourth daughter no one really cared about because I wasn’t notably beautiful or buxom or talented or clever. If Michael hadn’t offered, my parents probably would’ve wed me to the next man who walked by the townhouse. I don’t want to be forgotten here as well. You must not bed each other without me.”

Michael took a deep breath. Christ. He’d almost said “yes, ma’am”. Almost knelt at her feet and pledged obedience without his master’s permission. If Gerry said no, that would be the end of the matter. His valet guiding marital relations was one thing, but under no circumstances did Gerry have to forgo pleasure or admit Katherine to the earl’s chamber.

Yet moments later, a slow smile curved Gerry’s lips. One that promised all kinds of lusty, delicious wickedness. “Tell me true, Katie. Do ye desire tae watch us and touch yourself? Or do ye crave being fucked by two men…a cock in your mouth and cunt…a cock in your cunt and arse…”

Katherine gasped, her chest rising and falling as she took in tiny breaths, her cheeks turning a charming shade of ruby red. Yet her eyes told a very different story. Not a woman scandalized or outraged or disgusted by the thought, but feverishly aroused.

Was his wife becoming wet at the prospect of two men inside her? His cock was certainly stirring. Or perhaps he could take her while Gerry plundered his backside…

At the thought of a lover front and back, both using him for their pleasure, Michael reached down to adjust his trousers. “Please answer the question, my lady.”

“What if I want it all?” Katherine whispered. “To watch and touch myself some days, while others I kiss Gerard’s cock as Michael fills me with seed? Perhaps I want two men taking turns licking my pussy. Or to learn what it feels like to have a cock in my backside, and then…and then take you both down there…”

Gerry made a raw, feral sound. “Sweet greedy lassie. I ken what ye need. Tae be worshipped and conquered ’til ye are sore and sated and dripping with the seed o’ your men. I wager even now that pretty cunt is wet. Lift your gown, Katie. Show us.”

She whimpered. “Gerard…”

“Aye, that is my name. Or sir.”

Katherine actually swayed, so Michael swiftly slipped an arm about her waist to steady her. Or more truthfully, steady himself, for anticipation coursed through his veins. A wife and a lover, where they were all wanted? It seemed too perfect. Too erotic. He might not survive, but Christ, what a way to perish.

“Lift your gown, Katherine,” he said softly, moving around so his back was to the ballroom entrance and no one passing would be able to see a thing. “Master gave an order.”

Rather delightfully, his countess leaned against him, rubbing her backside against his swelling cock before dutifully reaching down to lift her hems to her knees.

“Higher,” commanded Gerry.

She moaned and did as she was bid, rucking up her gown, petticoat and chemise to her waist. Immediately, the heady scent of wet pussy drowned Michael’s senses.

Nodding in satisfaction, Gerry reached down to roughly cup her mound. Claiming it. “Soaked,” he said, swirling his fingers in her juices as she writhed and panted, before lifting them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Me?” begged Michael.

Gerry laughed as he dipped his fingers once more and painted Michael’s lips. “There, my lord. Ambrosia.”

Michael closed his eyes, savoring the taste of Katherine’s honey. Then almost unbidden, his hands moved to her breasts, rubbing the nipples jutting lewdly against her bodice.

“Please,” said Katherine, her voice hoarse and desperate. “Take me to bed. I can’t wait for nightfall.”

Gerry nodded. “As ye wish, my lady.”

CHAPTER 7

Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.

In the book of her life, she was about to start a whole new chapter, and Katherine couldn’t wait a moment more.

Yet Michael and Gerard were ambling. Escorting her across the entrance hall and up the stairs at a pace an elderly snail would be ashamed of. And they blasted well knew that it was driving her quite mad; their smirks and little exchanged glances told a tale that required no words.

How could they be so mean?

She glared at them both, surreptitiously trying to drag them toward the earl’s bedchamber. Nothing else mattered but being alone and naked with her husband and his valet, so she could learn all the wondrous acts they had discussed. Before, pleasure had been a rather abstract concept. Now she knew exactly what she wanted, and she wanted it all immediately.

Gerard’s smirk grew more pronounced. “I think her ladyship has a particular need, my lord. But anticipation only enhances the senses. Makes everything sharper.”