Adams, Eve - Patience is Their Virtue [Brides of Bachelor Bay 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

Amelia Prescott’s Journal, Sunday, April 2, 1865

Port Steele, Washington Territory

I’ve just heard what I thought was the most ridiculous gossip at church. My dearest friend, Patience Weber, has gone and secretly married one of the, if not
the
town’s most prominent bachelor. They didn’t appear to be on the best of terms when I spied them together at the dance. Last night Patti wanted to leave, and now she’s married! I plan to pay her a visit and demand she tell me every detail leading up to her matrimony, no matter how sordid. My sisters tell me that I have to give her time to adjust to her new life before I intrude. The wait will surely kill me!

Guilt ate at Patience’s conscience. She couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. What kind of woman kisses a man, and then less than an hour later marries another? Raven stood right next to Adam, his hands folded in front of him, seemingly content with her marrying another man when they clearly shared something.

What would Adam say when she told him? And she
would
tell him. She wasn’t the type of woman to share something as intimate as a kiss and not tell her husband.

But he wasn’t her husband at the time. Did that even matter?

Patience groaned as she paced inside the study. She’d already traced all of the books lining the walls and no surprise, there wasn’t a single book to pique her interest. Raven had disappeared somewhere with Adam, and they had yet to return.

She wanted it over with. Why prolong it? She’d done exactly what her cheating rounder of a husband had done—she’d not only had feelings for another, she’d acted on them. Lord Almighty. What did that say about her?

That didn’t matter. In all truth, she hadn’t kissed him because he had a rugged arrogance about him that held her breathless. She hadn’t kissed him because she wanted to know if a man with such a mysterious heritage tasted different.

She’d kissed him in the hopes he’d run back and tell Adam, and the wedding would be off.

The double doors slid open, and she skidded to a stop, her heart in her throat. Raven walked in, followed by Adam.

Time stopped as the men stilled, both sets of eyes intent on holding her captive. She breathed in deeply, trying to find some sense of the sudden rush of liquid between her legs. Why would the sight of them pull such a reaction from her?

“There you are,” Adam stated in a husky, soft voice. “Good. I had hoped we could share this time together without interruption.”

The tone, so tender and almost timid, sent a rush of emotion flooding through her. Those eyes, those dark, beautiful eyes, softened as he gave her a small, awkward smile.

“Shall I set up in the room?” Raven peaked his ebony brow.

“No. I think we’ll be more comfortable in here.”

Raven gave him a single nod and took the large basket in his hands with him as he walked over to the front of the fireplace. “I’ll make us a fire.”

Patience watched him while he built the fire, the muscles in his back flexing and relaxing as he worked the wood.

“I know you think marriage to me is a punishment worse than death, but I swear to you, I’ll put no one above you.” Adam chopped up the distance between them with long, muscular legs and slowed as he walked behind her. When he lifted some of her red waves from her neck, she shuddered but remained in place. His breath, so hot and wet as he stepped closer to her, brushed across her skin, and chills peppered her flesh.

Oh, dear Lord. His hard chest pressed against her back, and she leaned against him. She wanted to protest, to convince herself that, as a lady, she should show some sense of propriety. But this man, this perfect, striking man, had placed a ring on her finger. A wife was supposed to please her husband.

“Is that so?”

His lips trailed heated kisses across her exposed neck, and she closed her eyes as the rate of her breathing increased. “From the first day I met you, I knew.”

His hand had come around and ran along the flat of her tummy, pulling her in tighter to him. She cleared her throat to try and steady her voice as he released the buttons holding her top in place. “What did you know?”

“That we belonged together.”

Oh, no. How unfair.
He shouldn’t be this charming, and she shouldn’t be falling for his words of endearment. “We barely know each other, Adam.”

“That doesn’t mean a thing, my love. Our hearts know each other.”

“H–How is that possible?” He’d moved his mouth up to the tender spot behind her ear as his hands diligently worked at her buttons. When he nipped at her lobe and then licked it to cool the heat from his teeth, she shuddered as sharp chills ripped through her, tightening her nipples and shredding her self-control.

“You don’t believe me? Look at the way your body responds to my touch.” Brazenly, he brushed the pad of his thumb across a protruding nipple, tenting the fabric of her top.

Shouldn’t she at least try and deny it? But with the way her body continued to betray her, he’d only catch her in another lie. She sucked in a breath when he pinched her nipple, sending another rush of blistering juices to coat the tender flesh between her legs.

“Let me prove it to you. Let me love you the way a husband should love his wife.”

“But Raven is in the room.” She arched against him and closed her eyes.

“That’s the idea.”

She jerked upright, her eyes wide, as Raven stood in front of her, barely a breath between them. His dark gaze glimmered with a hunger that she felt as well.

“Raven, I–I haven’t told him.”

“I have,” Raven admitted as he framed her face in his large hands. Behind her, Adam slid her top over her shoulders, down her arms, and released it to cascade to the floor. He then removed her camisole, leaving her naked on the top. Raven worked at her skirts, unfastening each one and sliding them over her hips.

“He knows?” She pushed around to face Adam. The ardent need darkening his gaze rivaled Raven’s. “You know?”

“My love, Raven and I share everything.”

She swallowed thickly. “Everything?”

“Everything,” Raven repeated.

“Including your women?”

Adam chuckled, low and deep. “
Especially
our women.”

Shock plunged through her body. That shouldn’t excite her. That shouldn’t tighten her nipples and flood her pussy with blistering juices. She knew what they were doing and knew she should at least make an attempt to protest.

Did she want to? Adam’s gaze burned into her, leaving a trail of heat wherever it scraped, and Raven’s ate her alive. Their combined look had the power to destroy whatever self-control she’d managed to muster up.

Adam brought his hands up and framed her face, giving her the feeling of warmth and safety in his touch. “One word, sweet Patience.”

“All you have to do is say no, Patti.” Raven ran his fingers over her shoulders before following the same path with his lips and tongue. He licked across her flesh as the hardness of his chest pressed against her back.

“But I wish you wouldn’t.” Adam’s lips glided across her jaw. She tilted her head back and granted him access to move down her neck.

“This is wrong.” Even as she said it, she didn’t believe her own words. She wanted this, all of this. She wanted to feel Raven’s hands roam her body. She wanted to feel Adam’s lips capture hers and take complete control.

“Your body betrays your words.” Behind her, Raven pressed ever closer, sandwiching her between him and Adam. She rested her head on Raven’s shoulder when his hands came around and cupped her breasts.

“H–How so?”

Raven pinched her taut nipples and nipped at her shoulder, drawing a moan from her as her knees wobbled. Slowly, ever so slowly, Adam pulled her drawers down, leaving her in nothing but her slippers. She didn’t even own a pair of stockings and waited for someone as properly dressed as Adam Steele to point it out.

But he didn’t. Instead he dropped to his knees, scattering kisses across her flat tummy, down her hips, along her inner thigh as he lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder. She flinched as Adam’s wicked tongue dove deep between her dew-covered curls.

“Oh, dear God!” she cried as every rational thought floated from her mind. Pleasure ripped through her body with every lash of his tongue, every flick against the sensitive nerves resting there.

When her knees gave out, Raven held her up, whispering to her and feasting on her neck. Adam licked at her pussy, his tongue sliding in and out of her narrow slit, and she cried out when a tidal wave of sensation washed over her.

She shuddered as Adam devoured her flesh, driving her mad in his intensity. And then he bent down and inserted his tongue into the depths of her entrance with one powerful thrust.

And she shattered.

Patience reached down and weaved her fingers into his hair, holding him there and rocking her hips as a blistering climax smashed into her, splintering her bones and leaving her weak and limp.

“So sweet, Patti.” Adam lapped at the juices, greedily sucking up every last drop and pulling wave after wave of pleasure from her. Raven tugged at her nipples in time with Adam’s tongue, the two becoming one in perfect unison. “You taste better than I could have possibly imagined.”

“Perhaps a second opinion is in order,” she whispered brazenly, not sure what had gotten into her, only knowing that it felt good, felt right.

Adam rocked back and glanced up at her, his gaze dark and twinkling with ardent desire. “I love a woman who isn’t afraid to tell me what she wants.”

The men switched positions. She blinked down at Raven and gasped to see him naked as the day he was born. Slamming her eyes shut, she then tried to turn away, but when she felt Adam’s bared, hard cock at her lower back, she gasped again as her eyes flew open.

Raven, sweet, wicked Raven, ran his finger up and down the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh with one hand and eased the other up and down the large shaft of his rigid cock. His gaze gleamed as he looked up at her. He then bent down and ran his tongue up the length of her thigh before gently brushing it across her syrupy curls.

What Raven did was nothing compared to what Adam had started to do with his hand. He’d brought it down between her legs and probed a finger at her entrance. Raven assaulted her nerves, flicking his tongue and sucking on her flesh. Adam slid a slickened finger up, penetrating her without hesitation as she fought to remain upright.

“Do you like that?” Adam whispered in her ear, his voice thick, full of hunger.

“Uh-huh.” She licked her lips and leaned against him.

“How about this?” He withdrew one finger, only to replace it with two so gently she almost didn’t feel it amidst the thrashing of Raven’s tongue.

The climax coiled around her womb, slithering inside her and tightening like a boa constrictor. The harder Adam thrust, in perfect time with Raven’s tongue, the tauter the tension attacking her senses grew. Higher and higher the tension grew until she rocked in time with thrusts of fingers, of tongues, and lost control once again.

She convulsed as the orgasm crashed down, robbing her of her sanity and sending a wave of blistering juices gushing down her channel. Raven licked and sucked as he consumed her entire being.

And then she collapsed against Adam’s chest. He lifted her into his arms and kissed her completely, dancing his tongue with hers as he walked her over to the doors. When she realized they were leaving the room, she stiffened and started to struggle.