Dennis, Josie - Wild Heights [Classics Rekindled 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

“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 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.

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.

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 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.”

“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 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.”

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.”

“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.”