Love Reclaimed (7 page)

“I’ll see you inside.” He hopped down and helped her out.

“Heart, would you mind terribly if I retired? I think I am rather worn out after all the dancing and then the tussle at the end.”

“Please, Marie. Just let me hold you. Nothing else.”

The need in his voice won out against her better judgment and she nodded, letting him follow her inside.

Alone in their room, they stripped down and climbed into bed. She sighed on a soft exhale as he pulled her into his arms and held her until she drifted off to sleep. Her defenses lay in a pile of rubble around her heart.

Chapter Five

Marie awoke surrounded by Heart. His arms, his smell, his very essence seemed to encompass her. Needing to extricate herself, she eased out from between the sheets without disturbing him and tugged the bell pull to call Karen. After tending to nature, she drew on a robe as Karen bustled into the room with a tray of hot chocolate and the morning paper. Beneath the news lay the gossip rag.

Heart slept on, oblivious to the tinkling of silver and china as she poured herself a cup of steaming chocolate. She cracked the curtains enough to light her paper. After perusing the news, she picked up the gossip rag. It often contained more tripe than not, but the occasional bit of information, when paired with her more reliable, sources had become very useful. She stared at the front page and scanned the bits deemed most news worthy.

A certain Lady F— was seen in the company of Lord K— who was supposed to be home ill in lieu of attending the soiree at Blake House the previous night
.

A credible bit of information, too bad his wife would be the last to know. She scanned farther down past trivial bits and then a line on the inside page caught her attention.

Lord H—was seen to wallop Lord B—in the face over the notorious Madame M—at the Vauxhall Garden Masquerade last night
.

“Damn! Damn! Damn!” She set her chocolate aside and rose to approach the bed. “Wake up, Heart. You silly fool. Wake up this instant.”

Sleepy and tousled, he sat up, letting the covers bunch around his waist. His smooth chest a distraction to her line of thought until he flexed his hand and inspected it more closely. “What is the matter, Marie? I was having the most lascivious dream about you.” He sported his naughty grin, a slightly lopsided smile paired with his twinkling eyes. It left no doubt as to just how carnal his dream had been. The evidence was irrefutable when his hardened cock tented the covers.

“Yes well, while you were dreaming, Madame Gossip had her way with us. Your little display last night was spotted and reported in the gossip column this morning.” She slapped the paper against his chest and set to pacing. “I warned you our association would come to no good.”

“I hardly count a vague reference to three people as ‘no good.’ He got up and came toward her naked as a babe. “Stop fretting about a single line buried on the last page of a gossip rag. Come back to bed. I wish to feel the silk of your skin against mine.”

Marie joined him, though she continued to worry about the ramifications of that single line. She had seen greater men than Heart ruined with less.

***

After a morning round of making love, Marie managed to send Heart away so she could attend to business matters. He was blind if he thought he would survive unscathed. At the very least, there would be talk of his defense of her person. Worst case they would be linked and his chances of securing the kind of woman he should have as a bride would be ruined. He would have to settle for a world-wise widow or some merchant’s daughter instead of the heiress he deserved.

Frustrated, she decided she needed to up the ante. He had not batted an eyelash at the cock ring or the dildo. She wondered how he might feel about another partner in bed with them. Would he share her with another woman? Perhaps that would be the final straw. Resolved to finally prove to him how unsuitable a baroness she would be, she set about making arrangements for the evening’s entertainments.

The clock showed four after nine when he appeared in the salon wearing his mask and de rigueur dark clothes. Marie reminded herself she needed to push him away not try to attract him, so she had no business fixating on him. Even less, allowing her heart to soften in the face of his persistence. She must be strong or they would both be hurt in the long run.

He smiled at her from across the room. As he stalked toward her, slow and steady with sensual intent, she felt her core grow warm and begin to dampen. Her nipples puckered and chafed against her clothing as desire threatened to overwhelm her good sense. He extended his hand and helped her rise from her seat. “Good evening, Madame. You look stunning as always.”

“Thank you, my Lord.” She curtsied. “Phillipe has made your usual arrangements if you will follow him.” She waved her liaison over.

“My Lord, if you please.” He bowed and gestured toward the stairs. Heart seemed confused for a moment, but then went along with Phillipe without issue. Marie returned to her seat for a few minutes before rising and retreating to her office. There, she slipped into the servants’ hall and scurried upstairs to their room.

Darting in through the door, she turned around and found Heart sitting by the fire sipping a brandy without his mask on. One sardonic brow lifted in response to her frenzied entry to the room. “I take it that little charade was done for my benefit?”

“Indeed. I did not warn you for fear you would object. After this morning’s gossip, we must be more circumspect. I will not meet with you in the salon any longer. You will come here in the future to meet with me.”

“Very well. If it soothes your concerns, then I will concede the point. But, not because I believe what we do matters one whit to anyone outside of this room. I’ll do it for you, Marie.” He set his glass down and gestured for her to come to him.

She sighed, but accepted his reluctant compliance with her wishes and joined him by the fire. “Thank you. Now, I have a little surprise planned for tonight.”

“What might that be?” He tugged her down in front of him and worked the pins from her hair, letting the heavy, silken strands cloud around her shoulders.

“Mmmm. I can’t remember with your hands in my hair like that.” She settled against his legs, enjoying the sensuous feeling of his fingers massaging her scalp. Relaxed and drifting she almost missed the soft
click
of the door closing. Heart remained oblivious, but her pulse raced as she anticipated his reaction.

Focused on the silky slide of his fingers through her hair and the retrieval of all the pins, it was rather shocking when a pair of hands slid down over Jonathan’s shoulders and a vaguely familiar feminine scent engulfed him. “What the devil?” He sat forward out of the woman’s reach.

“It’s okay, Heart. You remember Celeste. She is one of my best girls, and I asked her to join us this evening. I believe most men fantasize about having two women at one time, and I intend for you to have that experience with me.”

His jacket seemed to slip from his shoulders as Marie’s words penetrated his confusion. She had arranged for another woman to join them? What would a man do with two women? How could he manage them both? “Marie, really this is not—”

“I want this. I sometimes enjoy the charms of my own sex as well as men. Is that so hard to accept? I thought you might enjoy this with me.” Marie stared at him as though his rejection of this would be a rejection of her. He would not do that. He could accept all of her in order to have her in his life again.

“Very well, ladies. I will expect you two to show me the ropes.” He smiled tentatively, unsure how the evening would turn out.

Celeste moved forward at his consent and helped Marie undress him. They peeled his many layers of clothing from his person and then sent him off to the bed. He sprawled across it and settled back to watch as their new friend disrobed Marie. With each bit of clothing gone his cock grew harder. By the time the two women had stripped each other bare he sported the hardest cockstand he could remember having in his adult life.

Celeste’s fair complexion, willowy build, dark hair, and pale blue eyes offered an enticing juxtaposition with Marie’s curvier figure and fairer skin with blond hair. They were a sultry study in contrasts. Nude at the side of the bed closest to him, they stopped and kissed. Marie’s tongue drove into Celeste’s mouth in a possessive, comfortable way. It was easy to imagine they had done this many times before.

He fisted his shaft and stroked it as their hands roamed over each other’s breasts, mouths fused. Finding it incredibly erotic to watch their display he wanted to be in the midst of these two beautiful wanton women. As though they sensed his desire, they broke their kiss and turned to him. Marie crawled around him to kneel on the bed while Celeste perched between his legs. She nudged his hand out of the way and took over fondling his length while Marie swooped in and kissed him. Her tongue traced the seam of his mouth and demanded entrance.

His mind fogged with lust while his woman nestled in his arms and another sucked his cock. Celeste’s mouth covered the head and then eased down the length of him until he could feel the tightness of her throat. With still a bit of length to go, he expected her to stop, but she kept going. The tightness of her upper throat intoxicated him as Marie nibbled at his lips. Then she shifted lower to suck on his nipples as Celeste reversed directions. While Marie explored every inch of his torso, their companion continued to work his shaft over as though it might be her last. His muscles tensed and shivers of pleasure racked his body. The woman’s mouth was nothing short of amazing.

Her free hand slid under his balls to fondle them as the suction became more intense. His hips pumped, pushing his rod deeper into her mouth, in answer to the ache signaling his peak neared. Finally, Marie kissed him again and his body exploded. Spasm after spasm of ecstasy rolled over him as his cries were swallowed by Marie and his cum by Celeste. She milked him until nothing remained but his softening manhood.

Rising up, she smiled and joined Marie at his side.

“I’m afraid you two have put me out of commission.” He looked ruefully at his spent penis.

“I’m sure we can help you get back in to the thick of things.” Marie winked at him and turned to kiss Celeste. Heart found himself astounded and completely turned on by the idea they were sharing the taste of him as they kissed. Fascinating that another woman touching Marie did not bother him in the way a man’s touch would. Drawn back to the tableau before him, Marie pressed the dark beauty back onto the bed and sucked her nipples. She seemed as enthralled with the dusky medallions as he. Then she kissed her way down Celeste’s body, nibbling every curve and indentation until she arrived at the apex of her thighs.

As Marie dipped her finger into Celeste only to lick it clean, he experienced the first twinge of interest in his staff. When she did it again but offered to let him lap Celeste’s juices off he rose to attention. “She tastes so sweet, doesn’t she?”

She tasted sweet, but not as sweet as his Marie.

“Yes,” he croaked, his throat dry as dust. He glanced around and found a pitcher of water by the bed. He poured a glass and turned to find Marie facing him with her nipples glistening in the light.

“Lick them.” Her voice came demanding and husky.

Obediently, he swirled his tongue around one areola and then rolled the nipple with his teeth. Dear God, she had swabbed Celeste’s moisture on her nipples. Enthralled, greed had him moving to the other nipple to taste it as well. Hands pressed him back from her honey-dipped bounty. Then she turned from him and lowered her face into Celeste’s pussy. Marie lapped at the other woman, sliding her tongue up and down her length and drove back into her sheath. His cock grew rock hard within moments of watching their display. Celeste laid, legs spread with her own hands pulling and pinching her nipples. Marie balanced on all fours to nibble, suck, and stroke Celeste’s clit.

Inspired, Jonathan retrieved the semi-precious dildo from the box on the nightstand and handed it to Marie. “Use this on her, too.”

Marie looked up, surprised by his directions. Good. He needed to keep her on her toes. She slipped the jade piece into Celeste and worked it in and out while she flicked her clit relentlessly. The cock-filled woman writhed on the bed and moaned in pleasure. Excellent, it was Marie’s turn. Shifting his position to line up behind her, he pressed his cock against her sopping wet pussy. Marie jerked up for a moment, stopping her attentions as she glanced back at him. He smacked her on the ass. “Don’t stop. Celeste needs more.”

Marie smiled and returned to her duties as Heart seated himself until his thighs were plastered against hers. She pressed back and ground against his cock. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her, and so he would. Pulling out, he left the crown in her channel and then slid home to his balls. He settled into a steady rhythm. He pounded into her from behind as relentless as her own attentions to the sobbing Celeste. Finally, Celeste’s orgasm ripped through her, as she cried out in release. Marie continued lapping at her, tasting her until the last ripple had passed. Heart continued to impale Marie from behind, his hands gripping her ass as he worked in and out of her body. Her sheath rippled and squeezed around him, trying to grip him even as he continued.

He watched as Celeste shifted and angled her head so she could lie beneath Marie and suck on her nipples. Marie knelt there, her breasts being adored, but somehow managed to meet him thrust for thrust as her climax came near. With the added stimulation of Celeste’s mouth on her breasts, Marie was lost right away. She moaned and her body shook. His entry became more difficult as her orgasm ripped through her, her sheath gripping him relentlessly. His own release pounded through him as Marie’s body clutched at him until he shook with the effort of kneeling. Exhausted, they collapsed on the bed next to their partner.

Marie found it difficult to comprehend what had just happened. Instead of being shocked to his core, even repulsed by what they had done, he had been turned on and a full participant. He’d gotten the bloody dildo out for her! Even as he lay stroking her thigh, Celeste got up and quietly left them. Not a man who frequented establishments like hers, his eager response was beyond her comprehension. He came from the conservative quarter. How could she have known he had such a hedonistic streak?