Flynn wrapped his fingers tightly around my base and took me deep into his throat. I kissed Eleanor like a desperate man, finding it difficult to concentrate on anything but his actions. I was at the end of my endurance and eager for him to take me over the finish line.
He pumped my cock with more speed, sucking hard on my crown. I moaned deep in my throat, my hips lifting with the force of my desire. I threw my head back and shuddered from his ministrations while he milked my cock. He studied me as I found my fulfillment, satisfaction in the depths of his eyes.
He joined us once more, his mouth catching mine. Our tongues glided in a leisurely fashion. Thus far, our tryst exceeded my expectations. I wrapped an arm around both of my lovers, drawing them close to my body. Eleanor had only committed to one night and now I understood why. An affair between the three of us was both appealing and impossible. Emotions were fickle and were often involved whether or not the participant wished for them.
Eleanor’s warm lips pressed to my temple, and I turned my head, my mouth skimming her pliant ones. She withdrew from our kiss and then reached for Flynn. I watched the two exchange a soft kiss full of love and promise. The spark of jealousy I had felt when he first proposed kissing her returned. The question wasn’t whether the affair was wise, but whether it would cause a rift between us. I couldn’t deny her the option to kiss him; I’d look like a hypocrite when I kissed him myself.
“Thank you,” I said. Yawning, I allowed my eyes to close. The ticking of the mantel clock and our breathing broke the quiet in the room. “I’m very sleepy,” I said in a barely audible voice.
“It is midnight, and I must whisk my nephew home. I will leave for my estate in the morning, so I won’t see you until the wedding.”
My eyes popped open. In my desire for intimacy, I had neglected my duty as a father. “I had forgotten Nigel was here and probably alone with Anne. Although they will be wed soon, they’re not wed yet.”
“I would like to stay thus all night. However, we both have duties we can’t shirk.” A giggle escaped Eleanor. “Indeed, I am shocked she hasn’t come looking for us. I am glad you had the forethought to tell the servants we shouldn’t be disturbed.”
Flynn righted his clothing and stood. Head tilted, I met his heavy-eyed gaze and offered a sheepish smile. “I am looking forward to a repeat of tonight.” He lifted Eleanor’s hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. “Name the date, and I will make all the arrangements.”
“Thank you both for everything.” Eleanor blushed a pretty pink and offered me a shy smile. She adjusted her chemise, hiding her lovely chest from view. “I’ve never, well, I’ve never felt such intense sensations before, and I quite liked it.”
“I will make sure you feel it again.” I was thrilled by her admission.
“I shall bid you two adieu. I would suggest you get dressed before trouble finds you.” Flynn winked before strolling to the door, whistling as he went.
“Shall we follow his advice?” I buttoned my trousers before standing, my body heavy from our play. I handed her the shirtwaist, my earlier mood much lightened.
With a nod, she quickly buttoned it. “Would you get my skirt?”
I obliged her request, disappointed to see her covered up. She stood before she clutched my arm. Another burst of laughter issued from her parted mouth. “My knees are so weak, I feel like I’ve imbibed a decanter of sherry.”
“I will always catch you.” I held the skirt for her to step into, her hand on my shoulder for support.
“I know you will.” Eleanor fastened the tapes, the motion pushing her breasts out.
“Shall we go to bed?” I drew her into my arms and tilting her chin with my thumb, I pressed a kiss to her lips.
“I think we should.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, her body tight to mine.
My heart swelled with contentment. The dour mood she’d worn of late seemed to be lifted. It was time I took my own advice and asked her what had been troubling her. Except I didn’t want to ruin what we had right now. Cowardly, yes but I wanted to hold onto our closeness just a bit longer.
She pressed her lips to mine, her head slanted and desire in her kiss. While it would take me some time to recover, I could please her until then. I felt like the youth who married her.
“Mama, Harry brought some disgusting worms into the house and now he’s got a disgusting rash, I...” Anne paused in the doorway and giggled at the sight of us embracing. “Never mind, I will handle it.”
“What is happening?” Harry asked, trying to push past her.
Eleanor frowned and faced our children, her hands moving to her hips. “Why aren’t you in bed?”
Harry ducked under Anne’s arm before she could catch him. “I don’t wish to go to bed. I must speak with Papa.”
Angry welts showed under the collar of his shirt, and he scratched at his chin. Eleanor sucked in a sharp breath.
All thoughts of passion faded from my mind. Chickenpox and other diseases were rampant, and I often feared he might catch something. Perhaps I was overreacting. My family meant everything to me. “Anne, tell the servant to fetch the doctor.”
The smile left her lips, and she glanced at her brother, her eyes widening. “What is wrong?”
“Do as your father says, please. It might be nothing. We must find out for sure.” Eleanor rushed to our son, and using her fingertip, she lifted his chin.
Upon closer inspection, Harry was covered with mud. “It is nothing, Mama. I was digging up worms in the garden and found an ant pile.”
