“I think I would like to have access to both of you,” Moran said. “What say you? Are you up for a ride?”
I wasn’t sure what he meant but I nodded, eager to explore all I could with my lovers. Ash changed positions and Moran helped me straddle Ash’s hips. I sank onto his cock once more, my body stretched to the limit. With a lazy grin, Ash slid his fingers along the cleft of my pussy with lazy strokes. My knees on the mattress, I rode his cock, enjoying the freedom the position afforded me. “This is lovely.”
“You look lovely.” Moran licked his way across the other man’s chest.
My heart warmed at his compliment as I watched Ash clasp Moran’s cock, sliding his fingers up and down to match the pace he stroked me with.
“Moran is being sentimental? He must really love you.” Ash’s cheeks and neck flushed, his eyes a glassy blue.
“Of course he does. I am very loveable.” I rolled my hips, the sensations building again. If I had never met him, I would have missed out on many new experiences. The despair I felt when my father died had been eclipsed only by Moran sending me away. Being arrested hadn’t been pleasant but I knew I wasn’t alone. Moran and Ash were there to help, and proved to be genuine heroes.
I lifted myself higher, my body in a frenzied state as I ground myself on his cock. Moran watched me through hooded eyes, his mouth tugging on Ash’s nipple. Ash bucked beneath me, his hips lifting to meet my every downward thrust. My heart seemed to stop beating, a rush of undeniable pleasure shooting from insidemy core. Ash gripped my thighs, shouting out his pleasure, his head back, chin lifted in ecstasy.
“That was very lovely.” I allowed my shoulders to slump, my breathing ragged. One forearm over his forehead, Ash’s chest rose and fell rapidly.
Leaning down, I kissed him before turning to kiss Moran.
“I think I will practice my newfound skills on Moran.” I climbed off Ash and slid between my husband’s legs. He caught my stare as I fisted his cock and used my tongue to glide up and down the length the way Ash had done for him.
“While you are doing that, I will return the favor.” Moran encouraged me to straddle his shoulders and he held onto my legs, his tongue finding my engorged nub. I lifted his cock again, swirling my tongue along the head. Bed sport was new to me but I was a quick study.
The entire night I spent in jail, all I could think about was getting out and being held in his arms. When he asked me to marry him, I had to turn him down. And then a miracle happened, and he told me he loved me. Those words would have kept me going had I gone to jail to await a trial. As it was, a trial was still up in the air. We had yet to hear from the magistrate, and Moran was convinced the charges of impersonation had just gone away.
Ash wasn’t so sure. And in truth, neither was I. I pushed the thoughts from my mind. Dwelling on it wouldn’t help matters.
Excitement beaded on the head of his cock, and I ran my tongue along the side, tasting his earthy flavors. While eager, I wasn’t as skilled or experienced as Ash and trepidatious about doing it wrong. Of course, from his grunts and groans, it seemed that I was doing everything right. His tongue on my pussy was heaven. The sensations I felt while riding Ash’s cock continued to bubble underneath the surface, making my body hyper-sensitive to Moran’s touch.
I couldn’t describe how happy I was, even though I knew that there was a small chance, a very small chance that I could go to jail. And then there was the matter of Brown.
Ash cupped my breast, his fingers tugging my nipple. While he hadn’t recovered from our encounter, he was a very generous lover. Between Moran and Ash, I wasn’t sure if I was on the brink of something new or riding the same wave of pleasure. I moved my tongue more quickly against Moran’s cock, my movements frantic from what he was doing to me. During my whole life, I had pretended that I didn’t care about getting married or experiencing what I was experiencing at this moment. I didn’t think it was my fate, but my fate had changed.
Ripples of intense pleasure shot through my core and into my heart. I ground my pussy against his mouth, my hand on his cock moving with greater speed. Ask shifted on the bed and while I continued my ministrations, he began to take Moran’s cock into his mouth. Our faces were close and our gazes met, his mischievous and full of heat. My own reflected his, I was sure. Our combined efforts had the desired effect as Moran shivered beneath me.
I slumped onto his belly, my head resting on his hip, unable to move. Yes it was a very unorthodox position, but I wasn’t worried about it. I was secure in their arms and I had their protection.
The Browns of the world might be able to come after me, but I wasn’t about to give up my power. While I was now a duchess, and almost untouchable, there was one part of me that was extremely vulnerable and that was my heart. Ash picked me up and settled me back on the pillows between him and Moran. We all lay there as rain started to pelt the window, the sound soothing.
The holidays were approaching and instead of dreading it this year I would revel in the fact that I had a safe and securehome with a man I loved. My sisters would have opportunities previously unavailable to them. But even knowing all that, I knew I was blessed. Not many people could claim the same. I would treat that with the utmost respect and give back freely to everyone who had given to me. And I would start in the neighborhood that my husband loved.
Chapter Forty-Six
Lord Tobias, Duke of Moreland
I entered my office at the publishing house through the back door to find Ash sitting at my desk. Correction, his desk. The weeks that had passed since accepting the title had been a whirlwind of change. I hadn’t been able to see him as much as I liked.
