He applied his tongue and lips, sucking exactly where she needed him. Oh, she had certainly married the wrong George if this was what she’d been missing.
Lydia could think only of her pleasure. How she required just a little more to reach the heights of bliss.
Distantly, Lydia heard a door open and click shut.
“You’ve done a fine job getting her ready for me,” said another voice she knew well.
Lydia’s first instinct was fear, and her legs kicked out as her mind raced through the possibilities of what Wickham could have lobbed at her now.
“Easy, Miss Bennet, we mean to take good care of you,” said Denny, stroking her side as she came to her elbows to see the man who had entered the room.
Chapter 3
“Delightful. Keep those legsspread.”
Lydia gasped and pinned her knees together. “Chamberlayne!” she cried, mortified to be discovered in such a compromising position — though he’d seen and used her in a far more lewd manner with his fellow officers six weeks before.
Denny made his way from the floor to sit beside Lydia on the bed. “I got her first again,” he said with a sly smile.
Chamberlayne, the man nearest in age to Lydia of all the officers she’d known in Meryton, took the place on Lydia’s other side and laid himself next to her.
His handsome, somewhat pretty face was so near. Oh, the larks they’d had before her marriage: Chamberlayne dressed in a woman’s gown, fooling Denny and Wickham until Lydia’suncontrollable giggles gave the game away. Lydia had a fondness for all officers in scarlet coats, but some made a more lasting impression than others. Those nights of charades and spontaneous country dances at the Forster’s residence were among the memories she treasured most from that eventful time in Meryton, right before everything changed.
“That may be the case,” said Chamberlayne, tenderly brushing a curl from Lydia’s face, “but I plan to make her cunny weep the hardest.”
“Captain!” cried Lydia in mock horror.
“Oh, Miss Bennet, I do apologize for offending your delicate sensibilities,” he said in the falsetto he’d adopted when dressed as a lady.
“I say, I’m also a captain!” cried Denny, sliding his hand into Lydia’s bodice and capturing a nipple between his fingers. “Which of us do you seek to castigate, Miss Bennet?”
Lydia giggled. This was her favorite place to be: between two or more officers.
“What brings you here, Chamberlayne?” asked Denny, feeling about for Lydia’s other nipple while Chamberlayne trailed a hand up her thigh.
“Oh, just delivering a basket to poor Mrs. Webb, and I heard curious cries from this cottage! I thought to myself, is that a newborn animal? Might it need help?” he trilled in that high-pitched voice that never failed to make Lydia giggle. “And then I smelled the most delightful honeysuckle and decided I must have a taste of her nectar!”
“Honeysuckles aren’t girls,” chided Lydia.
“I beg to differ,” said Chamberlayne, giving her a wink. “This one is.”
A yell from belowstairs interrupted their conversation, and Denny’s hand stilled. “What’s going on down there? I mean to have the truth.”
“Wouldn’t I like to know what’s happening down there,” Chamberlayne said flirtatiously, trailing his fingers up Lydia’s thigh.
“The truth,” said Lydia.
“Wickham offered a second man the chance to stake him in the game, and I found myself eager to help him play tonight,” said Chamberlayne.
Lydia’s blood ran cold. It wasn’t enough for Wickham to wager her or even offer her to one man for a frolic before the game; now he was attempting to send any number of men to slake their lust on her?
He was no better than a procurer. And that made Lydia…
Her next breath was naught but a shudder, the air barely able to pass the place she felt her neck was closing.
“Shhh, darling,” said Chamberlayne, laying a comforting hand on her belly.
“But he’s—he’s selling me, over and over, he’ssellingme. And he doesn’t appear to have any intention of stopping!” she cried.
