Chapter Thirteen

L ord Rex, Duke of Smythington

I had never been more ready for anything in my life. My cock stood at attention, and I almost spunked multiple times but managed to stop myself. I was sure once they began their seduction, I wouldn't be able to hold out long.

"Rex will be on the settee. We will be on the floor." Flynn stood and held his hand out to Eleanor. I had never seen her so free, and I was at once proud of her and disappointed we hadn't explored our sensual side before this.

Flynn unfastened my trousers, his hair tousled from where Eleanor had run her hands through it. I was certain I wasn't faring much better. She hadn't donned her shirtwaist, which was telling in a good way. Her red locks had fallen from their mooring, and several curls cascaded down her bare bosom. She'd embraced the ménage with enthusiasm, and I was thrilled I had been able to please her, despite my lack of experience with cunny licking.

With their combined taste on my lips, I was eager to find my own gratification.

"Just as I recall," Flynn said, grinning at Eleanor. He lifted my cock out of my small clothes, pushing my waistband away from my belly. "Your husband has a very nice cock, straight and just the right size."

"While I am not sure what the right size is, I am flattered on his behalf." She cast me an impish smile I felt to my very soul. "I assume we will be copying what Rex performed on you?"

"Indeed, I would like that," I said. Flynn had been partially right about me recalling what he'd told me that night. Mainly, I used my imagination and the results were successful.

Flynn used the tip of his tongue to draw a line along the underside of my length. Throughout the years, I had recalled Flynn doing this very thing to me. Unlike Flynn, I never tried to find another male lover. Nor would I in the future. This was pleasant, but I didn't think it was sustainable.

He lifted his head, his hand still pumping my cock. "Eleanor, it is your turn."

With a bright blush staining her cheeks, she dipped her head, her tongue following the vein that ran along my length. Her touch was tentative at first but effective. Flynn circled my base with tight fingers, and I tried to regulate my breath. I didn't have an issue spunking in his mouth. I didn't think Eleanor would appreciate it.

My nipples rubbed against my shirt, adding to my already straining passions.

"You can be more aggressive. Just don't bite." He winked at me before he joined her, his tongue intertwining with hers.

"Biting is strictly forbidden." I ran my hand through my hair, clutching at the strands. It was torture to have both of them bombarding my senses.

I looped my arm around his neck, the need to touch him strong.

"Here is where he is most sensitive." Flynn gave Eleanor directions, settling his lips over my crown and sucking, his tongue flicking the slit at the top. The scents of earth and musk hovered between us, my cock aching to experience more of what he graciously granted me.

"That is perfect. Keep going." I arched my neck at the sheer intensity of the sensations, the tendons in my back and shoulders straining.

"Eleanor, you are a natural. I will leave you to it while I kiss your husband. If that is acceptable, of course."

"It is more than acceptable." Eleanor offered Flynn a saucy smirk.

Flynn joined me on the settee, his arm moving around my neck, drawing me in. Our lips collided in a maelstrom of heat. Kissing him was different from kissing Eleanor. It was primal and raw, each sweep of his tongue a duel for supremacy.

Chest rising and falling with each breath, I tried to remain still for my wife's benefit.

She took me deeper into her mouth, her slender hand gliding along my shaft. My heart hammered with suppressed need as she worked my cock with more speed, her mouth and hands moving in rhythm. I tore my mouth from Flynn's, gulping in much-needed air. "I think you should trade places with Eleanor. I don't think I can hold out much longer."

He nodded at my unspoken implication.

She glanced up, her lips rosy from her ministrations. "Am I not doing this right?"

"You are doing it too well, my love." I reached for her, and my lovers changed places. "I don't wish to overwhelm you the first time."

She narrowed her eyes at me, clearly doubting my explanation.

"He's about to spunk and he doesn't wish to do it in your mouth," Flynn explained, his hand back on my cock.

"Oh." She opened her mouth in surprise, and I kissed her in response. Laughter fell between us as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her breasts pressed to my side.

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."

"Why were you outside at midnight?" She angled her head and inspected the spots. "You must go to your room and change out of those filthy clothes."

"I must show Papa what I found." Harry was very strong-willed, and when he had a task in mind, he never deviated from it.

"You will do as your mother says. Once the doctor has seen to you, I will speak with you about this." Relief washed over me. Ant bites were bad but not as bad as chickenpox.

His expression fell. "Yes, Papa."

Eleanor ushered him out. Anne stayed behind. She stared at me for a long moment, a smile blooming across her face. "I am happy to see you and Mama have made up."

"I wasn't aware we were fighting." Apparently everyone but me had perceived her unhappiness, which added to my guilt. Too many late nights had kept me away from home. Once the select committee adjourned, I would have more time to spend with Eleanor. There was still the matter of getting the Russian Ambassador to agree to the commerce deal and anything I could do to push it forward, I had to try. He was an avid golfer and I had played with him and the PM a few times. While the Ambassador refused to talk business on the green, creating a rapport outside of negotiations wouldn't hurt. The added pressure by the prime minister to seal the deal rested on my shoulders and I exhaled a troubled breath. "Although I have noticed she doesn't seem her usual cheerful self."

Anne hesitated for a long moment before she spoke. "I would suggest you take your own advice and speak with her."

"You are right." It was past time I stopped ignoring what was under my nose in the hopes that it would magically fix itself. Thus far, that hadn't been the case and the more I tried to push it down the road, the wider the gap that stretched between us.

"You will be happy to know that Nigel took your advice to heart, and has vowed to listen to me and not insult his father-in-law."

Anne was quoting the toast that I had given at our anniversary.

"He is an intelligent boy. No, I suppose he is a man now." I ran my knuckle down her cheek, affection swelling my chest. She was embarking on a new journey and forging her own path in the world.

She wrapped her arms around my waist, and I held her close. "I love you."

"I love you too." I blinked back the rush of emotion her declaration evoked. While I wished her all the happiness and good fortune in the world, I would miss seeing her smiling face every morning. Once married, she would be moving into Larsson House with Nigel and start running her own household.

She pulled back and wiped at her eyes. "We should check on Harry."

Arm and arm, we left the room where I'd spent one of the most notable nights in recent memory. Once Harry was seen to, I would seek out Eleanor and continue to build on repairing our marriage. Tonight had been the first step but the journey was far from over.