Chapter Twenty-One

L ady Eleanor, Duchess of Smythington

Flynn allowed my legs to drift down to the floor, my knees still weak from Rex's seduction. The golden round motif of the curtains surrounding the bed was topnotch, every bit of décor throughout the suite exquisite. It was the perfect place for me to lose my inhibitions.

With a sultry grin, Flynn dipped his head, his mouth plying mine with more sensual kisses. His kisses were as familiar to me as they had been twenty-one years before, something I would never have imagined possible.

Nimble fingers pushed the kimono off my shoulders, cool air touching my back. The garment was still belted and fell to my hips. It took all my considerable willpower not to flinch as he tugged at the belt. The soft, velvety feel of his tongue against mine helped ground me.

The physical scars I still carried from my father's many beatings were on my buttocks and upper thighs. Over the years, all but two had faded into thin strips, barely visible. During Rex's exploration of my belly, I had mentioned the scars, and he had mistaken my admission for the marks from bearing my children. Those marks I wore with pride. His words of apology still tugged at my heartstrings.

I heard Rex enter the room, my guilt over kissing Flynn still haunting me. He had given me permission to follow my desires for our friend, yet it was still odd. Flynn released my mouth and turned to look at Rex, his arm still around my waist. He was an inferno of heat and desire.

"Once again, I seem to be the one with the least clothing on," I said, very much aware of my semi-nudity.

With a grin, Rex unfastened his trousers and slipped them off, baring his body to my view. I had seen him naked on occasion, mostly when I tended him during an illness. Usually, we maintained a strict decorum. While shorter than Flynn, he was still much taller than me, his lean frame well defined. I flushed at the sight of his aroused cock pressed against his slender belly, my own core aching to take him inside me.

"I believe Flynn needs to remove his trousers." Rex held out a hand, and I laid my palm in his, moving to his side. He guided me to sit beside him on the bed, the softness of the mattress drawing us hip to hip. Flynn stood before us, a confident grin on his generous mouth. His eyes a glassy green, my husband pressed soft kisses to my neck, heating my exposed skin. We kissed countless times yet every press of his mouth seemed like a new experience.

"I believe I do." Flynn unbuttoned the material, the wool falling open to reveal his engorged cock. I angled my head to drink in the sight of his impressive figure. Where Rex was sinewy, Flynn was more muscled. Both lacked the paunch so many men of our station had from lack of physical activity. "The sight of you two on the bed is very tempting. I am not sure who I wish to seduce first."

"We are in this together, thus I don't think you need to choose." Rex's breathing was more ragged than before. "The entire purpose of this endeavor is to explore our baser sides."

"Hear, hear." My cheeks burned as I reiterated his statement.

Flynn shook his head at our teasing and knelt on the floor between us. With a sultry smile, he pulled Rex down for a kiss, their mouths dancing across each other. I licked my lips, my pussy thrumming a mad beat. The sight of them fired up my blood, and I slipped my hand around the silky smooth length of Rex's cock. The velvety crown grew slick with desire as I began to tighten my fingers and move them up and down.

Rex broke the kiss, his lips swollen from the evening's activities. Heavy lidded eyes met mine. Desire drew the skin over his cheekbones tight. He unfastened the belt on the kimono. "You don't need this anymore."

I licked my lips, my bottom lip fuller than usual. My apprehension returned. Once the material was completely gone, he was sure to see the rope-like scar that looped around my upper buttocks. There was nothing I could do about it, except lie, something I had done my entire life.

"Yes, I wish to see all of you," Flynn agreed, his voice husky and raw in his aroused state. Unlike Rex, his chest and forearms were covered in dark hair.

The moment the garment fell away, he frowned, his fingertip tracing the scar. Rex was privy to the abuse, just not the extent of it. "What is this?"

Fear of discovery rode my shoulders, and I tried to calm my racing heart. The wounds had healed, but the shame stayed with me. "I fell from my pony into a bush when I was twelve. I hardly remember it being there."

For a breathless moment, I thought he would question me further. He was very astute when I didn't wish him to be. I stifled a hysterical laugh and reached out to pluck at a nipple, a surefire distraction. He jerked under my hand, his chest rising and falling with more speed.

"We all have scars of some sort, some more painful than others." Flynn leaned in for a kiss, and I obliged his silent request. I cupped the back of his neck, drawing his mouth closer to mine. Was he speaking of his own internal scars left by Mary's death? Since her passing, he'd sought me out to confide his grief when it became too much. He slipped his fingers up my thigh and found the engorged nub at my cleft and began to circle my cunny with languid strokes, a giving man with a kind heart. He lifted his head and offered me a soft smile. "You are slick with need, sweet Eleanor, but not slick enough for my purposes."

"You have a greater purpose?" Rex's voice carried a husky timbre that spoke of need coupled with amusement. The two were forever harassing each other, each trying to gain the upper hand in a game of one-upmanship.

"Indeed, I wish to hear you scream. But never fear, it will not be from pain." Flynn pushed my legs wider to accommodate his muscled shoulders. Tonight I would allow him to bed me with my husband looking on. Enthusiasm had me kissing Rex with more fervor.

"You are quite sure of yourself." Rex winked before tilting my chin in his direction, his mouth sweeping mine as he played a merry tune on my senses. Each caress pulled at my willpower, and I had to concede to my passions and forget about the outside world. Anne was with her new husband, and although I still had reservations about sending Harry to school, I couldn't watch him his entire life. I had to let go.

"I am confident." Flynn licked my pussy, swirling his tongue over my nub with his sensual caresses. The two men were bombarding my defenses for a second time, and I had no desire to curtail them.

"And very skilled." My nipples were budded and eager to be touched by my lovers. I closed my eyes, my free arm drifting behind me to hold me upright. Rex had pleasured me until I had come hard and fast. I didn't wish to relive my painful past but to find pleasure and give it. My breath coming out harsh, I pulled back from Rex's kiss. "And some would say very skilled. Some , being me."

"Some would also say cocky." With a carnal grin, Rex tilted his head and explored the length of my neck with kisses. He was forever the solicitous lover, and I was grateful for his love and patience.

"Some might say that. I do like yours." Flynn replaced my hand on Rex's erection, his mouth moving back to my cunny, working magic on my senses.

"You do seem rather obsessed with it." I licked my lips and gasped a sharp breath when Rex palmed my breast in one large hand, caressing the bud with his thumb. My body sparked with growing need.

"Indeed, it would seem so." His breathing harsh, Rex licked his way around my areola and swirled his tongue around my nipple.

My fingers in his hair, I bowed into his caress. I'd been nervous about the three of us having an affair. My fears were for naught. Passion was mine for the taking. Desire continued to hold me in its grasp, and I was a willing captive.

" Seem implies that it is only conjecture," Flynn said, his finger moving in and out of me with measured strokes over and over until I wasn't sure I could hold out much longer. Nor did I wish to. His very talented mouth worked my cunny with zeal. I arched my back and bucked beneath his intimate strokes. Shoulders bunching, he buried his tongue into the sensitive flesh, my desire reaching a greater height.

"This is not a competition." In desperation, I lifted Rex's chin and kissed him with all my pent-up emotions, each stroke of his lips fanning the flames. Strong fingers rolled my nipple, the unbelieving feelings nearly overwhelming. Between the two men, I was fast losing the battle.

"Sweet, na?ve, Eleanor, of course it is a competition," Flynn said, grinning up at me before applying himself again.

I laughed at his quip, my lower body enflamed with need. How had I been so ignorant to deny myself unrestricted passion for so many years? I pushed the thoughts away. Lately, all I seemed to do was air grievances, not enjoying what I had but wishing for something I didn't. Sensations, each more intense than the last, hit me until my heart jumped in my chest, my entire body experiencing a surge of pure pleasure. I whimpered as ecstasy shot through my veins. A low, keening wail escaped, echoing throughout the room. It occurred to me that the walls might be thin. At this juncture, I didn't care.

"Not quite a scream, but the night is young." Flynn stood and wiped a finger along his mouth, removing my essence from his lips. I should be embarrassed, but I wasn't. He reached for the champagne glass Rex had placed on a table and drank deeply. "How are you faring?"

With my legs splayed open to his gaze, I had never felt better. "I am glad I am sitting down. I don't think I could stand if the hotel was on fire."

"Would you like to stop then? I can call the carriage, and we can be home in a trice." Rex gave me a saucy grin, the skin across his cheekbones taut. Neither man seemed in a hurry to find their own pleasure, instead focusing all their attention on me. They were seeing to my needs, which warmed my heart like nothing else.

"Yes." I tried to keep a straight face at Flynn's horrified stare.

"Truly?" Flynn demanded.

"Of course not." Rex and I began to laugh, my love for him swelling my chest. "If you ask a silly question..."

"Expect a silly answer." Flynn sauntered over to me, one hand on his cock, unabashed in his nakedness and unfazed by our teasing. "You are going to be the death of me."

"Then you will die a satisfied man." I ran my hand down the rigidity of his torso, my fingers seeking his arousal. The muscles of his belly quivered at my touch, his chest rising and falling with increased speed. His cock was thicker than Rex's but no less impressive. I skimmed my thumb over the crown, feeling the proof of his desire in the pearly bead that rested in the slit. He closed his eyes, his hands moving into his hair. "You have both seen to my needs. Now it is time to seek yours."

"I will not argue with that assessment." Dampness had turned Rex's hair a darker brown, and he watched me with an eagle eye, his face flushed.

"Nor will I." Flynn settled his hand over mine, moisture dotting his upper lip, his eyes a feverish hue. He sat next to me on the bed and addressed Rex, "There is a bag on the table with condoms."

Rex left the bed to fetch them, his taut backside very pleasing to the eye.

"I am happy you agreed to this. It means the world to me." Flynn began to kiss the underside of my ear, our combined hands on his cock moving at a leisurely pace. "I like you touching me like this."

"I like touching you." I moved my head to give him greater access to my neck. He must have shaved before meeting us because his cheek was smooth against mine.

Rex returned and opened the pouch. He pulled out two elongated objects, one short and fat while the other was more slender. "What are these for?" he asked, holding them up and giving Flynn a narrow-eyed look.

"The slender one is for you." With a mischievous grin, Flynn cocked his head, a challenge in his stare.

I looked back and forth between them, unsure what I was looking at. From the dismayed expression on Rex's face, he understood their purpose. "What are they for?"

Rex's face flamed, and he placed his hands on his hips. "They're dildos."

"Dildos?" Not to be left out, I asked, "Don't I get one?"

"You have two cocks at your disposal. I don't think you need one," Rex said with a nervous laugh that didn't quite meet his eyes. He clearly had doubts about what Flynn was inferring.

"Indeed, I should say not." I fought the blush rushing along my cheeks. It was a bit too late to be embarrassed since I was touching Flynn in the most intimate way. However, my concern for Rex cut through my need for more intimacies.

"I am not sure I wish to use this." Rex had become more serious, his arms crossed over his chest.

Understanding reflected in Flynn's gentle gaze. "If that is your wish. You don't have to make a decision just yet, but you will need a condom, as will I."

"Thank you for your understanding." With a nod, Rex relaxed. He held my regard while rolling the rubber down over his length, slicking the prophylactic with oil.

"Eleanor, I ask that you allow me to bed you while Rex buggers me."

"Only if Rex is still in agreement." The only man I'd been with balked a bit at the dildo yet moved behind our lover, showing every intention to follow through with buggering Flynn. He had given me his blessing, and he had mine however, I was still leery and unsure why.

"Of course, I have given you my blessing. Do I still have yours?" He stared at me with pleading eyes. We both wanted this, and it was time to stop second-guessing our decision.

"Yes, of course."

"Then what are you waiting for Flynn?" Rex asked with a tongue-in-cheek grin, tossing a condom at the other man.

"And you call me a prat." Flynn rolled the condom on with record speed, his hand shaking in eagerness. Our eyes locked, and he guided me onto my hands and knees, his large hands on my hips. He said to Rex, "I will need you to ready my body for your cock with the oil."

"It will be my pleasure." Rex licked his lips, his gaze sweeping down Flynn's torso.

"And mine." Flynn brought me to the edge of the bed, and I stared at him over my shoulder, feeling exposed. Seeing my uncertainty, Flynn smoothed a hand over my buttocks to tease my folds. "This may be new to you, Eleanor, but it will be enjoyable." I relaxed, knowing my lovers would not hurt me. Lust tightened his jaw as he entered me from behind with one sensual stroke. I gripped the coverlet with my fingers and pressed my lips together. He was large, his cock stretching my pussy.

Rex stood behind Flynn, his hands spanning the other man's buttocks.

By the way that Flynn jerked and gripped my hips tighter, Rex had begun to ready Flynn for what was to come. I had difficulty seeing more than Flynn's face and the side of my husband's hip, but my imagination was sparked.

Being on all fours was different than I was used to, and it crossed my mind that Flynn could see every one of my scars. If he thought them repulsive, his demeanor didn't show it. It was time to embrace my scars because, frankly, I had no other options. In a way, they were battle wounds, and ultimately, I was the victor.

I rocked back into him, eager for more. He lifted me with one arm draped around my chest, his breath hot on my ear. In this room, I wanted to leave my past behind. One hand palming my breast, he splayed his fingers and settled his fingertip at the juncture of my thighs. My head rested on his shoulder, his cock sliding in and out of me, hitting a spot I never knew existed.

At seventeen, I had been obsessed with the memories of kissing Flynn and had woken up many nights with my core on fire and no way to quench my body's cravings. Touching myself had been taboo. Tonight, I was willing to leave everything on the table to live out my dream. To have my husband participate was an added boon, and I could hardly wait to see what else the night would bring.