Chapter Forty-Five

L ady Bernice, Duchess of Moreland

I lifted my arms over my head, and opened my eyes. Morning sunlight streamed inside our bedroom at the publishing house. After the romp in the office, we stumbled upstairs and fell into bed. Ash and Moran flanked me, the warmth of their bodies welcome in the early morning chill.

Moran moaned in his sleep, rolling onto his back. I moved my head in my husband’s direction. A tiny thrill passed through me whenever I called him that. He had saved me from a horrifying fate. I had spent one day in jail and it was one day too much. Moran’s description of his incarceration hadn’t been exaggerated.

The linens were snagged around his flat belly and tented with his arousal. I pulled them back to reveal more of his lean frame. My pussy throbbed at the sight. I turned my attention to Ash to see if he was in a similar state.

Hooded eyes met mine. “Some cocks rise in the morning. You can practically set your clock by Moran’s.”

My laughter shook the bed, my love for him deepening every day. If anyone had hinted that I would have two men at my beck and call, each eager to bed me if I simply said the word, I would have thought them daft. “I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every day.”

“Nor I.” He leaned over and skimmed his mouth along my breasts, his fingers seeking my cleft. Anticipation held me enthralled.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked, flushing at the question. Ash had yet to bed me properly, only Moran had. Knowing Ash, that was intentional. He was forever playing the matchmaker, which while appreciated, was no longer necessary. “I would like you to bed me.”

“I thought you would never ask.” With a sensual grin, he reached behind him for the box Moran kept there.

“Well, I am asking now. My husband is asleep. I think we might have worn him out,” I said on a giggle.

“I will do what you wish, my lady.” White teeth flashing, he slipped on the condom, my core tightening in anticipation.

“Do not think for one second you are going to leave me out,” Moran said in a sleepy rasp.

“I wouldn’t think of it.” Turning me on my side, Ash pushed my leg up with his, the tip of his cock entering me from behind. Every sensitive nerve flared to life and I arched into his stroke.

Moran spread lazy kisses along my chest, his fingers finding my nipples. While Moran was the surname adopted by his father, I still thought of him thus. I bit my bottom lip as he took my nipple into his mouth. Playing his tongue over the tight flesh, he sucked, the sensations rioting through me.

Ash continued to glide in and out of my body, the heat of his chest warming my back. My husband slid his hand between my legs, teasing the nub between my thighs. How things had changed from when I first answered the advertisement for a job at his publishing house. I had resigned myself to being a spinster, but that had all changed. Instead of one man, I had two.

For now.

I sensed Ash was restless. He spoke of Suzette often and with longing. Once we had a chance to talk, I would encourage him to seek her out. He deserved to be as happy as he was making me right now. Sensations continued to pulse through me, Moran’s fingertip, combined with Ash’s cock pushing me past the brink of sanity. My breath caught on a small ripple of pleasure, a harbinger of things to come.

“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 inside my 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 secure home 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.