I had no idea. None whatsoever. What Knox and Jed were making me feel… there were no words. Only more. No wonder the Clancy town council had been so adamant about wanton behavior. I hadn’t done anything inappropriate as my stepsisters had led them to believe, but if I’d known being with a man would make me feel like this, losing the schoolteacher role may have been worth it.
Mr. Nevil, though, wouldn’t have made me feel this way. Yes, he was an attractive man, but he’d never made my heart race, my palms damp, my nipples tighten just by looking at him. Not once. He’d been like a brother to me and the idea of kissing him, much less doing things with him like Jed and Knox were going to share with me, was completely unappealing.
Did I feel like this because I was wicked or because of the men I was with? Did it matter? I was not breaking any societal rules. I was well and truly married to both Knox and Jed by a man of God. He’d blessed and approved the union. Their kissing me, touching me, undressing me was allowed, accepted. Expected even.
And yet my words still surprised me. I was bold, bolder than I’d ever been in my life. I’d let my sisters run roughshod over me for years, even drive me out of Clancy and had barely spoken up. Why hadn’t I been bold then? Why was I bold now? They were gone and I was married at my choice. I’d gotten myself into this situation and I was going to enjoy the hell out of it. Yes, I knew how to swear, but wouldn’t say them aloud.
Jed’s legs closed about my thighs again as Knox stepped up behind me. His soft beard brushed over my shoulder as he kissed me. I felt the wet heat of his tongue flick out as if to taste me. But I couldn’t think on that because his hands came up and around—so big, so strong—and cupped my breasts. When Jed had done the same earlier, I’d been stunned. I was accustomed to the idea now, barely, but not how the action made me feel.
“Men… um, like breasts?” I asked, my head falling back against Knox’s hard shoulder.
Jed chuckled and Knox didn’t respond, only reached into my corset and lifted my breasts above the lace edging of the stiff garment and the chemise so the full swells were exposed. Callused palms cupped them again. I could see my nipples harden between his spread fingers.
“We like breasts. We like your breasts,” Knox murmured, his hands seeming to play with my tender flesh.
Jed worked the stays on my corset until it came loose, then dropped it with a soft thud to the floor. I sighed, reveling in the ability to breathe deeply again as Knox held me aloft in his palms.
“We like seeing your nipples get hard, playing with them. Watch them turn a pretty, dark shade of pink. I bet they are very sensitive.”
Knox was accurate. My nipples were sensitive. I never knew. I’d touched them myself when bathing, always wondered to how they hardened when the cold air touched them. But this…
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My whimper said it all. When Knox took them between his fingers and pinched, my eyes flew open and I stared at Jed, a cry ripping from a dark, carnal place deep inside.
“Hurts so good, doesn’t it?” Jed’s eyes were hard, but filled with a fire I recognized as desire. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it better.”
Knox released one nipple and held my breast so Jed could lean forward and take it in his mouth. In his mouth! He laved the tender, tingling tip with his tongue, then closed his mouth around it. Gently, he sucked. The wet heat soothed and yet incited something inside me. My skin became hot and there was this invisible, magical thread that connected my breasts to between my legs. There, there, I was achy and damp. Squeezing my thighs together, I tried to ease the need that their ministrations were building. It was like a small flame that grew and grew into a bonfire.
My fingers tangled in Jed’s silky hair, holding him closer and pushing him away at the same time. Knox didn’t relent until Jed lifted his head and switched to tend to the other tortured nipple. Looking down, I saw his lips surround the turgid tip, watched him suckle. My other nipple was cherry red, just as Knox had said, the tip hard and erect, glistening from Jed’s mouth.
“More?” Knox asked.
I nodded, wobbly against his shoulder just before he pressed against my back. I couldn’t miss the thick, hard f
eel of his manhood. That was to go inside me? I was fearful of the idea, definitely skeptical, but somehow I didn’t worry any longer. I wanted it. Needed it.
Jed worked the dress over my hips and I felt it fall around my ankles. Knox lifted the hem of my chemise, his fingers grazing up the backs of my legs, over my bottom, then over my head.
I was naked, completely exposed to them. It was quiet, too quiet. I didn’t even hear them breathing. Opening my eyes, I saw Jed’s eyes raking over me. From his seated position, he had a direct view of me, of places no one had ever seen before, stroking his knuckles from the hollow of my neck, down the valley between my breasts, over the slight curve of my belly. I sucked in a breath when he continued downwards until he brushed over the sparse hair at the juncture of my thighs.
He lifted his gaze to mine, pierced me with his blue gaze, dark and gray now, as if he had a storm brewing within. “Are you wet for us?”
I felt wet between my legs but wasn’t sure if that was exactly what he meant. I was a novice, clueless and while they knew that, I didn’t want to embarrass myself by asking a silly question. When his palm cupped me, his eyes flared.
“Dripping.”
I was wet. I could feel it by the way his fingers slipped easily over my delicate folds.
“Let me feel,” Knox replied, his voice a dark rumble. Instead of his hand joining Jed’s as I’d expected, he reached me from behind. Jed’s hand moved to make room for Knox and they touched me together.
I went up on my toes at the hot, shocking feel of their touch and I gripped Jed’s shoulders for balance. Fingers slipped over and around my entrance, never sliding in, over my folds, circling a place that made me gasp, made me arch my back as my blood heated. My mind narrowed to only their touches. Nothing else. There was nothing beyond the circle of their arms, the feel of Knox at my back, the press of Jed’s thighs against my legs, their fingers doing delicious things to me.
Jed lifted his hand and through a blurry gaze, I saw his fingers were shiny and slick with my wetness. When he slipped those digits between his lips and licked them, sucked them clean, Knox slid a finger into me.
I cried out and startled. Knox banded an arm about my waist, holding me. The hard feel of him was comforting as the single finger circled and slipped in and out.
“So tight. So wet,” he murmured.
Jed’s hand went back between my legs and they played. But not as I’d expected. Knox’s slippery fingers moved back and touched me in the most forbidden of places. I startled, but he crooned, soothing me. He didn’t move his fingers though. The wet touch pressed against me and I gasped.