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  She found that man standing stock-still, wearing as tender an expression as she’d ever seen on his face. “Please Patrick? Oh, yes.”

  He smiled then removed his clothes as well. They were both naked, to her shock and delight. “Look at your…”

  They glanced at each other’s cocks then back at her. “What?” they both asked.

  “You’re both so beautiful,” she said.

  Patrick growled in the back of his throat. “I need to see you, Anne.”

  “You had her last night,” Jon said, climbing on the bed beside her. “Did you not look your fill?”

  “The room was cursed dark,” he answered.

  “Leave the candles lit, then.” Anne pulled her nightgown over her head. “Look your fill.”

  Patrick whispered something that sounded like a prayer. “Anne. You are indeed an angel.”

  She felt beautiful as their eyes traveled over her. Her nipples tightened as her pussy swelled and she couldn’t wait much longer.

  “Spread your legs, Anne,” Jon said.

  She leaned back and bent her knees, brazenly showing them her center. “Like this?”

  Their eyes fastened on her pussy and juices flooded her. “Touch me, please,” she implored.

  “Which one of us?” Jon was the first to ask.

  She thought for a moment, a bit surprised when the answer struck her. “It doesn’t matter.”

  The two men shared a grin and some sort of private communication. Before she could question them, Patrick fell on her. His mouth was hot on her pussy, his tongue pushing deep inside as he held her thighs apart.

  “She’s sweet,” Jon said, slowly stroking her breasts. He bent his head and flicked a tongue over one nipple. “Isn’t she?”

  “God, yes,” Patrick said. “Ambrosia.”

  He put his fingers in her like last time, but with his tongue flicking over her clit it was almost more than she could bear. “Oh…”

  Jon teethed her nipple and she bucked. “That’s it,” she heard him say. “Come for Patrick.”

  His mouth on her breast and Patrick’s on her pussy combined to start an upward spiral of pleasure. She relished everything they did to her. Patrick’s hands strong on her thighs, Jon’s mouth tender on her breasts. She gave herself over to it and it was only Jon’s mouth on hers that kept her screams from waking the entire inn.

  Patrick lifted his head, and she tried to gather her wits. When she opened her eyes she found them both staring at her, identical expressions of want on their very different faces. “Take her, Jon,” Patrick said. “Before I forget my vow.”

  “Your vow?” she asked, blinking.

  Jon kissed her again and pulled her to him. “I want to come inside you tonight, Anne. I want to feel your most tender flower pulling my essence from me.”

  She laughed again. “Really, Jon. Read more prose.”

  He laughed with her then flipped her over onto her stomach. “Jon!”

  He moved behind her and lifted her onto her knees. “I want to fuck you from behind, love.” He spread her knees wider and stroked up her still-tender flesh with his rigid cock. “Ah, your ass is almost as pretty as your pussy.”

  “Another night, Jon,” she heard Patrick say.

  What could that mean? She thought to ask, but Jon began to finger her pussy. She knew she was wet. She could feel herself dripping from what Patrick had done and what Jon was doing now. Up on her hands now, she moved back toward him and moaned.

  “You want me inside, don’t you?” Jon asked.

  She nodded.

  “But what of Patrick?”

  She looked up as Patrick sat at the head of the bed. He held his cock in his fist, a look of frustration on his features. “May I pleasure you, Patrick?”

  “May you?” He closed his eyes as a bead of liquid appeared on his cock’s head. “Ah, Anne.”

  Her mouth watered for a taste of him. “Let me lick you as you did me.”

  He began to shake his head, then groaned and moved in front of her. He held himself as she came closer. Touching her tongue to him, she tasted the salty drop.

  Jon said something behind her as he gripped her hips and pushed inside, some piece of poetry in a deep, guttural sound. She cried out, she couldn’t help it, and thought of a most intriguing way to silence herself. She filled her mouth with Patrick’s shaft, moving her lips and tongue over him as Jon increased his thrusts.

  “Jesus, you’re tight,” Jon said. “So damn tight.”

  She felt a flush of heat spread over her, the pop of perspiration on her face, as Jon reached beneath and pinched her clit. She came quickly, sucking now to bring Patrick to pleasure. As he trembled beneath her, Jon’s movements became less than measured. Another climax loomed and she braced herself. Suddenly her mouth filled with Patrick as Jon filled her from behind. She came again, a glorious surrender of everything she had.

  Collapsing on the bed, she cuddled against Patrick’s lap. He shifted to hold her as Jon stretched out beside them. The bed was far too narrow for so many occupants. Pity she wasn’t at home. Her bed there would accommodate the three of them quite easily.

  She sighed. “I never knew the like.”

  “Which?” Patrick asked. “What Jon did to you or you did to me?”

  She looked into his eyes. “Both.”

  She heard Jon chuckle behind her as he dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “You made my soul sing.”

  “You sucked me dry,” Patrick said.

  “Oh, this is more than I can take,” she admitted with a smile. “Such talk.”

  “You are naked, Miss Anne Ellis,” Patrick said. “With two men in like state.”

  “Admit you enjoyed yourself,” Jon added. “I felt you come at least twice around my cock.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “It was splendid.”

  They both smiled then yawned lustily.

  “I find I’m spent,” Patrick said.

  “Our angel took all of our energy,” Jon put in.

  Anne smiled against Patrick’s chest, nuzzling her nose to breathe him in. “I know you must go. Give me but a few more moments.”

  They both stilled, and then their arms wrapped around her once more.

  “How we long to give you more,” Jon said softly. Patrick murmured a sound of assent, his voice rumbling.

  After they finally took their leave she breathed in their combined scents. It was much stronger than last night, and she reveled in it. Jon had come inside of her as Patrick had last night. It was a wonderful connection and could mean even more going forward.

  She might spend her life unmarried, but perhaps she would not be entirely alone. Perhaps she would have a child to remember her loves.

  A chill washed over her. Her loves? She loved them?

  “Admit it, to yourself at least,” she quietly admonished herself.

  “I love them,” she whispered.

  She had no notion of their feelings, but she would not be so ambivalent with her own.

  Chapter 12

  “Where are you taking me, Jon?” Anne asked.

  Jon just shook his head. “We don’t know how long we’ll be here, love. Neither Patrick nor I want to miss a moment with you.”

  She glanced about the hallway, worry stamped on her lovely features. “What if someone comes looking for me?”

  “Has anyone done thus far today?”

  She wore a sad smile now. “No. With the rain there was little chance of an outing earlier. Now that it’s cleared there was no keeping Mary or Louisa indoors.”

  He stopped before his door, suddenly unsure. “Did you wish to join them?”

  “Not in the least.” Her smile was warm now. “I want to make the most of this trip before going back to Dorset.”

  “You’re going back?”

  “Where else would I go? To London to live with my aunt or my father?” She gave a shiver. “Perish the thought. Better to continue on as I was before.”

  Jon wanted to profess his love for her r
ight now, before she could resign herself to that half-life in Dorset. He and Patrick had to discuss how best to tell her before making any such disclosure. That had been Patrick’s idea, but Jon was inclined to believe that she wouldn’t believe them at present. She was quite clever, and he would never want her to think they were only giving lip service to so important a declaration in an attempt to assuage any regret they might have over bedding her.

  “Come, then,” he said, opening the door and sketching her a deep bow. “The afternoon is ours.”

  She wore a bright expression, and there was a graceful lift to her step as she preceded him into the room. She gave out a happy sound of delight when she spied Patrick within. Jon, grinning now, closed the door and began to tear at his clothes. There would be no delay in the afternoon’s loving, not if he could help it.

  “Quickly, Anne,” he said, hopping on one foot then the other as he removed his boots. “Patrick, assist her.”

  Patrick stood and crossed to her, kissing her rosy mouth before helping her out of her stays and dress. When she wore nothing more than her chemise and stockings, Jon took her in his arms while Patrick stripped. They’d discussed this, their next encounter, and now that it was before him he could scarcely contain himself. His balls were aching, his cock so rigid the brush of fabric against it was almost painful. He sucked in a breath as she pressed close to him.

  “Oh, I hurt you!” she cried. She tugged his hand. “On the bed with you, then.”

  He sat, but she instructed him to stretch out on his back. His bed was much wider than the one in Anne’s room, and he knew they would need it today. Before he could guess what she was thinking, she removed her chemise and began to untie her stockings.

  “Leave them on,” Patrick said from where he now sat on the bed.

  She nodded and knelt on the coverlet. Her hands roamed over him, coming ever closer to his cock, and he felt himself pull tighter. “Anne, please.”

  Her mouth engulfed him, and he let out a gasp. Her lips and tongue were amazing, her teeth nibbling in all the right places. He clutched at the linens as the pressure built.

  She lifted her head with a gasp. “Patrick, what are you doing?”

  Jon glanced over to see Patrick stroking her lovely bottom, his fingers delving between her smooth thighs to tease her pussy. The honey-sweet scent of her filled the room as she panted. “Oh!”

  She brought her mouth to his cock again, and her mewls of rising pleasure hummed along his shaft. “Give me her pussy, Patrick,” Jon rushed out.

  He nodded and lifted her. She let out a gasp before settling directly over his mouth.

  “Ah, your sweet treasure,” he murmured.

  He drove his tongue high inside of her, lapping at her juices as she wriggled in obvious delight.

  “Yes, Jon!” She began to shiver, close to her release as she sucked harder. He gripped her thighs to hold her still as he thrust his cock into her mouth. Wet suction on his cock, wet pussy on his tongue, sent him over the edge. Groaning, he poured himself into her mouth as he nibbled her clit to bring her with him.

  She collapsed on top of him, laughing as he tickled her legs. “Do stop, Jon!”

  He stroked his tongue over her clit one last time. Patrick eased her off of him, fondling her rosy body as they fell on the bed beside him. Jon shifted to the side, knowing what was coming next. How would Anne react to this next step in their lovemaking? He eyed her pretty, round bottom. He longed to fuck her in that perfect little ass, but Patrick would do it this afternoon. But when they took her together? That secret hole would belong to Jon.

  * * * *

  Patrick delighted in the feel of Anne’s naked flesh against him, letting his cock slide over her pussy as he spread her legs wide above him. He’d nearly come when she and Jon had, watching the two of them ride the pleasure he knew would soon be his. He kissed her mouth now, sucking her tongue as she moaned. She was dripping wet, her juices hot and slippery against him, and for a second he thought to just fuck her. Tonight he wanted her ass, though. If they were to take her at the same time, she had to accept a cock in her bottom.

  “Are you ready for me now, Anne?” he asked.

  She pushed up on her hands and stared down at him. She was so beautiful, flushed and pleasured. How had he ever thought he was over her? She was inside him, for God’s sake. Jon might have the pretty words to articulate his feelings for her but Patrick only had the sentiment. It was no less real, though. Jon was right. She was theirs, and he prayed it was forever.

  “Take me, Patrick. I want to feel you inside me now.”

  “Oh, I shall.” He fingered her pussy, spreading her juices up and over her ass. “I cannot wait to take you.”

  He slipped a finger into her ass, and she froze.

  “Not there?” she gasped.

  He smiled, the expression coming easily now. “Yes, Anne.”

  She closed her eyes as two fingers probed her. “That is…different.”

  “Good different?” Jon asked her.

  Giving a shiver, she nodded. “I believe so.”

  In one smooth motion he changed places with her. Unable to resist, he gave her pussy a quick lick before flipping her over onto her belly. Jon handed him a pillow, and he placed it beneath her, putting her tempting ass at the precise angle. He looked down at his cock, weeping for completion now, and then at her perfect little hole.

  “The balm, Jon,” he said.

  “Balm?” Anne asked.

  He ran his hands over her silken skin. “To ease my way, love.”

  The word came out, an endearment he’d never said to her before. He couldn’t help but think about that emotion now, with this tantalizing prospect before him.

  Jon handed him the small jar they’d picked up in the village, a thick cream scented with flowers and honey. He dipped two fingers into the jar then stroked them into her ass. She let out a gasp then purred. Ah, she was meant for this. For them. Jon had been right, which he was sure to crow about later.

  “Take me, Anne,” he quietly said, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance.

  “You’re so big, Patrick,” she said, her body held still.

  “Trust Patrick, love,” Jon said.

  She glanced over her shoulder at him, her dainty brow furrowed. He let her see his heart in that moment, stripping off the anger and resentment of the last five years. She saw it, he knew. Her eyes widened and she eased in his hold. At her small nod he pushed inside her.

  “Ah, you’re so tight!” he ground out.

  He moved within her, the balm doing its work to ease his way. He was all the way in now, held fast as he moved.

  “Oh, that feels so…” She sighed. “How can I feel it everywhere?”

  Patrick couldn’t answer. Thankfully, Jon apparently had his wits for he reached around and thrust his fingers into her pussy. She shuddered then came with a shout. Patrick poured himself into her then, holding as still as he could as he shook with his release.

  He withdrew and held her close as fatigue swamped him. His climax had been draining, in the absolute best manner.

  “In my bottom,” she marveled aloud. “Jon, when you put your fingers inside me, it was too much.”

  “Wait until our cocks are inside you,” Jon said.

  She opened her eyes in wonder. “Truly?”

  “We want to love you, Anne,” Jon said.

  “Both of us,” Patrick managed to put in.

  She looked from one to the other then shrugged. “I defer to your expertise, gentlemen.”

  Jon blinked then let out a laugh. “Ah, our perfect angel.”

  Patrick just smiled.

  Chapter 13

  Anne stretched, letting out a groan. Oh, Patrick had been in her bottom last night! First Jon’s lovely cock deep in her mouth then Patrick taking her in a way she had never imagined.

  She rose and ordered a bath. As she waited for the tub to be filled, she recalled every remarkable moment of last evening with her men. Jon had bee
n playful and affectionate, as was his custom. He’d also been quite determined as his mouth drove her over the edge, which she’d returned in full measure despite the novelty of the position. But when Patrick had been behind her, his cock poised at her bottom, she’d seen a change in that man’s harsh features. A softening, an indication that he cared for her. Jon might wear his heart on his sleeve, but Patrick had shown her his in that moment as well.

  However would she return to Dorset without them? Well, no talk of the future was ever made in those heated moments she spent with them. She didn’t worry over Louisa’s flirtations any longer, however. That girl would not take Patrick away. She herself might not keep either Jon or Patrick, but Louisa would have to look elsewhere. The thought of that girl squeezed between her men? Preposterous.

  She bathed and dressed, for the sun shone through the window and she knew she wouldn’t be spared an outing today. In confirmation, Louisa rapped sharply on her door as she finished her dress.

  “We are to go to the shore!” the girl announced, her eyes bright. “You and I and Captains Benton and Wenworth.”

  “What of Charles and Mary?”

  Louisa waved a hand. “Yes, they shall come as well.”

  Anne checked her dress in the small mirror atop the vanity. The yellow gown she’d worn at the picnic was well-suited to a stroll along the shore, topped with a spencer to ward off any chill breezes. Louisa was dressed finely, as usual. And on the hunt as well, taken with the hungry expression in her eyes.

  “Come, Miss Ellis,” Louisa urged. “They are waiting to take breakfast and then we are off!”

  Anne took a moment to steel herself, for seeing Jon and Patrick again after what they’d done last evening would be a bit uncomfortable. She flushed when she remembered how sweetly they’d both held her close afterward. Her body and her heart had felt at home, curse her for a fool. They cared for her, but she was unsure of any future with either one of them. That was perhaps a good thing, as she could never choose now.

  Once belowstairs, she found everyone waiting in the dining room. Jon and Patrick stood when they arrived at the table, their eyes on her before they each bowed.