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  Being asked, even on this minor point, seemed to please Vanessa greatly. She looked up from the book she’d been reading while Nora sketched her. “Of course, darling.”

  The three of them said quick farewells to Vanessa and Nora. They hugged and shook hands with Farleigh, Sebastian, and Anna with far more gravity. That party was returning to Cambridgeshire early the next morning, and all of them would not be reunited again until the wedding in Mayfair several weeks hence.

  As they stood at the large front doors of Camburton Castle, Georgie gave Anna a firm hug. “I very much hope that this is the beginning of our life as sisters.”

  Anna’s eyes were bright with feeling. “There is very little that can stop me once I set my mind to something. And I have set my mind to being the best younger sister you could ever wish for.”

  Georgie bid Anna farewell with a smile as Trevor spoke to his driver, and then the three of them stepped into the carriage and headed for Mayfield.

  When the carriage door shut, a sense of heated anticipation filled the confined space. Georgie was once again tucked in between the two men: Trevor on her right and James on her left.

  “So what did you say to the driver?” she asked after the servant had shut the door.

  “I told him it looked like it was going to be a beautiful sunset and to take us the long way round to Mayfield. I asked that he make the journey last at least an hour.” Trevor was removing his gloves as he spoke, one strong finger at a time, very methodical and incredibly provocative.

  Her mouth felt dry. “And . . . how do you plan on spending this hour in the carriage, my lord?”

  When he turned to look at her, she gasped at the intensity and sexual power in his eyes. “Well, I intend to ravish you, of course.”

  Georgie stopped breathing altogether when she felt James’s hot fingertips curl around her neck. “We intend to ravish you,” he added with suggestive promise. James leaned in and began placing small, hot kisses down the left side of her exposed neck. Georgie’s body responded immediately. Her nipples tightened and her bodice felt suddenly confining; her pussy throbbed with yearning. Before she had a moment to think about what James was doing, Trevor began unfastening her dress at the back, loosening the fabric enough so he could release her bosom from the tight bodice.

  She cried out when Trevor freed both breasts and reached up to hold them firmly in his masculine hands, weighing them. “We’re of a mind to introduce you to the more languorous pleasures of your body . . . Georgiana. Last night was quite rushed, don’t you agree?”

  With that, Trevor held her left breast in an offering way toward James. “Taste her. I want to see your lips on her and your tongue, that miraculous tongue of yours . . . ”

  She watched as James lowered his mouth, the strong, mischievous lips curling with devilish anticipation. When he took the taut nipple into his mouth, he didn’t waste a moment with any silly flicks of his tongue or dallying. He pulled with hot, powerful suction, grazing the puckered skin with his teeth, pushing his face roughly against her so the coarse stubble of his cheek and chin also inflamed the tender skin. She cried out again, both from the physical sensation and the beautiful vision of that man’s avid expression while he roused her body.

  Trevor raised his other hand to her face, pressing his thumb and fingers into her jawbone. She adored the way he handled her body. Those little shoves and pulls of authority made the pressure and heat between her legs even stronger.

  “This is all of you, Georgie. George. Georgiana. This is all of us.” He pressed his lips against hers, squeezing her right breast with more force, while James kept up that relentless suction on the other. She moaned into Trevor’s kiss when his hand drifted from her face and she felt three hands snaking up the inside of her thighs. Trevor merely kissed her harder, ignoring her cries of surprised pleasure, his tongue powerful and deep, battling against hers. When a finger touched her wet folds, James pulled his mouth away from her breast.

  “Oh dear God, Trevor. She’s so wet and so ready.” He toyed with the soaked fabric while he spoke. “She’s such a pretty little thing today, isn’t she? On the outside, that is.” His clever fingers found her slick opening, and first one, then two fingers entered her swollen pussy. Her inner walls pulsed around his fingers greedily. James’s breathing was unsteady. “But inside she’s a dirty little thing. Aren’t you, Georgie?”

  She whimpered her agreement.

  “Trevor . . . you need to feel this . . .”

  Trevor tore his mouth away from hers, then looked down at her moist lips. She was also breathing heavily, panting into him, as if they were still connected even though their mouths were no longer locked. His eyes flitted from her lips to her glowing amber eyes to her flushed cheeks, then down to her beautiful breasts. He pulled his hand from her thigh so he could tease a nipple with each hand. Staring into her eyes, he spoke to James.

  “Describe her to me, love.”

  “Gladly.” James scrambled down onto his knees.

  Trevor kept his eyes fixed on Georgie’s the entire time. He watched her eyelashes flutter slightly while James lifted the layers of her dress. The cool air must have made contact with her sex.

  “She’s all flushed and swollen,” James said.

  “Do you have your fingers inside her now?” Trevor loved talking about her that way, as if she were some object that James and Trevor were assessing, like a fine brandy they were passing back and forth between them. And she liked it too, from the look of melting lust in her eyes.

  “I do,” said James.

  “Is she good and wet? Ready for both of us, you think?” Her eyes widened at the suggestion, but he didn’t let his gaze falter. In that considering tone of voice, Trevor continued, “Is her arse nice and slick too?” Her eyes brightened with lust. He reminded himself to keep his emotional ardor to himself, as James had warned. He would break Georgie just like he broke his most volatile horses, with endless patience and gentle authority.

  “Yes,” James said in a low, almost humorous drawl. “I’m spreading all her slick cream around her arsehole, and her body’s begging for it, pulsing.”

  And then he could tell that James had entered her there with his finger—her body made that slight convulsion of resistance, acceptance, and then, simply, bliss.

  “He’s very good at that, isn’t he?” Trevor whispered to Georgie. “I love the way he gets me ready.”

  She moaned and let her eyes slide shut, probably imagining James doing all the things he was doing to her, but doing them to Trevor instead.

  “Yes, picture him doing that to me, you dirty thing.”

  Her eyes flew open and her little pants of hot breath against his lips had his cock even harder. They were so close that when he spoke to James, his lips nearly touched Georgie’s. “I’m torn, James. I simply cannot decide if I want my hard cock in her mouth or in her arse or in her pussy.”

  Her eyes slid shut again while he watched, and a little mewl of ecstasy escaped her.

  “I think she would like all three,” James replied. “She’s so damn slick. I think I want to fuck you while you’re fucking her cunt,” he added, as if the idea had just dawned on him.

  She cried out in pleasure, then shook her head as if she needed to clear her mind. “No,” Georgie whispered. “No . . . You mustn’t fuck me . . . in my pussy . . . without protection . . . ” Her words were coming out between choppy breaths. “I want to do everything with both of you . . . I want to crest every wave and break down every barrier”—she breathed hard through the words—“But I do not want a child. Promise me that neither of you will ever let that happen.”

  Trevor stared into her eyes, wishing—wishing for so much. How could he ever promise such a thing, when it was fast becoming his greatest hope that they would spend the rest of their lives together, building a family? Don’t tell her that, for God’s sake, he chided himself.

  “You must give me your word,” Georgie said to Trevor, probably suspecting what his hesitance
really meant. Her eyes were beginning to lose the gleam of lust. “If you cannot promise me, this stops now.”

  She stiffened slightly and Trevor shook his head, barely moving but enough that she must know what it cost him. “I can—” He faltered. “I can only promise that I will never take you that way without your permission.” His heart pounded. “But I will never stop trying to win your permission.” He brought one hand back to her jaw and squeezed tight. “The idea of my child growing in your belly is one of the most erotic and loving I can possibly imagine.”

  “Trevor . . . ” Her voice was a plea, desperate and frustrated.

  “I give you my word. For now.” He leaned in and kissed her, hot and quick, then glanced down at James. “What do you say, James? Is that a promise you can keep?”

  James’s smile was the picture of joyful mischief. He nodded slowly, then leaned in and kissed Georgie’s sex, lapping at her moist folds. He was using both hands—one in her pussy and one in her ass—slowly, slowly working his fingers in and out of her body while Trevor watched. He had pushed her thighs wide, and the whole picture was making Trevor blind with wanting.

  “I think there is very much the three of us can do—of a very fulfilling nature—without ever risking the creation of a child.” James leaned in and sucked on her clit to illustrate his point.

  Trevor smiled at James and turned his attention back to Georgie. “You see, James is the voice of reason, the middle way. While I tend toward love and sentiment, and you are all animal lust, perhaps James offers a bridge where we can both meet?”

  Georgie took a quivering breath, obviously approaching her release, and nodded once. “Yes, sweet Trevor. Your love terrifies me—” she gasped again “—but with James here—” Her eyes fluttered once more and another small cry escaped her as James continued to assault her with his mouth. “Aaaah,” she half breathed, half said, “it seems I’m not as hard-hearted as I thought I was.”

  Trevor leaned in and kissed her again, letting all the emotion and sweet desire he felt flow from his body without words. Yes, the heat of his affection might terrify her, but she was now at least willing to stand near the fire.

  After a few moments, she cried out into his mouth, almost in pain rather than ecstasy. He pulled back. “What is it?”

  “He—he—he stopped!” It wasn’t pain; it was frustration.

  Trevor smiled. “Yes, he has a habit of doing that. He loves to bring me right to the edge and then leave me there.” Georgie looked past Trevor to James, where he now sat across the carriage, licking the fingertip that was slick with her essence.

  “I would like to see that,” Georgie whispered.

  Trevor felt a fresh wave of desire rock through him. “You want to see James and me? Together?”

  She nodded, keeping her eyes on James.

  “Would you now?” James asked from the other side of the carriage.

  Trevor couldn’t resist pressing his palm against his own cock. The idea of Georgie watching while James fucked him could quickly send him over the edge.

  “No touching,” James ordered.

  Trevor let his hand fall away. The sound of James when he spoke in that imperious way lit up every pleasure point in Trevor’s body.

  “Yes, sir,” Trevor whispered. And then he simply let the undertow of willing capitulation drag him below the surface.

  “Kneel down.”

  James watched with something akin to pride as Trevor obeyed him with the easy grace of a beloved pet that lives to please his master. Trevor’s eyes had already taken on the smoky haze that promised the most pleasure for both of them.

  “You’re very sweet this afternoon, aren’t you? After your ride with Sebastian and Pia and Farleigh.” James reached for Trevor’s lips and inserted two fingers. “I bet they gave you all sorts of notions.” Trevor sucked greedily. “And now you taste Georgie on me and you’re as randy as a goat, aren’t you?” Trevor’s nostrils flared and he sucked harder, eyes sliding shut. James ran his other hand through Trevor’s thick, wavy dark hair, and Trevor moaned under his admiration. “Yes, my love, you are very good. “

  Slowly, James withdrew his fingers from Trevor’s mouth. He looked across the carriage and appraised Georgie. She was a sight: her dress undone, her breasts full and free, her skirts tossed up around her hips, her thighs spread wide, and her hand making languid passes along her exposed pussy.

  “So what do you fancy, Lady Georgiana?”

  He watched as she let her fingers wander, and then she said quietly, “I should like to see you take him.”

  Trevor’s moan was one of unmitigated desire. James realized that Trevor’s usual excitement—always keen—was going to be ten times greater now that Georgie was watching.

  James said, “I think Trevor would like that as much as you would, my lady.”

  Whereas last night had allowed all of them to wring out every animal urge in a frantic, rutting pile, James felt like this was the beginning of the more nuanced intimacy that could be the basis of their relationship for many years to come. If Georgie didn’t turn tail and run away like a coward, that is.

  Even sprawled out as she was, disheveled and flushed with desire, Georgie was very much Lady Georgiana Cambury at the moment. And just like a lady who expects a gentleman to be witty and amusing to earn her regard, she wore a haughty expression that said she expected James and Trevor to make her time worthwhile.

  James nodded his agreement, feeling like he understood her better than he ever had before, perhaps better than she understood herself. Trevor might love her, but James grasped her.

  “Undo your trousers, man,” James ordered.

  Trevor had his fall unbuttoned within seconds, and his hard, red shaft sprang free. A second later, Trevor had his hands obediently clasped behind his back and made no sign of how the rumbling carriage must be pressing uncomfortably against his knees.

  “He’s quite something, our Trevor,” James marveled.

  “Shall I change seats for a better view?” asked Georgie rather breathlessly, craning her neck to get a better view of Trevor’s assets.

  “No, that won’t be necessary,” James said to Georgie. Then, to Trevor, “Come up here with me, my boy.” Patting the space on the bench seat next to him, James motioned for Trevor to join him there.

  “How do you want me?” All obedience, Trevor asked.

  “Oh, I want you in so many ways. But for now, in these tight quarters, I think I want you facedown on the seat, with your legs tucked up to make room for me. That way the lovely Lady Georgiana will have a proper view of how loving we can be.”

  Trevor immediately obeyed, and Georgie sighed as James kneeled and positioned himself behind Trevor’s upturned arse.

  “That’s right, Trevor, put your forearms flat against the cushion, and your face—turned, yes, right there—where you can stare at your beloved wife-to-be while I fuck you.” James heard Georgie sigh again at the sound of those filthy words.

  James lifted the tails of Trevor’s riding jacket and exposed his beautiful bare arse. Rubbing his palms in slow, firm circles around Trevor's hips, then back toward the center crevice, James thrilled to the way Trevor’s body warmed and responded to his touch. “Are you very ready for me, Trevor?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  James adored when Trevor was this soft, welcoming man. If words frightened her, James would show Georgie this way—with their bodies—what she would be giving up if she decided to leave them. James dragged his thumb down Trevor’s crack and pressed against the tight circle of muscle. Trevor moaned, and his eyes started to flutter shut.

  “Eyes open.”

  “Yes, sir.” Already Trevor’s voice had taken on that dreamy acceptance.

  Normally, James would trail his tongue against Trevor’s tight entrance to prepare his body, but the idea occurred to him that Lady Georgiana and her slick, wet pussy were right there for the taking.

  While he continued to massage Trevor's entrance, he turned toward Georgiana.
“I hate to bother you, my lady. But I believe you might be of some assistance.”

  She had been staring with an almost scientific interest at Trevor’s open-mouthed, glassy-eyed expression, so it took her a few seconds to understand James was speaking to her. “How may I be of service?”

  He looked suggestively down between her legs, where she now had both hands working in unison. She stopped moving her fingers and smiled with wicked understanding. She lifted her hands, wet with her own desire. “Ah. Is this what you have in mind?” James simply nodded once, and she was up off the bench and over to their side of the carriage.

  James loved how Trevor’s hands gripped the cushion, all of that strength and intensity held in check. He pulled apart Trevor’s arse cheeks even more to expose the tight pucker.

  Georgie hummed her approval and kept her balance as the carriage swayed slightly. She hitched up her dress with her left hand, then used three fingers from her right hand to swipe at the slick juice from her own body. She dragged it slowly up and down the crease and muscle of Trevor’s arse. “That’s better, isn’t it, Trevor?” Georgie taunted.

  From years of experience, James knew that Trevor had crossed the line from speech to inarticulate moaning. Instead of replying, Trevor merely groaned and bit into the side of his own hand.

  After Georgie had repeatedly coated him with slippery moisture, James turned to her and said, with his best imitation of courtly disinterest, “That will be all, thank you.”

  Georgie’s eyes flashed to his with a mixture of confusion and anger. But then he saw she understood. She turned back to her side of the carriage, dipping her head so as not to bump the roof, and resituated herself in that languorous, legs-flung-wide pose. “Do carry on, Mr. Rushford.”

  He nodded and smiled, grateful once again that the two of them seemed to be developing a perfect understanding where Trevor was concerned.

  Turning his full attention back to Trevor, James kept one hand smoothing along Trevor’s left hip while he used his other hand to undo the buttons of his own trousers and release his cock. He smiled to himself when he heard Georgie’s little sigh of pleasure. But he did not look at her, nor would he look at her again until he was quite finished.