Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sir Colt Lawrence
“‘Lady X unfastened the robe from her body, baring her budding breasts to Lord Golden’s tempted regard. If he were forced to pay penance, he would do so knowing his pleasure was her pleasure.’” The muse had hit me, and her name was Lady Lillian.
When Lord Kendrick proposed our current scenario, I scoffed at the idea.
It was turning out to be entertaining in more ways than I expected.
She slipped the knot from its mooring around her waist and the material parted.
Doe eyes met mine, and she licked her lips, her color high from Lord Kendrick’s ministrations.
“‘Lady X conceded to his request and allowed the heavy robe to fall to the ground. The dark knight stirred the flames in Lady X’s, um, her ...’” she trailed off, indecision wrinkling her brow.
“Cunny, pussy, naughty bits, insert a word. Any word will do. There is no shame in naming the parts of your body.” I wanted to bolster her confidence. Besides befriending me, she’d already given me my greatest dream with Lord Kendrick.
“My cock’s name is Byron,” Lord Kendrick said, working his way down her belly.
“Of course, it is,” I said, shaking my head at his teasing. My fingers continued to loosen his center to prepare for my aching cock.
“You can refer to it,” he said, rocking into my touch.
Leaning back, Lady Lillian anchored her arms behind her for support.
Honey hair fell down her back, enhancing the lovely column of her neck.
In the golden light, she looked ethereal.
My chest filled with light as if I were invincible yet vulnerable.
I’d been infatuated with Lord Kendrick, but I never expected to experience the same poignant feelings for his wife.
“‘Lord Golden begged Lady X to grant him permission to kneel at the altar of the dark knight. Would she grant him his simple wish, or would he live in purgatory for the rest of his days?’” The time had come, and I released his cock to grasp his tight bottom.
I had donned a condom and slicked up my cock with oil in anticipation of this moment.
Although Lord Kendrick had given me permission to bugger him, I wanted her blessing. Silly, yes, but he was her husband.
If she said no, I did not know what I would do.
“‘Lady X watched in anticipation for Lord Golden to make the dark knight his lover.’” She stared at me, her face flushed and her nipples pebbled hard. Lord Kendrick’s head settled between her legs, but I wasn’t privy to what he was doing.
Soft sighs issued from her lips, her long arms taut. I caught the faint purring sound, and my sense of rightness expanded.
Inhaling to gather my wits, I inserted the tip of my cock into his center, the tightness nearly my undoing.
I had been with women before and one man, but my past encounters had been purely physical.
That place in my heart was reserved for Lord Kendrick.
He grunted, his legs flexing as I pushed into his willing body.
He was muscular and solid, pulling me into his heart, his body, his soul.
My hands on his hips, I pushed ever deeper into him.
Heat encased my cock, and I gripped the smooth skin under my palm.
“‘Lady X buried her fingers in the thickness of the dark knight’s hair and, with one last gasp of air, let the pleasure overcome her ...’” The words were uttered on a breathy scream.
She threw her head back, her entire body trembling.
Delight enhanced her features before her head dropped, her chest heaving.
Her husband lifted his torso, his palms flat on the desk on either side of her.
Lord Kendrick was no longer my employer, but he was most definitely my lover.
I leaned over him, my chest to his back.
He was taller than me, but his bent-over position allowed me to wrap my arm around his neck, my hips rolling, each thrust a tiny slice of heaven.
Affection for him grew inside my core and increased with every breath of my body, but I could never express my feelings to him.
I tongued his ear and heard his ragged breath.
“‘Lord Golden sank deep into the dark knight—repeatedly—unsure where he began, and the other man ended. They were pulled together by Lady X, and if not for her grand scheme to bend them both to her will, neither would have realized the extent of their passions.’”
“Oh, that is very good, Colt. Very good.” She cupped the side of my cheek that still rested next to Lord Kendrick’s and thumbed my bottom lip. “Would you mind if I use it?”
“It would be my pleasure.” I grinned, standing on legs weak from the sheer physicality of our union.
“Would you two mind if I, um, wrote while you, um, finished?” She asked, her fingers dropping. “I do not wish to miss a single nuance.”
Lord Kendrick turned his head, his blue eyes bright with fervor and a deeper emotion that caused a catch in my throat. “Your wish is our command, Lady X.”
He turned his head to look at me as I withdrew from his body. I stood and allowed my lover to stand as well. Lady Lillian returned to her chair.
Lord Kendrick picked me up, placing me on the desk.
His lips caught mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth.
He tasted of woman and the promise of things to come.
I helped him climb up and straddle my hips, his thighs on either side of mine.
He gripped my shoulders and ground his arse onto my cock.
My kiss turned desperate, need driving me.
The typewriter began its steady rhythm, the words flowing from her fingers.
I fisted his cock and thumbed the fluid leaking from the broad tip.
He swelled in my hand, his thighs continuing to flex with his movements.
The scent of our desires floated in the air between us.
I was close to finding my own fulfillment, but I had no wish to do so.
I would have him for a few more precious moments if I could hold out.
He’d offered to be my friend, and I accepted his sincerity, but I also knew he moved easily between lovers.
Commitment had never been his strong suit.
Lillian was different; she was bound to him by marriage. I prayed he wouldn’t lose interest in her nor break her heart. It was more than obvious she was in love with him. Like I was in love with him. I pumped his cock faster, my own passions past the breaking point.
“‘The dark knight gave Lord Golden permission to yield to the pleasure,’” Lord Kendrick said, biting my chin. His jaw gliding next to mine, he bit my earlobe. “Let go. I have you.”
The grip on my control slipped, and I draped my arm around his neck. Sensation shot from my cock, and I lost my seed into his receptive body. He continued to impale himself on my cock until all the energy left my frame. Breath coming in sharp gasps, I fisted his cock until he shuddered.
Lillian’s typing echoed in the room, the only sound other than our harsh breathing. My eyelids lowered, but I never released my hold on him. He was warm and solid, every muscular inch of him a welcome weight.
The slight rocking of the boat lulled me into a stupor, and I couldn’t move even if I wished to.
“I’m most eager to read this book. You two are very gifted.” Lord Kendrick yawned before he pressed a kiss below my ear and tongued the spot.
“We couldn’t have done it without the dark knight,” I said, running my thumb along his smooth spine.
“It was a group affair,” Lady Lillian said, her hands moving over the typewriter keys.
She was still naked, her pink-tipped breasts peeking out from the curtain of her curly hair.
The shyness had left her. She embodied the Lady X of my imagination with her legs spread open to reveal the triangle of hair between them.
“Moran loved the first half. He will be more than thrilled by today's material.”
“Have you submitted it then?” Lord Kendrick asked, his breath warm against my neck where his head still rested. Holding him satisfied a place in my soul. I had a rare opportunity to be with him, and I didn’t wish to waste a single second.
“Oh dear, did I not tell you? Yes, I submitted the first half, and he was very impressed. He will love this. I just know it. Colt’s input gave me an idea, and instead of one scene, I need to write three.
Maybe four.” She never stopped typing. A familiar glaze rested in her eyes; the muse was also upon her.
The duke lifted his head, his lazy grin tugging at my heart. He arched his neck, exhaustion mingling with satisfaction. “It is late, Lillian, and I’m ready to find our bed.”
She waved a dismissive hand. “You two can sleep. I wish to finish this.”
“We are both artists. Thus I understand.” He offered a shrug, and I nodded.
Using my shoulders as leverage, he climbed off the desk and sauntered over to the sideboard. I inhaled and gathered my energy, finding my feet. My knees were weak, and my legs shaky. I had never felt better.
Lord Kendrick wrung out a cloth and cleaned himself with it.
I joined him in his toilet, removing the condom.
The bed looked inviting, but I was unsure it was wise to stay.
Common sense said to seek out my own bed.
He threw the cloth aside and looped his arm through mine, deciding for me. “It’s big enough for the three of us.”
The covers had been thrown back, and a frilly white gown was crumpled in the middle.
A faint streak of blood on the fabric spoke of the loss of her virginity.
Lord Kendrick tossed it in the far corner and fell onto the mattress.
Our adventurous rump ride would forever leave an impression on my soul.
I moved to the opposite side of the bed while he scooted to the middle, leaving room for Lady Lillian once she joined us in slumber.
He held out his arm, and I curled into his side. I wasn’t used to sleeping in the same bed with anyone. I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to be with him. He wrapped his arms around me, the heat of his body lulling me into relaxation.
Lady Lillian continued composing her book, and while I wished sleep would overtake me, I watched how she stared at the page without really seeing it.
I envied her the ability to write with such gusto.
I snuggled deeper into his embrace and listened to his slumbering breath's steady inhale and exhale.
In seven days, I would leave these two giving people behind.
I could change my plans, of course. The deadline I had given myself was no longer a barrier to me.
Lord Kendrick had given me my freedom, and I had a lot to discover about the shipping business my cousin left me.
It was profitable, but companies rarely ran themselves.
Muddiness clouded my thoughts, and I allowed my eyes to drift shut. There was no way around it. I had to leave at some point.
But I could always come back.
At least I hoped I could.