Chapter Thirty-Nine
Lord Noah Peterson
Quiet had settled into Oliver’s room after our earlier round of bed sport, but I was strangely awake.
Amelia had her hand on my belly, her head resting on my shoulder.
The smell of roses and woman caressed my nose.
The restlessness I’d often felt late at night was gone, and contentment took its place.
Oliver had his leg curled with mine, his breath steady in sleep.
One look at the clock and my stomach sank.
Dawn was fast approaching, and I would have to leave soon.
Everything inside me rebelled at the notion. There was still so much I wanted to do with Oliver and Amelia. It wasn’t just about the bed sport. I genuinely liked spending time with them. Since Sally’s death, I hadn’t felt a sense of wholeness like I had at the beginning of the night.
Oliver moaned in his sleep, his semi-aroused cock resting on my leg.
He’d given me a rump ride I’d never forget.
His arse had been tight, hugging my cock until I thought I might explode.
As much as I wished to ride him again, I couldn’t.
He was still new to penetration, and I dare not risk hurting him.
“What time is it?” Amelia asked with a sleepy yawn, turning her head to look at me.
“If the clock is to be believed, a quarter past four in the morning, two hours until the boys wake up.” She was familiar with my family’s schedule. The children thrived on routine, and having one gave me a sense of purpose. Life kept moving, even when I wanted to stand in one place.
“Two hours will be sufficient to seduce you, my dearest Noah,” she said, angling her head to press her mouth with mine.
Slender fingers fanned out, her nails gently raking my skin.
I loved kissing her; if I could, I would bed her in a heartbeat.
However, that wasn’t possible until she was increasing with Oliver’s child.
Sally and I had melded well in the marriage bed, but she had been timid.
Amelia was anything but. I drifted my knuckles down the soft skin of her arm.
She’d touched me not just physically but intellectually, engaging my mind in a way my wife never had.
A large hand glided up my thigh until warm fingers encountered my growing erection. I smiled against Amelia’s lips. He was awake and had decided to join in the seduction.
“More than sufficient, but never sufficient enough,” Oliver said on a laugh. He shifted on the bed, his muscular body pale in the low light of the gas lamp that still burned. Head down, he licked and kissed his way down my torso, his palm fisting my cock.
“Seduction goes both ways. Or, in our case, a ménage à trois,” I said.
“You are always giving to others, let us give to you.” Amelia pressed tiny kisses along my jawline.
Lush curves melted into my side, my love for her growing every second I was around her.
I’d fought any emotional entanglements for fear of being hurt.
Yet the prospect of never finding love again had made me miserable.
My cock in his hand, Oliver began to lick his way around the circumference.
His self-assurance had grown over the past few weeks, and I was happy to see his newfound confidence in action.
Not to be forgotten, Amelia splayed her fingers over my belly and glided them through the thatch of hair between my legs.
Her deft fingers slipped around the base of my cock, holding it for Oliver.
He lifted his eyelids, and sensual eyes locked with mine as he drew his tongue down my length, his scorching mouth encompassing my cock.
A groan escaped from deep in my chest, and I pressed my lips together at the growing sensations.
Amelia began to flick my nipple with her tongue, her lovely mouth sucking on the budded flesh. I slipped a hand through my hair, pulling the strands to stay grounded. She continued her exploration of my chest, each press of her lips an enticement unto itself.
Oliver unrelentingly worked my cock, his mouth gripping the head before he took me deep into his throat once more.
He splayed my arse, and one thick finger breached my center.
Pleasure bombarded me, and I wanted more of what he gave so readily.
I was a fool to have pushed him away for the crime of loving me.
“Amelia, give me a condom please,” Oliver said before he buried the tip of his tongue into my crown, the pearly liquid glistening on his mouth.
Lips rosy and her eyes a sultry honey hue, she retrieved the item from the bedside table, as well as the oil I’d acquired for buggering. He took her hand and wrapped it around my cock. “You can continue where I left off. I have other things I would like to do to Noah.”
“Excellent, I have yet to taste Noah.” With a seductive wink, Amelia straddled my chest, her tongue replacing Oliver’s, and she teased me with the sight of her glistening pussy.
I traced my finger along her sleek folds, finding the swollen nub and massaging it.
She rocked into my hand, eager for more.
I wanted to give her everything she asked for and more.
Her hair brushed my leg as she ran her tongue up and down my cock.
He got off the bed and, donning a condom, he slicked up his cock with the oil, his face flushed with need.
My body caught on fire as he lifted my legs until my ankles rested on his shoulders.
I swallowed in anticipation, time fading into the background.
He grasped my thighs, bringing me to the edge of the bed.
The thick head of his cock pushed into me, his face and neck reddened from his seduction.
I slipped a finger into her pussy, as Amelia continued to lick and suck her way along my length.
He began to plunge into me, hips rolling.
With every thrust, my own need grew. I had two hours to be with them before I had to leave.
Well, with Amelia sucking my cock and Oliver fucking, me, I wasn’t sure how much time passed.
I didn’t care. Nothing mattered but the ratcheting desire inside my body.
Heated blue eyes watched me, love and lust in their depths.
To love another man was dangerous in so many ways, yet love him I did, and I sensed I always would.
I gripped Amelia’s hips and brought her lower body to my mouth, licking her pussy.
Her hand on my cock amplified in speed. Her musky scent added to my growing desire to give in to the need for release.
I clutched her arse, sucking on the swollen nub and flicking it with my tongue, her juices flowing over my chin.
She arched her back and melted into my touch.
Oliver’s movements increased until I could no longer hold on.
I spunked hard, my groan of fulfillment echoed by a gasp from her, her pelvis pushing into my caress.
Oliver continued his relentless thrusts, fingers tight on my calves.
Amelia climbed off me and lay beside me.
She watched Oliver with heavy lids, a gleam of satisfaction in her softened features.
My other lover was splendid in his quest to find fulfillment.
His blond hair gleamed golden in the low light from the gas lamp.
He truly was a handsome man with his aristocratic bearing and muscular physique.
Strain showed around his eyes and mouth, tension in every defined muscle as pleasure washed over him.
He placed my legs tenderly on the bed but remained standing where he was, panting, his chest rising and falling.
Amelia yawned, one leg looped around mine. I rested my head on my bent arm, my pulse slowing to a normal rate. The duke and duchess had worn down my defenses until I had to acknowledge the truth, love wasn’t the enemy.
Tilting my chin toward her, Amelia placed a soft peck on my lips. Our eyes met, and she whispered with regret, “I suppose you’ll wish to leave soon.”
Sighing, I closed my eyes. Oliver approached the bed with a wet cloth from the basin and ran it up and over my belly. I met his heavy-eyed stare, barely able to keep my eyelids open. “No, my love, I have no wish to leave.”
“You still have a little over an hour until that time,” Amelia said.
“Indeed, you are right, my love.” Oliver curled up on my other side. The musky scent of desire and soap clung to him, shaking my resolve. “However, Noah has obligations he must see to, thus we shouldn’t make him feel guilty for doing his duty to his children.”
The married couple held me hostage to my own desires. Cocooned in a seductive embrace, I exhaled a resigned breath. Although it pained me to leave my two lovers, my children would require my attention. I was forging a bond with my sons, and that bond was priceless.
“You are right, Oliver. I am sorry, Noah. My nephews take precedence in your life. Kiss them for me and tell them that I love them,” Amelia said, playing a kiss on my lips before she met my gaze. “And I love you very, very much.”
My chest swelled with affection for her. I had put my children first and thought if I focused all of my love and attention on them, I would be whole again. It was the na?ve fantasy of a desperate man grieving the loss of his wife.
“I love you as well. Don’t I deserve a kiss?” Oliver asked with an amused lilt to his voice.
“Indeed you do and more. Yet time is sifting through my fingers, and I can’t do more than kiss you goodbye.” I met his regard before our lips connected. He gripped the nape of my neck, angling his chin to deepen our kiss. The clock chimed the half-hour, breaking us apart.
“I have to leave.” I climbed from the bed and stood on shaky legs.
Amelia sat upright, her pert breasts tempting my resolve to leave. “I will come visit later this morning to see them. Parting is such sweet sorrow,” she said with a mischievous grin.
Oliver scooted closer to his wife and wrapped his arm around her waist. She rested her head against his shoulder.
The couple had come to mean the world to me, and I couldn’t express what their kindness and understanding meant to me.
I’d been adrift in a sea of grief, although I hadn’t been alone.
Amelia suffered with me. She’d given me comfort and the strength to move forward instead of backward.
I strode toward the connecting door when Oliver asked, “You will come back tonight?”
I paused and, glancing at him over my shoulder, I nodded. “There’s no place else I’d rather be.”