Page 7 of His Scandalous Viscountess
“Yes, you can, and we’ll help you,” Linc replied, placing his hands on her hips. “Raise up, sweetheart.”
And she did, rising up a bit. Strong hands lifted her higher, and then let her slide back down. As their cocks slid out and then back into her, she gasped. With each rise and fall they established a rhythm, slowly increasing their pace until the three of them worked together. Wolf and Linc pumped into her arse and quim, while she lifted up and sank back down.
And then Linc leaned forward and sucked one pebbled nipple into his mouth, and she exploded.
Her orgasm slammed into her like one of those new steam locomotives. She screamed out her pleasure, a litany of Wolf’s and Linc’s names, as her body gripped and released them over and over. Had they not been holding her up, she was sure she would have melted into the mattress from pure bliss.
The two men continued pumping into her, working their cocks in a delicious rhythm that pushed her towards yet another climax. This time, the two of them were with her as they all crested the peak. The three of them came together, their shouts of pleasure mingled in a melody of satisfaction. Sated and beyond exhausted, she let sleep claim her before she’d even touched the mattress.
Chapter 3
Wolf sat alone, watching Julia sleep. Linc had slipped away after they’d laid her down. Wolf had remained to see that she was cared for and taken home safely. He also wanted a private word with her. His head spun with questions. Too many questions.
Why had she auctioned herself off?Why risk such a scandal for a pleasure that could have been arranged in a much more discreet fashion? What had she been doing since her husband died?
His stomach cramped as yet another thought occurred to him, even as he discarded it. Of course she hadn’t remarried. She wasn’t the kind of woman who would be at The Market if she had.
He cursed himself for a fool for getting involved with her once more, and then stood. Restlessness drove him to move around the room. Certainly, he had failed her long ago.But hadn’t she failed him as well?Never had she sought him out or tried to discover what had happened that night. Never had she fought for what he’d believed they’d shared. His gut twisted as he unnecessarily straightened a picture on the wall.
It occurred to him that there was every possibility he had been a fool to believe she’d actually loved him once. His father had always been cold and remote, and had never showed him the least bit of affection—which of course made sense, knowing what he did about his own parentage.
And his mother? Well, she could barely look at him, let alone show love or affection.
Moving on from the picture, he headed toward the ever-present crystal decanters and glassware. His nerves were strung tight.Tootight. He needed a drink, and it didn’t matter what time of the morning it was, though he was sure it was still dark out.
And in the ten years since he’d walked away from her?He’d avoided debutantes and other marriage-seeking women. His was a life spent sans female companionship, but for his time spent at The Market. He poured a finger of whisky and slugged it in a single swallow. The alcohol burned through his gut, replacing the tightness with a pleasurable warmth that eased his tension, if only for the next little while.
Without question, his bachelorhood was a state of his own design, but even considering that circumstance, no woman ever seemed totally enamored of him. Not one looked at him with softness or desire beyond the physical. It seemed each of his friends, however, had found themselves the object of a female’s fancy at one time or another, but never him.
Was he so unworthy?
Julia moved on the bed then, rolling and shifting until the covers slipped down, exposing her breasts. For the hundredth time, he crossed to her and pulled the covers back up to shield her modesty, and then sat back down. Not that she’d been concerned about modesty when she’d paraded before a room full of tongue-wagging lords, or later, when she’d been pressed between him and Linc, with their cocks buried deep inside her body.
She moaned in her sleep, mumbling something.
Wolf stilled.
Then she rolled again, tangling the covers around her legs. She whimpered in her sleep and cried out. “No! Please, don’t…”
Wolf was about to cross the room and wake her from whatever nightmare had her in its grip, but she sat up with a gasp. Wide green eyes that a man could get lost in darted about the room. Fear had her face pinched up as she gripped the sheet to her chest.
He sat forward from the shadows so she could see his face. “It’s just me.”
Her shoulders sagged with what he assumed was relief.
“I thought it was another dream.” Her bright green gaze bored into him with surprise and a touch of fear that dissipated the comforting heat in his belly. “But you’re truly here.”
She dreamed of me?
He rose from his chair again. “I am.”
He watched her closely and tried to ignore the knots that had reshaped in his gut.
What would she do next? Would she be embarrassed as her memory returned? Would she claim he’d ruined her? Or perhaps she would merely slink away in embarrassment? Many women did the latter, preferring to pretend that nothing had occurred.
“And Linc?”
She looked around the room for his friend and fellow Lustful Lord.
