Oh Baby

Dukes of Desire 2

Oh Baby Camille, Titus, Knoll, and Mortimer Tremont have made a lasting ménage. Camille is expecting her first child, and excitement reigns in the household as she waits for the brothers to return from a trip. The only problem is that Knoll has found a temptress elsewhere he is not sure he wants to resist, Mia Caldwell. He tells Camille of this, and she gives herself to him body and soul in a hot night in an attempt to get his mind off of Mia. However, when Mia and her mother come to visit, it is clear Mia's intentions are toward marriage. Camille and the Tremont brothers don't trust Mia, and they fight Knoll's noble inclination to save her from poverty, but he gives in and marries her. Mia agrees to join their arrangement, and a night of passion with Knoll, now her husband, ensues. She soon invites the others into her bed, and they find her petite prettiness charming and sensual. Camille's baby is born. Joy fills the house again as harmony is reached and their lust is fulfilled. All is well, but then Mortimer receives a strange visitor who threatens the peace and passion in the household. Genre: Historical, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 20,843 words

OH BABY Dukes of Desire 2

Ella Vines

MENAGE AND MORE

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Chapter 1 Lady Camille Tremont walked in the back garden behind Tremont Hall, complete happiness and anticipation making her heart beat faster. She stopped, putting a hand to her back as the extra weight she carried got to her for a moment. The thought of Titus seeing her after several weeks made her breath come faster, and the further idea of his brothers coming back to the Hall sent a frisson of desire and longing through her body. The baby kicked, and she smiled, running her fingers along her stomach. “Your daddies will be home soon, little one.” A dart of worry ran through Camille at the thought of having been away from her men so long, almost a month. It could not have been helped. They had business to settle and wanted to get it all done in Bath and Cornwall before coming home to settle down with her until the baby’s birth. “Everything will be fine,” she whispered to herself, rounding the side of the Hall, her eyes glued to the cobblestone driveway leading to the front door. The closed carriage rounded the bend, and Camille gasped with delight, hurrying to the front of the house to meet them. Her body sang with desire and joy.

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What a homecoming this will be. **** “I didn’t say I’d tell her immediately.” Knoll’s voice was sharp over the clopping of horses’ hooves up the drive way. “I know, and that’s the least you can do, man.” Titus sneered at him, his disgust evident. “Things happen, brother, things we don’t intend.” “I understand that, but you already have Camille, and she loves you and all of us.” Mortimer frowned. “I know, and I love her, too. I just think things can be different but still wonderful.” Mortimer snorted. “We’ll see what she thinks about that.” A knot of fear grew in Knoll’s chest. What if she rejects me and things don’t work out? “Good luck, Knoll, but please, mind her feelings. I won’t see her hurt.” Titus’s voice came out loudly. “She is my wife in the eyes of the law, after all.” “There she is now. God, she’s gorgeous,” Knoll whispered, his voice tight and his body coming to life at the sight of her. “Just break it to her gently later this afternoon. We’ll give you some space.” “I will. You have my word,” Knoll said, biting his knuckles as his cock stirred at the fullness of Camille’s belly. Was what I felt in Bath even real? When he looked at Camille, he wasn’t sure, and he didn’t know what to do about it. **** Titus leaped out of the carriage as soon as it stopped, running to Camille and pulling her into his arms. Tears of joy slid down his cheeks, and he saw her gray eyes watering, too.

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“I’ve missed you so much, love. Let’s go to bed.” Camille giggled, pressing against him as he groaned. “I’m going to burst right here if I wait any longer. I’ve held out for days thinking about you. Some nights it was too difficult to do, though when I pictured you—” “Shh.” She put her finger to his lips. “I know.” Titus let her go reluctantly as Knoll and Mortimer crowded in, both chastely kissing her hand. They kept up the act in front of the servants, though Titus figured all of them knew about the strange arrangement the Tremont men kept with Titus’s bride. “Let’s go inside, wife.” Titus steered her, his hand on her lower back. “Let’s. Are you hungry?” “No,” all three of them answered together, and Titus felt his cock press against his breeches, insistent in its wants. All the beauties he had seen elsewhere had paled in comparison to his memories of Camille, and the reality before him held up to his mind’s imaginations. Camille took her time going upstairs, and he ground his teeth, his breathing harsh. “Let’s go, woman. I need you now.” “I’ll second that,” Mortimer whispered, his voice gravelly with desire. **** Before they got to her chamber, their hands were on her, and Camille’s breathing grew rapid and harsh. Mortimer pushed her back on the bed, his hands up her gown. “No time to take this off.” He grunted and looked at his brothers and then at Camille. “I want your cunt, Camille, if that’s amenable.” “Yes,” she whispered as his hands rubbed up and down her thighs.

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“I’ve been thinking about your sweet tits, Camille. I need to be between them.” Knoll’s assertion made her catch her breath as he moved to the bed and lay beside her. “I guess that leaves me with your sweet mouth, Camille.” Titus laughed softly as he slid out of his breeches and knelt beside her on the bed, his cock hard against his torso. “Yes, give me all of it.” She smiled, her cunt slippery already. Mortimer stepped out of his breeches, and Camille admired his muscled, dark body. His brutish good looks made her suck in her breath with arousal. It had been too long. “I can’t wait, so I’m just going to put my cock in you, slut. I know you want it anyway.” She nodded, excited at how he talked dirty. Camille had missed it, though it was still new territory. The head of his prick nudged her opening, and Camille moaned. She could count on Mortimer’s large cock to fill her. Knoll frowned as he looked at her belly. “Oh, I didn’t think. Is this a smart idea? I don't want to...” Camille laughed. “It’s fine. You can hover over me and do the best you can.” “Sounds good to me, love.” He straddled her and sat lightly above her stomach. “How’s that? Is it pleasing to you? If not, tell me.” “Wonderful.” Titus rubbed her cheek with his long cock, and Camille moaned, taking the head into her mouth. “Sweet heavens, Camille. I’ve missed you.” He stroked her hair, sucking in breath as she twirled her tongue around him, teasing him. Knoll pulled something out of his pocket and grinned. “Olive oil.” He poured some out of a vial between Camille’s breasts, and she moaned at the oily sensation. Knoll rubbed it between her breasts and over her nipples until she whimpered with desire. “Yes, I’m going to burrow between your lovely tits with my long cock.” Camille closed her eyes as lust washed over her. Mortimer plunged into her cunt with his cock, filling her. He was

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the thickest of his brothers, and she reveled in the sensation. “You missed my cock, didn’t you, my sweet wench?” “Yes,” she whispered, letting Titus’s prick fall out of her mouth for moment before her husband nudged it back in with a moan. Knoll slid his shaft into the tight cleft between her breasts. “Camille, I’m enjoying your breasts. Look how large they are now. I won’t be able to hold out long.” He fondled them as he slid up and down, his rigid member caught tightly between them. Titus pushed his cock deep into her throat, and Camille almost gagged. It had been a while since she had sucked a man off. “Take it, princess. You like that?” She nodded, moaning as Mortimer’s fingers found her button. He rammed into her cunt, grunting with effort. “I’ve missed your enthusiasm for my cock so much.” He thrust in and out of her wetness, intent on his pleasure as he looked into her eyes. She shivered with arousal. I’m going to come now, Camille.” He pushed into her, gripping her hips tightly as he shouted her name. His wetness flowed out of her as he pulled out of her cunt and went to work on it with his fingers. “How is it feeling, girl?” “Good...just different this far along, I think.” She let Titus’s cock slip out of her mouth for a moment. Her clit buzzed, but it seemed to take a bit more stimulation to bring her to orgasm than it had before pregnancy and during its early phase, though her libido was higher. “That’s fine. I’ll just work harder.” Titus slid his prick back into her mouth, thrusting faster. “Oh, Camille. Your mouth feels so good and tight. I’m going to come. Will you swallow it?” Titus’s voice was hoarse. She lifted her eyebrows as if to say she would, her mouth full of his cock. Titus went stiff and bellowed as he shot his hot load into her mouth. Camille choked a bit, and he lifted her head off the bed as she

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swallowed it down, moaning. Titus pulled his cock out of her mouth and lay beside her, stroking her face and lips. “Sweet Camille. I’m so glad to be back.” “I missed you desperately,” she said, tears filling her eyes. He took her hand and massaged her breast with the other. Camille whimpered as Mortimer’s mouth closed around her button, and his fingers worked inside her cunt. “Come for me, slut. Think about my cock when you do.” His words set her clit aflame, and she spasmed against his fingers, a sobbing sound ripping from deep within her chest at the force of her orgasm. Knoll’s breathing grew harsh against her chest, and she watched a drop of pre-cum fall from the tip of his dick. “Come for me, Knoll. I love the way your cock looks between my breasts.” He moaned at her words and stopped, gripping her tits tightly around his cock as cum shot out on Camille’s breasts and neck. “Camille, oh, Camille,” he muttered, climbing off of her and getting a handkerchief from her nightstand to wipe her off gently. “So, you all missed me, I take it?” They laughed, and Titus rubbed her belly as Mortimer massaged her calves. “Tell me all about it.” They talked until late into the night. When her lady’s maid, Brilla, brought up trays, she blushed and didn’t say a word at the three men in bed with Camille. Camille noticed Knoll’s unusual lapses into silence and caught him staring out her chamber window more than once as if looking for someone or thinking about someone absent. Titus finally kissed her and excused himself, saying he needed to talk to the butler and see how things were after the long absence. Mortimer made a similar excuse. Camille sensed something was going on deep in her gut. “Tell me what’s troubling you,” she whispered softly as Knoll

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came to lie on the bed next to her, moonlight pouring through the windows as Brilla came in to light sconces and candles on the nightstand.

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Chapter 2 “I don’t know how to say this.” He stroked her naked belly as she lay under the sheet, and he crawled in beside her. Lying with her like this in the middle of the day felt like pure decadence. His heart squeezed with what he had to say. “Just say it. I’m a grown woman, and I can handle whatever you need to tell me.” Camille touched his smooth face. “I met someone in Bath.” He looked into her eyes, hoping to see a reaction. “I see.” Camille’s face gave away nothing of her feelings. “It wasn’t like that.” He took her hand. “I was attracted to her, but nothing happened beyond flirtation at the bath house. That was all. I couldn’t do that to you, Camille.” The unspoken thing was his brothers would have killed him, but he felt sure she knew that. Her shocked glance downward pained him. “I'm upset. I can try to understand, but it's not easy, Knoll. The three of you pursued me, after all, not the other way around.” He nodded, touching her shoulder and wishing he could take his words back, but knowing it was too late to change anything. “I don’t know if it’s fair to ask you to give up your prospects for me. After all, I do have a husband, Titus, and this was an experiment in the beginning for you and Mortimer, wasn’t it?” Camille's voice was brittle, and her words belied the fierce narrowing of her eyes. Knoll put his head in his hands, and Camille turned toward him, brushing his chest with her breasts. His cock jerked in reaction. It amazed him how quickly his body responded to hers. She was one of

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the most alluring women he had ever seen. “I don’t know about prospects, Camille. She did make me wonder about marriage and a future, though, and I’ve never wanted that with any other woman, not marriage, I mean.” “I suppose what we have isn't even close.” She glanced away from him. “I didn't mean that.” “I know you didn't. Forget it. Tell me more about her. What’s her name?” Knoll could hardly think with Camille’s erect nipples pressing against his chest. She had moved closer to him on the bed, even as she gazed away from him into the distance. “Mia Caldwell.” The name aroused an image of a dark-haired beauty as tiny as Camille was curvaceous. Her breasts had pressed up like small fruits from the bosom of her dress. Camille’s own were ripe and large, but something in Mia’s more delicate frame was also attractive. “Lovely name,” Camille purred, and Knoll stiffened. Women and their wiles. She’s trying to seduce me. The thought wasn’t unpleasant to him, but he felt dirty somehow with his mixed loyalties. “Yes.” His cock pressed into her large belly, and he wanted her in spite of the image of Mia in his head. “Do you think you will see her again?” “I’m not sure. I won’t run into her as long as I’m here at Tremont Hall.” “Thank you for being honest with me, Knoll.” Camille kissed his lips, tugging the bottom one slightly, eliciting a moan from him. Her voice poured over him like bitter honey. “I had to be. I love you, Camille.” “So you say. Anyway, attraction is only attraction. It’s perfectly normal as any woman knows.” She laughed, but there was no mirth in the sound. “Acting on it is the problem, and I don’t plan to lose you or

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your brothers to any woman, Knoll.” Camille’s words were soft, but Knoll heard the hard edges around them. His erection grew painful as she ran her fingers lightly over his back. “I’m not planning to be lost. It just scared me, and I don't want to lie to you.” “Don’t be afraid. Just think of me when you get scared. Is my body enough to keep you faithful?” “I do love you, Camille. I just don't know about the rest.” He swallowed, seeing her jaw set in a hard line. Then she gazed at him, a small smile curving her full lips. “You can do as you wish to me tonight, Knoll. I’m yours, and I want to fulfill your fantasies.” Big gray eyes held his, and he moaned with desire at her words. Mia’s face blurred in his mind. “What I want you to do now, Knoll, is make love to me, but I want you to think of Mia now and whenever you need to do so. It’s fine with me.” Camille kissed him again, taking his breath away. “Yes.” His voice came out a hoarse rasp. The woman was mad. What woman would say such a thing? He knew the answer, a woman who meant to own him body and soul and knew she had a rival. “Now, do with me what you will.” Camille licked her lips. He wasn’t sure at first that he could do that with Camille’s body, obviously pregnant and far from petite, but he decided to try. Knoll’s arousal demanded release. “Can you turn on your side? I want to spoon you from behind.” He didn’t want to see her face, but he did plan to fantasize, even though it felt strange. “Certainly.” She turned away from him, the luscious curve of her hip rising up as she lay there. His breath caught at the fullness and sensuality of her bottom. He had never wanted a woman so much, and try as he might, Mia’s face fled his mind. Knoll knew that had been Camille's intention all along. He moved his hands around her body, cupping her breasts and

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tweaking her nipples. Her whimper of desire shot through him, straight to his dick. “I’m not going to wait for your arousal, Camille. I’m going to take you right now.” “Mmmm. As you wish.” Her moan made him suck in a breath as he shoved two fingers into her wet cleft. Knoll spread her pussy open wide as she positioned herself over his cock. He pushed into her savagely, a guttural moan escaping his lips. He stayed there a moment, still inside her, and tried to think of Mia, but there was only Camille. “Camille, I love you.” He said the words like a prayer, meaning them with every fiber of his being. There was no one for him but her, not at that moment. He only hoped his heart believed it. “I love you, too, Knoll, forever. No matter what.” He slammed in and out of her tight cunt, grunting with effort as he gripped her full breasts, massaging her nipples as he could. “Oh, Knoll. Give it to me deeper. How I've missed you.” Her words set him on fire, and he impaled her on his cock, driving as far inside her as he could. She writhed against him, and his orgasm rose in him. “Camille, oh, Camille, I’m going to come inside your tight cunt.” “I know. Come for me.” Her voice demanded action. He rammed inside her once more, his cock exploding with sensation. He felt as if he had hit a brick wall while running at full speed. “Camille, Camille...” he gasped to regain his breath. “Feel better?” She looked at him over her shoulder, a small smile curving her lips. “Yes.” And he did. His infatuation with Mia seemed silly compared to the bliss he had just experienced with a woman who loved him and his brothers. “I’m glad.” He slid out of her tight spot with a moan, and she turned toward him, kissing his lips.

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“Do you want to come, Camille?” She laughed. “Believe it or not, I just want to sleep with you beside me. Don’t leave, Knoll.” Her gray eyes glowed in the candle light, and fierce love rose up inside Knoll like none he had ever known. “I won’t. I’ll be here when you wake up.” They settled into sleep, Knoll’s mind at rest. **** Mortimer woke them up the next morning with a loud knock and bellow at the door. “What is it?” Knoll asked hoarsely. “I think you need to get dressed and get downstairs.” Mortimer’s voice was like a storm threatening. “I’ll be right there.” Camille yawned, stretching and wondering what the big deal was. A pit of unease grew in her stomach. She knew it was something to do with Knoll's revelations from the night before. The thought of them made her clench her fists until it hurt. Knoll gave her a quick kiss and left. She pulled the rope for Brilla, and the lady’s maid showed up quickly. “Please get me dressed as soon as you can. Any sack dress will do.” Camille’s breath came fast with worry and agitation. “Yes, my lady. Please calm down. It's not good for the wee one that you're upset.” Brilla put Camille's peach sack gown on with expert fingers, her eyes showing concern in the mirror. “I’m fine. I promise. I'm just in a hurry this morning.” After her hair was swept up casually on her head, Camille hurried out of the chamber and eased down the stairs on quiet feet. Each day made her body more cumbersome, and she panted with the effort of being quiet. Something was going on, and she wanted to know what it was.

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“Your grace, we wanted to pay a social call to let you know we were in London.” An older woman with an outlandish hat on stood in the entryway next to a ravishing creature. Camille knew the younger woman was Mia Caldwell, even before anything else. She wore an exquisite lavender gown, her gleaming black hair piled high on her head. Full lips, wide brown eyes, and a slight, delicate build completed the picture of a living doll. Camille sucked in her breath, closing her eyes. I’m competing with that ravishing creature while I’m seven months pregnant? “Lady Caldwell, Miss Caldwell. Thank you for dropping by. Unfortunately, I am on my way out on business at present. I will pay my respects soon.” Knoll’s voice dripped honey, a sure sign he was lying. Camille breathed in relief as she sat on the last step. The older woman made a response in a voice that showed her unhappiness. A low murmur accompanied her tone, and Camille watched Knoll kiss Mia Caldwell’s hand before the two were shown out of the Hall. Camille hurried back upstairs, knowing the worst thing she could do was show jealousy or act like she knew or cared. Thoughts of a night they had spent together some weeks ago played through her mind. Knoll had been so tender toward her... When she reached the landing, strong arms grabbed her. “Ah, it’s like old times, isn’t it? You’re playing the spy. I have something for you to peep in on.”

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Chapter 3 Camille stifled a laugh as Mortimer pulled her into his chamber. His chest was warm against her palms. “It’s been a while since we had a session.” Camille’s heart sped up at his words. “But, that was a passing arrangement made only to keep you quiet.” “So you are opposed to my tying you up and taking my pleasure?” He unfastened her dress and helped her shimmy out of it. She stood bare in front of him, aware of her changing body, wondering if he still desired her as much as he had. “No.” She spoke in a quiet voice, heat creeping into her cheeks. “Good. Then get on the bed.” The heat in his voice took all thoughts of Knoll out of her mind. He blindfolded her with a silk scarf and tied her wrists to the bedpost. “I’ll be gentle.” Camille appreciated his thought for her and the baby. She knew she could trust Mortimer, even if she wasn't sure about Knoll... She waited for him to touch her. When he did, she didn’t recognize his fingertips, but something else that teased her flesh as he lightly stroked it over her nipples. They hardened into rigidity at the touch of it. “What is that?” she whispered, becoming aroused. “What do you think it is?” She felt him sit beside her on the bed, his thigh warm against her hips. “I don’t know.” She gasped as he ran it along her stomach, following the curves of her body. “Just feel it. Enjoy it. You need to relax.” Mortimer’s voice made

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her sigh. The object traced a soft, tickling trail down to her clit. When Mortimer stroked it over her clit, she gasped and wiggled as fire shot through her. “Feels nice, doesn’t it, my sexy prisoner?” “Yes.” He ran the object over her button several more times until she whimpered, her cunt growing wet. “It’s a feather,” she whispered. “You’re right. While I was away, I thought up such delicious torments to use when I returned.” Camille moaned as he sucked her nipples, squeezing her breasts. They were tender this morning. “Are they sore today?” “Yes, a little.” “I’ll be gentle. Oops. There’s a trickle of colostrum, as I believe they call it, though I'm not a physician.” Mortimer laughed deep in his throat and lapped at her nipple, making her moan as her pleasure turned into need and ache. “Yes.” She knew the men liked her new breasts. She heard Mortimer get off the bed, and Camille wondered what he was going to do. She noted the whisper of his breeches falling to the floor, and her breath caught at the thought of his cock, hard and ready. Camille twisted against her bonds, impatient and aroused. A drawer opened and closed, and she mused on what else Mortimer had planned for her. She gasped as his hand fell on her thigh, hot and insistent. A warm liquid made contact with her cunt, and Mortimer rubbed it all over and into her opening. “Mmm.” She couldn’t stop the loud moan that came out of her. “If you think that feels good, wait until you see what’s coming next.” He laughed. “Oh, that’s right. You can’t see.” Camille grunted in frustration. A large object pushed against her cunt, forcing its way inside.

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“Oh. Oh yes,” she whispered, her body begging for Mortimer to fill her cunt. “Like it?” “Yes.” “It’s large. Are you sure you want it?” “Please, just give it to me.” Mortimer laughed, stroking her thighs. “I’ve missed you, my sweet slut. I’d forgotten just how much you love cocks.” He pushed the object in her cunt more deeply, and Camille guessed it must be a dildo. She had seen one once and heard of them among giggling servants, but her first encounter with one was surprising. “Want more, slut?” Mortimer’s breathing was harsh. “Yes. Please. I need more.” Camille moaned loudly as she squirmed under more of the slick substance on Mortimer’s fingers as he lubed the dildo up and rubbed it against her cunt, teasing her. He slid the dildo in several more inches, and Camille whimpered. She felt his fingers on her clit and thought she would faint from the sensation of it. “I’m going to work your pretty cunt with this dildo until you scream for my cock.” Mortimer slid the dildo out, plunging it back in. “Oh, oh please.” Camille thrashed, but Mortimer leaned over on her thighs, holding her to the bed. Camille heard a sound, but it didn’t register because she was in the throes of passion. “What the bloody hell is going on here?”

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Chapter 4 Titus’s booming voice made her jump, and her heart hitched in her chest. Will he be angry? Camille wasn’t sure if most men engaged in the sorts of things Mortimer enjoyed doing in bed. Mortimer didn’t slow down, and Camille moaned as his fingers worked at her clit. “I’m pleasuring Camille as you can see.” “I think the least you can do is let me join in, seeing as you kept this a secret from me. How long have you been...tying her up?” Titus said the last words stiffly. “Not long. It’s only happened a few times.” “And do you enjoy it, wife?” She heard anger in Titus’s voice and felt ashamed of hiding what she and Mortimer had done from him. In the beginning, it had been the only way since Mortimer had used it against her. “Yes, I do,” she whispered as the dildo slid into her again, and she groaned. “I’m thinking since you enjoy it so much you won’t mind my cock in your mouth.” Camille moaned and shook her head. “Good.” The bed moved as Titus sat near her head, and she heard him pull his breeches down. He turned her head toward him with some roughness, not his usual way of being with her. “Suck it then, slut.” She gasped. His words to her hurt a bit, but she supposed he was only angry. “Titus, I—”

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“I don’t want to hear it. You’ve hurt me.” “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I can explain.” “Do it later.” He shoved the head of his prick between her lips, and she took him in, licking him with her tongue. He moaned and grabbed her hair in his fingers. “All right, cock teaser, are you ready for something else?” Mortimer slid the dildo out, and she felt his cock against her thigh as she whimpered. “Tell me.” “She can’t, Mortimer. Her mouth is full.” Titus slammed his cock all the way down her throat, and she moaned, the depth of him bringing tears to her eyes. In spite of the strangeness of Titus's force and rough manner with her, her arousal grew. Camille felt Mortimer’s thick dick slide into her. He had lubed it, and she appreciated it at that moment after being worked over with the large dildo. His fingers moved on her button. “Can you come again? Is this fast enough?” He spoke softly, and his kindness made a tear trickle down her cheek. She let Titus’s cock fall out of her mouth. “It’s perfect. I’m going to come any second.” Titus shoved his dick back in to her mouth. “Me, too.” He stiffened, hot seed spilling into her mouth. She had no sooner swallowed it down then he slid out of her mouth and got off the bed without another word. “No need to be angry, brother,” Mortimer said, his voice hard. Camille reached her summit of pleasure, shouting as tremors went through her. “So you say.” She heard the door shut. Mortimer grunted, pushing deep between her legs as he came, kissing her breasts. “Camille, oh, Camille. How I’ve missed you.” He untied her, and she fought back tears.

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Mortimer lay beside her in bed and pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair. Camille broke down in tears at his tender touch. “There, there, lass. It’s going to be all right. He just got jealous.” “But I love all of you...” “I know you do, and he does, too. It’s just that he’s your husband in name and shares your bed and your heart in a special way. It hurt him, I'm sure. I'm not your husband, and I'm jealous of you. I shouldn’t have gone behind his back, but you’re so luscious, I couldn’t help myself. And I wasn’t sure Titus would allow it.” Mortimer chuckled as he kissed her cheek. “He obviously liked what he saw.” “I think he did, but he’s never been unkind to me like that.” His roughness stung. “Give him some time, love. He’ll come around. Now, I’m going to let you rest. You look exhausted.” He grinned at her, and she couldn’t help but smile back. “I am. Your arrival back has kept me busy.” “That’s how we planned it.” He kissed her once more on the lips, and she stroked his black hair. “Thank you, Mortimer. I love you.” “I love you, too.” His voice shook with emotion, and he turned away from her. Camille's heart warmed inside her chest at his sincerity. **** She woke some hours later to Brilla’s hand on her shoulder. “My lady, I’ve brought you a cold lunch.” “Thank you.” Camille sat up, and Brilla put the tray on her lap. “I’m ravenous all of a sudden.” She devoured cold beef and chilled vegetables as well as hot, bracing tea. “That’s good, my lady. You must keep your strength up.” Brilla’s mouth twitched with mirth, and Camille knew she wasn’t just

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referring to the baby growing inside her. “I will. Thanks for taking such good care of me, Brilla.” Her lady’s maid laid a hand on her hair. “You’re welcome. It’s my pleasure.” The strong bond the two women shared had helped Camille settle in at Tremont Hall. A knock sounded at the door. “Excuse me, my lady. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.” Brilla curtsied and took the tray on her way out of the room. Knoll walked in, and Camille composed her face into pleasant lines, not wanting him to know she had seen his visitors earlier. “Camille, I want to tell you something. Miss Caldwell is in town. She came by this morning.” “Oh?” “Yes. Apparently she’s here because it’s her season.” Knoll mopped his brow, his black hair lank. “I see.” “I just received an invitation from the Smiths across the way to a picnic tomorrow. It’s late notice. I’m sure the Caldwells will be there.” He dipped his head, not meeting her eyes. “Only you were invited?” He blushed, his fair skin becoming with the color. “No, I mean, we’re all invited.” “Ah, I see. So I get to go on Titus’s arm and pretend I’m nothing to you.” Camille heard her voice break at the end of the statement. “It won’t be like that. We’ll keep to ourselves mostly—the four of us I mean.” “Perfect. Yes, let’s go then. It will give me a chance to meet Miss Caldwell and see how worried I should be.” Knoll smiled, but it wavered. “She’s not anything to me now. I want only you.” “I’m glad to hear it. Just think of our private party back here at the Hall after the picnic. I’m going to remind you of why you want only

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me.” He closed his eyes, and she saw his arousal. Camille let the sheet drop, showing her large breasts to him. He walked toward her. She shook her head. “No. I think we should wait. I want you to want me more than you’ve wanted me for some time by tomorrow.” “Yes.” He blew her a kiss and left. Camille collapsed against the sheets, laughing.

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Chapter 5 The next day dawned breezy and cool with an anemic sun. Camille had sent all the men away from her chamber when they had shown up the night before. She had promised them an evening of fun after the picnic. Brilla helped her dress in a gauzy, flower-dotted white and periwinkle silk de chine dress. She wore her best straw hat and took special care with her perfume and jewelry. “My lady, you’re a vision.” Brilla clapped her hands. “I hope so.” Camille grimaced at her reflection, remembering the small, dark temptress who had been in the Hall just yesterday. “Never doubt it. Lord Tremont is a blessed man.” Her eyes twinkled, and Camille gave her a wicked grin back. They were ready for the picnic, and they just needed to walk over the hill and a small distance to get to the neighbors’ sprawling estate. “Are you sure you’re fit to walk?” Knoll’s brow was knit in worry. “I’m certain. At least I’m not carrying the baskets.” She smiled, holding Titus’s arm tightly. He hadn’t spoken more than five words to her so far. The other brothers hung back, not wanting anyone to see them as a group in the way they really were. It would be too much of a scandal, at least this early in the marriage and with a pregnancy already ongoing. Having a baby just months into the marriage made enough tongues wag, though it was quite common. “Titus, are you quite angry with me?” Camille spoke in a whisper, leaning closer to him. “No. I was surprised, though, and a bit jealous.”

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She squeezed his arm. “I understand. It only happened a few times, and it started when you and Knoll were out of town a while ago. Mortimer had guessed my secret...about the baby, I mean. And that was his way of getting what he wanted from me in exchange for him keeping silent until I got ready to tell you.” “And you didn’t wait long?” “No, I told you a day later.” She leaned over, kissing his cheek. “Thank you, Camille. I can understand how that must have been difficult for you. Mortimer is such a cad.” He smiled, and Camille was relieved to see him relax. “That he is.” “But do you...do you enjoy it, sweetheart?” Her heart dipped at the endearment. How she loved him! “Yes, I do actually.” “Did you like it when I joined in?” “Yes.” Camille blushed, heat traveling through her body. “Ah.” He cleared his throat. “Let’s not speak of it more now, or I’ll want to return to the Hall and skip this silly picnic.” Titus roared with laughter. “I agree with you, my sweet, but I have ideas now.” “Oh do you?” She tilted an eyebrow his way as the neighboring estate came into view. “Yes, I do.” “Wonderful.” He stopped and kissed her full on the mouth. “My precious princess. How did I live without you for so long?” She closed her eyes, surrendering to his tenderness. “All right, lovebirds. Let’s get a move on. The party’s down there over the hill.” Mortimer’s voice was rough with jealousy, and as he passed Camille, he grabbed her bottom through the sack dress. “Mortimer! You must behave today.” “I’ll try.” He grinned as they walked toward the party.

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Camille grew serious as they reached the group assembled on blankets. Her eyes rested on Mia Caldwell. The younger woman was a vision in a rose-hued sack gown with rosettes along the bodice. A baby-pink colored ribbon in her long, black hair completed the lovely picture. She had no hat on, and her hair gleamed in the tepid sunlight. Jealousy and fear ran through Camille, but she tried to keep it down. The young woman was not to be hated just because she found Knoll Tremont attractive. Any unmarried female would, with his looks and fortune. Camille met Mia Caldwell and saw a knowing in her eyes. Does everyone suspect? Certainly even in a trustworthy house of servants, one or two would be insatiable gossips. By the sly look in the other woman’s eyes and her cool greeting, Camille thought she knew about the strange arrangement at Tremont Hall. Any person of good breeding would have been shocked and scandalized, but it would likely only fuel most young ladies’ desires for marriage to said daring nobleman. Mia Caldwell wasted no time securing Knoll’s arm for a walk, and he threw a helpless backward glance at Camille. She smiled at him as if in perfect peace with the arrangement, but her fists balled up on the blanket. “Are you feeling well, Camille?” Mortimer’s eyes danced with mischief. “Yes, quite well.” “Why don’t we take a walk down by the lake since Knoll is engaged in conversation with that tramp?” His voice was less question than command. Gratification washed over Camille at his hateful tone toward Mia Caldwell. “Let’s.” Camille put her hand out, and he helped her up. They walked down to the shoreline, her arm lightly in his. She knew they had a look of utmost propriety, and the thought made her giggle in spite of her unsettled feelings. “What is it, my minx?” Mortimer stopped, turning toward her.

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“The thought of us here together like this and most not knowing...” “Ah, yes. But I do have the impression Miss Caldwell knows. I don't like her, and I don't plan to welcome her into our arrangement without a fight. Do you, Camille?” Mortimer gazed into her eyes, and she glanced away, not wanting him to read her insecurity. “I think you’re correct about her knowing, and no, I don't like her. Why would I? She has bewitched Knoll. We Tremonts must be the gossip of London drawing rooms and beyond for her to have found out so quickly. ” “Don’t worry, Camille. She hasn’t anything on you. You’re a rose in full bloom, and she’s but a tightly closed bud. I'll see to Knoll and his ridiculous fancies.” His jaw clenched. Camille rolled her eyes at the metaphor, ignoring his blustering about his brother. “I’m certainly in full bloom.” “That you are, and so luscious. Let’s go toward the woods.” “Mortimer,” she whispered, laughter in her voice. They walked at a sedate pace, but her breath came fast at the thought of what he was planning. Mia and Knoll had walked the other way, and she wondered what they were doing. “Here we are, safely covered.” He pushed her against a tree and hiked her skirts up roughly. “Mortimer...what if?” “No one is coming. Let me take my pleasure now, and I’m going to take it again later. I woke up hard, thinking about you. Our homecoming didn’t sate me.” Camille moaned softly at his words, feeling her inner thighs slipping together. He pulled his hard cock out of his breeches, not bothering to take them down all the way. Mortimer lifted her slightly, impaling her on his rigid member. She gasped, and he put a hand over her mouth. “Shh. We don’t

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want the neighbors to hear.” Camille giggled at that until he rammed into her, eliciting a whimper from her. The idea of being caught aroused her, and she put her hands around his hips, urging him on. His shirt and skin against her button sent tingles through her, and she hovered on the edge of climax. “I’m going to come inside your sweet cunt. You’re such a whore, Camille, and I love it.” His voice was rough, and she closed her eyes with lust. “Ummm. I love your cock, Mortimer.” “I know you do. You’re always amenable to taking it.” He stiffened and spilled into her with a low grunt. A moment later, pleasure pulsed through her, leaving her cunt clenching repeatedly afterward. Mortimer put his cock back in his breeches and helped her straighten herself up. He kissed her nose, and they got back into their roles of brother and sister. They walked back to the picnicking party with big grins on their faces. Camille noticed right away that Knoll was still not back. “I guess that walk is taking a while,” she muttered under her breath as Titus settled back down beside her on the blanket. He fed her a grape, and she realized she was ravenous again. “Hey now. What is it? You don’t really think...” Titus’s words trailed off, and Camille raised her eyebrows. “Why not? She’s gorgeous, and I look like a stuck pig.” Titus sucked in his breath. “Knoll would never do that. He gave you his word, and he gave us his word as well. And you do not look like a stuck pig. I don’t ever want to hear you say that again.” He gave her a stern look, his brown eyes flashing. She laughed. “I won’t. And soon I won’t look like this anyway.” “Ah, there he is,” Mortimer said, over her shoulder. Knoll gazed into Mia Caldwell’s eyes, and the flush on his face could not be mistaken. “I’ll be damned,” Mortimer whispered, swearing under his breath.

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“She’s really working to wrap him around her finger, isn’t she?” Titus said, his voice quiet. “Looks like she’s succeeding,” Camille stated. “And I’m ready to leave. Let’s go.” She stood up, leaving the Tremont brothers staring at each other.

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Chapter 6 Camille said her good-byes, a smile plastered on her face. She didn’t look back to see if Knoll was joining their group or not. “Let’s go.” Her voice trembled as she turned away from the crowd of picnickers. They walked up the hill, both brothers working to keep pace with Camille. She huffed and puffed, but she wanted to get away from the scene she had left behind. After Knoll’s words and promises the night before, her heart felt broken. Who are you to expect to keep three men at your beck and call? A voice in her head mocked her. After all, you had to know Knoll would want to marry eventually, and so will Mortimer. This arrangement, however lovely, cannot last forever. It’s doomed to conventionality as all such relationships since the beginning of time have been. There is a reason no one hears of a marriage triangle or similar foolishness. She took a deep breath as Titus grabbed her arm. “Camille, slow down right now. This isn’t good for the baby.” “I’m pregnant, not an invalid.” She slowed her pace just a bit so Titus could keep his hold on her arm. “Did he follow us?” “No, the devil take him!” Mortimer swore. “I’m sure he’s just making his good-byes. You can’t really believe—” Titus said, and Mortimer interrupted. “I can believe! He’s a fool. That slip of a girl is working to make him a husband. She’s nothing but a fortune-hunting whore. She and her mother have nothing, and you can be sure they both want her to make a match with a Tremont.” He breathed out with a huff. “Ah, Mortimer, perhaps not.” Titus's tone was gentle.

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“Are you bewitched by her too, then, brother?” Mortimer stopped, poking a finger in Titus's chest. “I am not, but I give her and him the benefit of the doubt.” “I see. I don't.” Mortimer sniffed and turned away as they walked on. A tear slid down Camille’s cheek, and she sighed with relief when the Hall came into view. “Don’t worry, love. He won’t do it,” Titus said, but his voice trembled. “He’s always been a fool. Don’t be too sure, Titus.” Mortimer stopped, stepping in front of Camille now that they were by the Hall and out of view of party goers. “I make my solemn vow to you, Camille Tremont, that I shall never let you go. I swear it.” He kissed her hand, and she saw tears in his eyes. Titus kissed her cheek. “I have sworn the same, and I still do. You are my wife now and forever.” “Thank you. I love you both so much. You’re my life.” She broke into tears. “Let’s go to bed, Camille.” Mortimer’s voice trembled with passion, and she nodded, a frisson of lust running through her. There was no better feeling than being loved by two men who had promised all. Nothing better than being loved by three such men, that was. The thought made her want to cry again, but she put on a brave smile as Titus helped her inside. They went upstairs without a word, and the two brothers stripped her down. “Let’s sponge you off. You must be hot and exhausted, sweet princess.” Titus brought the wash basin and sponge over. Mortimer found a towel in a drawer and spread it on the floor. “Stand here, Camille, and we’ll take care of you.” She stood near the bed, her eyes closed. She realized she was exhausted, achy, and emotional. Titus began with her hair, kissing it and running the sponge over

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her damp forehead. She moaned with pleasure. “Feel good?” “Yes. It’s amazing. Thank you.” He kissed her mouth, squeezing water down her neck, cool between her breasts. She sighed and closed her eyes. Mortimer started at her feet, running a handkerchief over them as she sighed. “Do you want to sit down? You might be more comfortable.” Camille nodded, wanting to take the burden off her aching feet. She sat cross-legged and awkward, exhaling with relief. Mortimer rubbed her legs with the cool water and handkerchief as she moaned. She heard his breathing grow faster. “You’re so beautiful, Camille. Your neck is like a graceful swan’s.” Titus murmured the words into her ear as he ran the dripping sponge down her back, eliciting a groan of pleasure from her. “Thank you, Titus.” She closed her eyes, letting herself go to sensation as he kissed her neck, his tongue teasing her, hot and wet. His hands ran through her hair as he untangled it with his fingers, letting it flow down her back. Mortimer moved closer to her after dipping the handkerchief into the basin and wetting it again. “Now I’m going to give some attention to these gorgeous breasts of yours.” He moved the damp handkerchief over her nipples, and they sprang to attention. “I love your tits, Camille. You’re luscious pregnant.” His gaze scorched her skin, and she moaned with arousal as his mouth found her nipples and he sucked and teased each breast in turn. Behind her, Titus rubbed her back with the sponge, easing away the stress of the picnic and her worry about where Knoll was and what he was doing with Mia Caldwell. She felt his fingers at the crack in her bottom, and she whimpered as he wet her there and slid his finger lower. “I have an idea, brother.” His voice shook with lust.

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“Yes? I like ideas.” Mortimer fondled her breast, looking up at Titus and sliding a finger into her slippery cunt. Camille groaned loudly, unable to stop herself. “I was thinking we could lie down together on the bed, make sure Camille is comfortable, and penetrate her from behind and front.” “Oh.” Camille sighed at the thought, her pussy clenching. “What say you, Camille?” Mortimer pushed two fingers inside her, his thumb nudging her clit. She trembled and held on to his shoulders. “Yes, please don't stop.” She spoke through clenched teeth. The men helped her up, and Mortimer kissed her long and slow, his cock hard against her through his breeches. They lay her down on the bed, and both of them stripped. She watched Mortimer through heavy lidded eyes. Camille felt so tired, yet so aroused. She heard Titus open a drawer. “I bought some scented oil for us to use. It was in a shop in Bath, and I got hard just thinking about what I could do with it. It was misery, Camille.” He laughed, slipping into bed behind her. “I’m sure it was.” She smiled, feeling loved and safe. Thoughts of Knoll threatened, but she pushed them aside, determined to enjoy the moment with her two lovers. Mortimer worked at her clit with his finger as he kissed her slowly and deeply. “I love how you want it in both holes at once. You’re such a dirty mama, Camille.” “Umm.” She moaned at his words, her clit tingling at the circles he made over it. “I’m going to make you come once before I even get inside you.” Camille pressed against his fingers, her orgasm hovering just beyond reach. She flinched as Titus rubbed sweet scented oil into her crack. She tilted her bottom toward him, enjoying the warm sensation and his gentle finger inside her canal. “How does that feel?”

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“Wonderful.” Mortimer kissed her, his hands still working as she bucked against him with a cry of release. “I love to hear you come, my minx.” He positioned his cock near her opening, and she reached down, grasping him in her hand, wanting to touch his heat. “Camille, bloody hell. How can you be so tempting?” He slid into her, not taking his time as her hands went around his buttocks. “How can you keep going?” She laughed, kissing him. “I could come more times than twice in a day with you, Camille. You drive me wild.” She squeezed the base of his cock as he slid out of her, and he groaned. “Brother, could you hold up a minute and let me join in?” Titus slid another finger inside her tight hole, and she tensed. “Just relax. You’re so good at this, Camille, and I know you want it.” “You're right. I do.” She smiled, closing her eyes.

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Chapter 7 Titus positioned his cock at her rosebud, his arousal painful. Though his body was only for Camille, his mind threatened to wander to his brother. That good-for-nothing cad. How could he betray Camille and us like this? He tried to wipe Knoll’s face from his mind as he thrust into Camille’s sweet tunnel. “You’re so tight, my bride.” He groaned, his hands on her hips as he slid out slowly. “How does that feel?” “Better every second.” She laughed, and her sweet scent nearly overwhelmed him. Mortimer pushed into her from the front, and they stayed like that for a minute as Camille’s breathing grew harsh. “Are you in pain, love?” Titus asked. “No, I’m in paradise.” Mortimer thrust into her cunt, sending a wave his way, and Titus followed it, sliding inside her as his brother pulled out. Her tightness and warmth drove all else from his mind. He held back his orgasm that threatened to come, moaning with the tightness of his balls. “Brother, I’m going to come.” Mortimer’s voice floated across to him. “Good.” He slid out, holding on to Camille’s hips, his cock poised at her back entrance as she tensed and Mortimer came inside her with a yell. He panted, and Titus oiled his cock again, his balls aching for

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release. “Do you want to come again?” “Yes.” Titus moved his fingers to her clit, rubbing the sweet button and enjoying the slippery feel of her under his fingers. What a lucky man I am. He entered her hole again, reveling in the close fit of her over his cock and her deep groan. His rhythm took over, and she whimpered against his fingers as he thrust one inside her cunt. Plunging inside her tunnel, he felt her tense and clench around his finger over and over again. “Are you feeling no pain now, sweet?” “Yes, oh, yes,” she whispered, grinding into his cock. “I’m going to come. You feel too good for me to hold back anymore.” She looked back at him over her shoulder, and the playful tilt of her mouth and the slickness of her glove-like hole made the world explode around him, everything going red. He pulled out of her, and the three of them lay together. They got quiet, and Titus knew they were all thinking about Knoll. “Do you think it’s over?” Camille whispered, putting her arms around Titus. “What do you mean?” He knew perfectly well what she was asking, but he didn’t want to admit it. “I mean, do you think he’s going to marry her and end what we have?” Her voice shook, and he kissed her forehead. “No, I don’t. I hope not anyway, but many a man has been snared in marriage, especially when a lovely woman is involved and chivalry plays a role.” She sat up on her elbow, looking at him as Mortimer massaged her back. “What does that mean?” He sighed. “I have a feeling if Mia Caldwell is smart, she will employ every weapon in her arsenal to snag Knoll. I’ve heard rumors that her mother is destitute after Major Caldwell’s death. Seems he gambled their money away. That worries me, though as I said, I'm

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willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.” He frowned, and Mortimer snorted. “He’s a bloody fool if he marries her to rescue her from that. I don’t see the great attraction.” Titus laughed. “She is attractive, not my type either, but she made eyes at Knoll for days in Bath. Most men aren’t strong enough to resist a full-on onslaught forever.” He kissed Camille. “I do know he loves Camille, and he’s committed to what we have together. So, I’ll hope the simpleton doesn’t get caught up with her.” **** Camille closed her eyes, tears threatening. The fact that Knoll still hadn’t come back didn’t bode well for his hopes or hers. Night fell, and they all got up to forage for some food. When they got to the dining room, Knoll greeted them. His eyes were red, and his hair stood on end as if he had been running his hands through it over and over. “Well, brother. Fancy meeting you here.” Mortimer raised an eyebrow as he heaped cold meats on his plate. “I was detained with Miss Caldwell.” “Ah, a surprise, that.” Titus’s voice was tight, and Camille wanted to flee the room. Instead, she avoided Knoll’s eyes and put food on her plate from the sideboard. “We need to talk.” Fear filled Camille at Knoll’s tone of voice. **** “I am faced with a difficult decision.” He cleared his throat as Camille sat down first, her face white as death. His brothers sat down, too, frowns lining their features. He avoided Camille’s eyes. Every time he looked at her, and tonight was no exception, he grew more enamored of her. Truth be told, no woman he had ever met held a candle to her, not even Mia

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Caldwell. “Spill it, Knoll.” Titus’s voice held a threat. “The Caldwells are in dire financial straits. Miss Caldwell, Mia, confided in me with tears. It was quite the scene. We had a few moments alone by the river, and I was a shoulder to cry on.” “Ha! You are a sucker, Knoll.” Mortimer bit savagely into a roll. “I know what you’re getting at, but she is piteous. I feel I can do something to alleviate her suffering. They are going to lose their home. Her father left them in a terrible position.” “And you want to play white knight and rescue her and bed her as well, I suppose?” Titus clipped the words out. “How can I turn a blind eye when I could help her so easily? I... we...have so much, and others have so little.” “Do your commitments mean nothing to you?” Mortimer threw his napkin down. “Yes, of course they do, and I love Camille. I don’t enter into this with a happy heart.” “Then don’t do it, man! There must be another way to help her.” Titus gazed at his brother, and Knoll’s heart dipped. “I don’t know if there is. I’m just telling you, I haven’t decided yet, but I’m considering it. It’s for a noble cause.” He rose from the table without a backward glance. “I know what noble cause you mean.” Mortimer laughed, a bawdy sound. “You are wrong, Mortimer, about Mia and about me.” Knoll walked out of the room.

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Chapter 8 The three of them said nothing, finishing their dinner in silence. Camille excused herself, her thoughts spinning in her head. I won’t let you go so easily, Knoll, not for that strumpet. I know she’s not all she appears to be, and she’ll use you. She grimaced as she walked upstairs, her back aching. I’m definitely not in fighting mode with this huge belly and aches and pains, but I’ll have to do. She knew somehow that Knoll would come to her in the night. If human nature held up, he would likely use her body to the full extent while he could, especially if he were marrying a woman he knew little about. Most women, Camille was sure, would not allow their husbands to do the things she did. He’ll not get me so easily anymore. She hatched a plan in her mind, smiling. When she got to her chamber, she rang for Brilla and requested her finest filmy nightdress and her hair done in a becoming fashion. She put rosewater on her wrists. “Please tell Mortimer and Titus I’m not to be disturbed and that I have a terrible headache. If you see Knoll, don’t tell him the same.” Camille smiled at Brilla, and the other woman gave her a quick nod as she left the room. Camille settled in to bed, deciding to get rest while she could. She wanted to have her wits about her if Knoll showed up later as she figured he would. **** Knoll Tremont paced around his chamber.

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Blast it. That went terribly. And the worst thing was he couldn’t get Camille out of his mind. The homecoming and lovemaking with her had been wonderful but far from enough to sate him. He had admired Mia’s breasts and enjoyed it when her body brushed against his as they walked, but his mind was filled with images of Camille. How can I marry someone else? And never lie with Camille again, not stay here with her? The thought brought him misery, and his lust rose. It felt like the last days to be with her, and he didn’t want to miss a moment. His conscience twinged at the idea of using her body. I’m not. I love her. He shook his head, knowing it didn’t make sense. His cock didn’t care at the moment, and he figured no decision was final. After all, he probably wouldn’t marry Mia Caldwell, and the arrangement with Camille was still in place. I need to be with her. His aching hard-on pressed against his breeches, shutting out all other thought. He left his chamber, striding down the hall toward her room. **** Mortimer sighed in frustration at Brilla’s words as she saw him heading toward Camille’s chamber. “What? I just want to see her.” The truth was he wanted to make love to her again. It seemed his appetite for her body and for her presence would never be filled. The time away from her had only made it greater. “She said no to you and the Master seeing her tonight.” Brilla blushed. “I see.” He grinned. “She’s got something up her sleeve. Ah, well. I’ll see her soon enough. “’Night, Brilla.” He wheeled around and went back to his room, smiling the whole

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way. She has a plan to put Knoll in his place, I’d wager. **** Camille ignored the knock at the door. She knew by its rhythm it was Knoll. “Camille, I know it’s late, but can I come in? I need you,” Knoll whispered, and a grin cracked across her face. Let the fun begin. “Yes, but I am tired.” She heard the door open as she faced away from it, smiling in spite of herself. Knoll slid into bed beside her, radiating heat. He put his arms around her, almost reaching around her belly. “I just want to sleep,” she murmured, feigning a tiredness she didn’t feel. “That’s fine.” He spoke into her ear, kissing her neck as he did so. His hard cock pressing against her bottom belied his words. She knew what he was there for, and he was going to find out things had changed. “Umm, that feels nice” she murmured, hoping to get him stirred up further. I’m going to make him decide soon enough. He moved his hands over her chemise-clad breasts. “You feel so good, Camille. I love the fullness of your breasts.” “Thank you.” She moved against him, trying to make it seem accidental, and she heard him moan deep in his throat. His breath came fast near her ear as he sucked on her neck. Camille stifled a moan, her own arousal growing. It wasn’t worth giving in this time or at least giving in all the way. “I missed you today. All I’ve thought about tonight was getting inside your cunt, seeing your hair down like it is now.” He grasped her curls in his hands, his hard length painful against her backside. “Really? I'd have thought you had other concerns.” She kept her

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tone light. “I swear it.” She smiled, saying nothing as his fingers worked over her nipples, tweaking them through the chemise. When one hand moved down her body and hiked the chemise up, she grunted. “I am dreadfully tired, Knoll.” “I need you so much, Camille.” His words were strained as his fingers moved over her wetness. “I can feel you want me, too. I’ll do everything. You just lie back and rest.” She stifled a giggle. His fingers slid into her cunt as he stroked with his thumb. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. He could give, but he wasn’t getting tonight. Camille moaned with pleasure, and he whispered endearments into her ear as she turned toward him and his fingers worked their magic. She rubbed her hand against his breeches, and he grunted as she kissed him, flicking her tongue over his. Her orgasm rushed to meet her, and she gave herself to it, whimpering and arching against his fingers. “Camille, oh, you’re so tempting. All I think about is you.” She kept her face neutral. How could he even say that after his admission early that evening? Camille stroked his cock through his breeches for another minute, kissing his neck until she could tell he was worked up. When he went to stand and take them off, she yawned. “I think that’s it. I’d like my bed to myself tonight. Good night, Knoll.” She pulled the covers over her body, not looking at him. “But...” “But nothing. Get out. I won’t share my bed with a man who isn’t committed to me body, heart, and soul. Your brothers are. Until you own your commitments honestly and don’t lie, don’t come to my chamber for pleasure again. I don’t want it from you now, and you won’t get it from me.” “Camille, I...”

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“I won’t be your whore. Just because the three of you share me with my consent doesn’t mean I’ll share you with your future wife. You must think I’m a fool, and she is, too.” She bit her words off, angry. “I don’t. I promise you, I love you.” “Prove it. Tell the little money-grubbing slut you don't want her.” “Camille, have you no pity for her plight and for my wish to help her?” She turned toward him, her lips trembling. The sight of him in the moonlight, his shiny black hair over one eye, made her heart skip in her chest. For a moment, she wanted to open her arms and have him in her bed. “No, I don’t. She could have any man in London or the whole of England, yet she wants you. Why should I pity her? Leave me now.” Her tone brooked no argument, and the door closed after him. A tear slipped on to her pillow, but Camille knew she had done the right thing. She wouldn’t give her body or heart to a man she couldn’t trust to reserve his love for her only. **** Knoll stalked back to his chamber, his hard cock aching with the need for release. “Bloody hell,” he whispered under his breath. Lust raged in him, and he could still feel and smell Camille on his fingers. He slammed into his room, taking his clothes off. His hard dick sprang up against his pelvis, and he sighed as he climbed in to bed. He didn’t want to touch himself. There had been too much of that on the trip away from Camille with the temptation of Mia Caldwell with her big eyes and firm, sweet bust. Knoll groaned, punching his pillow. His balls hurt, and his erection demanded action. He reached into his drawer, taking out the oil he had used on Camille earlier. As he

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slathered it on his hard cock, his thoughts turned to her, to how she had felt against him in bed. “Camille.” His voice was a moan as he covered his shaft with oil. Blood pounded in his head. I’m going to have to decide. I want Camille, but I don’t know if I can hurt Mia if she needs me. His cock didn’t listen to reason and remained rigid against his hand as he stroked it slowly up and down, thinking of Camille’s moans and whimpers as he had touched her and brought her to orgasm. Not having her felt like pain, and his release was explosive and numbing. He gasped as cum shot out of his cock onto the sheets. He felt relieved, but the pleasure was muted, nothing like it was inside Camille’s mouth, cunt, or bottom. Knoll moaned, cleaning himself off. How long can I bear being away from her?

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Chapter 9 Camille awoke refreshed and happy. She knew her plan was working. A knock on the door took her by surprise. It was Mortimer. “I wanted to come last night, but Brilla told me no.” “That’s right. I was busy.” “I bet you were, minx. Set my brother straight.” He winked at her, peeling his breeches off and climbing into bed with her. She embraced him, kissing him deeply. She ached for his cock inside her. Titus slipped into the room, not bothering to knock. “Did you hear us?” Mortimer laughed, his rigid dick pressing against her large stomach. “I did, brother, and I wanted to join you.” Camille winced as he climbed into bed. Her back was stiff, and she had pain in her back when she moved too quickly. “Are you all right, love?” Titus kissed her, pulling the chemise off over her head. “I feel fine. I'm just huge. Could you be gentle with me?” She batted her eyelashes at him, and he sucked in his breath. “Yes.” He gave Mortimer a look. “Scoot down to the end of the bed, princess. I’m going to take care of you.” Mortimer shoved the sheets out of the way, helping her get to the end of the bed. Titus removed his pants, his cock long and ready. “I’ll take your mouth, love, if that’s okay with you. I want to come on your tits,” Mortimer said. “Oh, yes.” Her murmur made him grunt. ****

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Knoll watched at the door where he had it open enough to see what was going on. His breathing sped up, and he rubbed his hard cock through his breeches. He had heard voices earlier and knew where his brothers would be. He would have been there with them if not for Camille’s stubbornness. The servants wouldn’t be upstairs at this time of the morning, knowing the family wanted privacy unless they were summoned, so he had no worries about anyone seeing him peeping or touching himself. He watched Titus thrust into Camille, and he envied his brother. Camille took Mortimer’s dick into her mouth, and he imagined the feeling he knew so well. “Bloody hell,” he whispered, fists clenched in agony. Titus reached his climax, bringing Camille close behind him, and he scowled at their glistening bodies. I am such a fool. What am I thinking? I could have her or marry a woman I hardly know who most likely will be nothing like Camille. I know I don’t love Mia Caldwell. I pity her and find her lovely. As Mortimer shouted in orgasm, he turned away from the door, his heart heavy. When he reached his chamber, he found a calling card on a silver salver. Mia Caldwell was on her way to see him. He groaned, putting his head in his hands as he trudged downstairs. He poured himself a brandy and heard a knock at the door. He let the butler get it, wanting to compose himself for her arrival. I’ll tell her I can’t do it today. His hands shook. Marriage would not be a bad choice for a man in his position. It lent a certain character to a man, and he knew rumors were on the loose about him and his brothers and Camille. And all the rumors were true. Doubt swept over him as he saw her in the entryway looking like an exotic summer butterfly in a yellow gown. Her hair flowed over

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her shoulders. She took his breath away with desire. “Hello, your grace.” She curtsied to him, giving him a nice view of her cleavage. “Good morning. What brings you by today?” He motioned for her to have a seat on the love seat. He sat near her, knowing it wasn’t a good idea. “I wanted to tell you thank you for a lovely walk and chat yesterday. I thoroughly enjoyed your company.” The glint in her wide, brown eyes suggested more. “I did as well. Would you like some refreshment?” He motioned to the man standing in the corner to bring them a tray. “That would be delightful. Mama isn’t feeling well and didn’t come. There is so much on her mind.” Mia cast her eyes down as her cleavage rose and fell. Knoll felt his cock stir in his breeches and fought with himself. “I am sorry to hear that.” He took her hand, not knowing why he did so. He supposed he had to test his feelings and attraction to her. “I appreciate your concern.” She stroked his palm, running her fingers lightly over it as his cock hardened. Perhaps she wasn't as naïve as she appeared. Knoll leaned forward and kissed her, unable to resist his desire to feel her lips under his. A guilty thought of Camille knowing entered his mind, but he pushed it away as he gathered Mia into his arms, feeling her small breasts against his chest and exploring her mouth with his insistent tongue. She broke away from him. “Knoll, this isn’t right. I can’t...” He squeezed her hand, his desire burning in him. “I know. Will you marry me?” “What? Are you certain? I’ve heard...” “I know what you’ve heard, and it’s true. That would be part of the marriage deal. If you marry me, you have to be open to being shared. I’m sure I can talk my brothers and Camille into it.” But he wasn't at all sure. He knew in that moment as he gazed at her that he

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had to succeed. Mia looked down and back at him, a sly look on her face. “As long as I’m your wife, I’m open to anything. I don’t hold with tradition.” “You do know Camille is expecting in a month and a half, right after our wedding date that we discussed yesterday.” “I know. It’s so exciting! I’ll help her in any way I can. I want us to be like sisters. I’ve never had one, and I believe we could grow fond of each other. She has spirit.” Mia smiled. “Then it’s settled with me anyway. I can’t promise with them.” She frowned. “What will you do if they say no?” “They won’t. Once they realize how wonderful you are, they will accept you with open arms.” Knoll knew he was right, and he believed Mia was a good woman. Their talks the day before had assured him of her good heart and the struggles she had been through. She admired him and wanted only some security in return. He wanted to provide it. He took her in his arms again, running his hands along her back. Knoll longed to take her right there, but he restrained himself. Refreshments came, and they planned the wedding for a month from that day. “I don’t care about ceremony. I just want to be your wife. Knoll. You’re my savior, and Mama’s, too.” Her pretty face flushed pink, and he desired her even more. “I’m just a man.” “I know that.” She touched his face, and his skin burned. “But you’ve saved us from doom and poverty. I’ll never forget it. I promise I'll make you happy.” He kissed her again, pulling away reluctantly from her enticing mouth. “I hate to say it, but now you should probably go and let me break the news.” “Of course. Tell them I just want to be your wife and get along with them as well. I mean no harm and want warm sentiments

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between us all.” “I will. Good-bye, darling Mia.” He kissed her briefly, watching her swish away in her dress. He groaned at the talk to come. **** The three of them lay in bed together laughing when Knoll came in, his face composed in a half smile. “Yes?” Camille’s tone was arch. “I have something important to tell you.” He cleared his throat. Anger grew inside Mortimer’s chest. “Wedding bells, brother?” “Yes. That’s what I want to talk about.” Indignation filled Mortimer as he looked at Titus and Camille. All eyes turned on Knoll. “Explain.” “She wants to marry me and be part of our arrangement. Mia understands what we have here, and she wants to help us out with the baby and everything else.” He turned red, and Mortimer didn’t miss it. Mortimer snorted. “Well, this is an unexpected turn of events, I’ll say.” He sat up. “What do you think, Camille?” “I don’t know what to think and how you could possibly remain faithful to me and be married to another woman. When are you set to marry?” “Before the baby is born. We’re going to do a ceremony right here in the Hall with only close family of ours and her mother.” Knoll gazed at Camille. “Hmm.” She sniffed. “Do you want our approval? What if we don’t agree to this cozy arrangement?” Mortimer stared at her. Admiration bloomed in his chest for her pluck. “I’m not sure. I feel I must marry her and save her from the fate of

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poverty, and I think she truly loves me, or she could.” “I see.” Camille grew quiet. “That is noble enough, but I won't part with you so easily, Knoll.” Knoll bent before her on one knee. “What can I do to make you happy, Camille, and be a man of honor with regard to Mia?” Camille sighed, and put her head in her hands. “Promise to love me still and not forgo my bed chamber and my love. If she takes that from me, I'll want you both gone for good.” She glanced at Titus and Mortimer, and they nodded. “I also want her to join us in bed. I won't have jealousies springing up and being blamed on me.” The men stared at her and nodded. “But did you ask us what we wanted?” Mortimer stood up, clenching his fists. “I know you won't mind her in your bed, and I won't either as long as I know you loved me first and still do.” The look on her face melted Mortimer's anger. “Very well.” Titus nodded. “Agreed, but you are first for me, and I don't plan to have much to do with Mia. No offense, but you're my wife, my love, Camille. “Fine. Then we agree.” “Thank you, Camille. Thank you. You won't regret it.” Knoll kissed her hand. “I still don't trust her.” Mortimer grumbled and sighed. “I do, and I think you will in time.” Knoll gave him a serious look. Camille grinned at Knoll. “I always wondered how you were going to keep your vow never to marry.” A soft smile lit up her face. Mortimer smacked his fist against his palm. “How can you just accept this? You're some kind of woman, Camille. I’ll never marry. I swear to you.” “That’s fine, Mortimer. I hope you don’t. It would be easier for you not to.” She turned to Knoll, who leaned against the doorjamb. “Promise me you’ll take it easy on Miss Caldwell. She shouldn’t be

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forced into anything right away with us that she doesn’t want, but as I said, I do expect her to be part of our arrangement. I think it will make things smoother for all of us.” “I will. I'll discuss it with her and give her time and space.” “Good.” Mortimer stomped out of the room past Knoll, still not mollified by their agreement. Titus cleared his throat. “Well, I guess that’s done then.”

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Chapter 10 The four of them spoke little of the upcoming wedding, a quiet truce between them holding. Camille kept them in bed as much as possible and occupied, hoping to soothe any tensions, at least until Mia Caldwell became Knoll's wife. The upcoming birth of her baby held her attention, and she wanted peace in the household. The wedding a month later was a quiet affair, and Mrs. Caldwell’s eyes shined with happiness. Camille helped Mia get ready for the ceremony, and she realized she liked the pretty girl now that they were no longer rivals in a strict sense. Mia hugged her before the service and kissed her on the cheek. “You shall be my sister now. I’ve always wanted one. I swear to you I won't let you down. I know what you've done to accept me, and I do care for Knoll.” Camille smiled and nodded. “I’d like that, and I won't let you down either.” She squeezed Mia's hand, wanting to give it her best try. Of course, we still are rivals. She so slim and petite, and I a walking mammoth. She pushed the thought from her mind and was determined to enjoy the day. The look of adoration for his bride on Knoll’s face made her happy, too, in a grudging way. How could I have thought to deny him his own love as I have with Titus, the deepest bond of marriage? After the service when the guests had gone and Mia made her toilette with a maid upstairs, Knoll pulled Camille aside. “I want you to know I love you so much. There is no one above

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you, Camille.” She smiled, kissing his cheek. “It’s fine if your wife is above me. Treat her well, and let her join into our life.” He kissed her lips. “There is no woman like you. I hope you know that.” “I do.” “I’m still here for you anytime you need me.” She rolled her eyes, punching his arm playfully. “Shoo. Go to your bride.” A grin flitted across his face. “I will. Thank you for helping me follow my conscience. I couldn't have left Mia to wallow in poverty.” “I know, and you're a good man, Knoll Tremont.” **** Knoll undressed Mia with great care. She stood before him like a tiny china doll, her hair shining in the candlelight, pert breasts flawless. “You’re gorgeous, love.” “Thank you.” He kept his clothes on, not wanting to frighten her as he picked her up, kissing her softly and laying her on the bed. His cock demanded attention, but he was determined not to rush Mia. Knoll lay beside her and took her into his arms, moaning at the feel of her warm skin. She felt so different in his arms than Camille. The thought of Camille made his dick harder as he kissed Mia, flicking his tongue into her mouth as she sighed, responding to him. “Do you like that, love?” “It feels nice.” She smiled at him. “Good. Tell me if anything hurts. I want you to enjoy this.” “I am.” She kissed him, her tongue darting in his mouth, making fire run through him. She drew closer to him, and his cock pressed against her flat stomach. Her ardor surprised him.

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He turned her on her back, kneeling between her legs. “May I touch you?” “Of course. You are my husband. I adore you, Knoll.” She blushed, and his breath left him at her beauty. He put his face to her sex, licking her clit in small circles. She groaned after a moment, and he slid a finger slowly into her wetness. Her cunt sucked around his digit, and he marveled at how tight she was. “You’re so lovely, Mia. I can't believe you're mine.” “Mmm, yes I am, all yours.” She whimpered as he thrust another finger inside her, stretching her out. He knew she was a virgin, and he respected her bravery in agreeing to an unconventional relationship with him from the start, though he had not talked about it much with her to this point. He felt her tense as she groaned loudly, her cunt tightening around his fingers. “Yes, let it go, love. How do you feel?” “Amazing. What was that?” She smiled at him, a bemused look on her face. “Your ecstasy, love.” “Oh, it was nice.” She giggled, and he laughed, his cock throbbing with need. “May I enter you now?” “Yes, I want you inside me.” Mia looked away as she said the words, but they turned him on all the same. He spread her labia wide, admiring the light pinkness of her. Reaching for the vial of oil he had put on his nightstand, he rubbed it into her hole, making her groan, and then on his hard prick. Knoll pushed into her slowly. “Relax. Does it hurt?” “A little, but it feels good as well.” “That’s as it should be.” He burrowed into her, moaning at how tight she was as he plowed her virgin space. When he was up to the hilt inside her, he stopped, wanting to take her but holding back. “How are you, Mia?”

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“Fine.” Her eyes shined. “Good. Tell me if I hurt you.” He slid out of her and back in slowly, and she whimpered with pleasure. He repeated the motion, bringing his fingers to her engorged clit and rubbing it as he moved in and out. The tightness of her cunt drove him nearly mad as he held back. She cried out softly with her second orgasm, spasming around his cock. He leaned over her, kissing her as he rammed into her and slid out. He picked up speed as she moaned. Her glove around his cock kept him from holding back longer, and he spilled into her, his vision growing dark with the force of his orgasm. “Mia, oh, Mia, you’re so perfect.” He stayed inside her, kissing her face as she smiled at him. “Did you enjoy it, love?” He slid out of her, taking her small body into his arms. “Yes. It was nothing like my mother said it might be.” She laughed, kissing his nose. They cuddled together, slipping into sleep. **** Camille reached a point of discomfort with her pregnancy the next day. Shooting pains filled her abdomen, and she pulled the cord by her bed that morning, summoning Brilla. “Yes, my lady? You don’t look well.” “I’m not. I think the baby is on the way.” “Oh! I’ll get Master and call for the doctor.” Brilla bustled away, and Camille moaned with a contraction that gripped her. It eased off, and she panted. How strange that the wedding was just yesterday, and now the baby has decided to come early. She lay back, conserving her energy. The door flew open, and Titus was at her side, his hand on her forehead. “Do you think it’s time?” She nodded. “Yes, of course the doctor will know for sure.”

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He kissed her, worry wrinkling his forehead. “Do you need anything, Camille?” “Just water. I’ll be parched later.” He smiled and went to get her a cup. The doctor came back with him. “Would you like your husband to remain in the room while I examine you, my lady?” “Yes.” Camille smiled at Titus, and he nodded. His presence warmed her and made the pain she felt a bit more bearable. “It is time. I expect your contractions will speed up soon, and the baby will be here by nightfall if not earlier.” “I’m so happy.” Titus gripped her hand, but she saw the cloud of worry over his face and remembered his fears when she had told him her secret about being pregnant. “Titus, I swear to you, I and the baby will be fine.” “I know. I love you so much, you have to be.” He kissed her tenderly, and she gripped his hand as a wave of pain hit her. “It’s up to you whether you stay with me or not.” His face turned white. “I’m not sure I can bear it either way, hearing you in pain.” “Perhaps staying in the hall would be best as most men do.” She touched his face. The doctor came back in the room as a contraction gripped her an hour later. “It’s time to birth the baby from the looks of things.” **** A few hours later, the doctor placed a son in Titus’s arms. Tears of happiness coursed down his face, and Camille smiled at them both, though she was exhausted. “What shall we name him, princess?” “How about Edward Mortimer Tremont?” He sucked in a breath, giving her a hard look. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” The name stood as a testament to Mortimer’s part in their

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lives and the gratefulness she felt toward him for being faithful to her. “So it is.” He kissed the baby’s forehead. “Shall I call for the wet nurse?” “No.” She held out her arms. “I’d like to try feeding him myself.” “Wonderful. But don’t feel as if you must...” “If it is too difficult, I’ll turn him over to the wet nurse.” She smiled at Titus. “Thank you for being so indulgent with me, love.” He kissed her. “I’ll leave you two to rest for a bit.” “Thank you. Come back soon. I’ll miss you.” “Likewise.” Before she could sleep, Mortimer popped his head into the room, giving her a resounding smack of a kiss on the forehead and doing a little dance around the room at the news of his little namesake. “A Tremont heir! It’s fabulous, love.” “Yes.” She grinned at him. “I’ll let you rest.” “Thank you. Don’t stay away too long.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “How do you manage to be seductive right after giving birth?” He shook his head laughing, and she joined him. Their laughter died when Knoll entered the room, Mia on his arm.

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Chapter 11 Mortimer gave the two of them a terse nod and half smile and left. Camille appreciated his delicacy. She smiled at the two of them, swallowing over a small lump of pain in her throat. How different she had imagined this day would be! The loss of their foursome hit her with the birth of the baby. Having another woman in their close circle had never been part of the plan. “He’s gorgeous, Camille, but that’s not surprising,” Knoll said, looking at the baby in her arms and then into her eyes. “Thank you.” “And his name is fitting.” Silent agreement passed between them, and he kissed her tenderly on the forehead as she closed her eyes, feeling something had been mended between them. Mia stepped forward, a radiant vision in a white day gown. “Camille, he’s perfect. If you need anything, I’m here. Just call for me. I’ve told Brilla to let me know what you need.” Camille smiled. “Thank you. I will do that. After all, we’re family.” “Yes.” The younger woman’s eyes filled with tears, and she kissed Camille on the forehead. A rush of tenderness overcame Camille at the sincerity of the gesture. “We’ll leave you to rest now, Camille.” Knoll touched her cheek, and Camille saw the lust in his eyes, even as she lay with a babe at her breast. “It won’t be long,” she whispered as his eyes went wide. Pleasure infused her at his response. He does still love me and want me even with her at his side.

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“I look forward to it,” he whispered back, their words inaudible to Mia. “Good-bye,” Camille said loudly enough for both of them to hear as they left the room. **** Three weeks passed with waking and sleep preoccupied with the baby. Mortimer watched Camille closely and bonded to the baby. He surprised himself at his affinity for caring for a little one and at the love he felt for Edward, as if the baby were his own son. He sensed Titus felt the same, as did Knoll and Mia. Mortimer also surprised himself by finding Mia attractive. Her small frame was not the usual type that interested him, but her sweetness with the baby and the pretty face and manners she had made him change his mind about her. He found himself fantasizing about her more than once in tandem with his thoughts of Camille. He didn’t let himself go too far down that road, though, since he wasn’t sure what the relationship would be with Mia. She was Knoll’s wife, and he didn’t plan to overstep any boundaries unless he was invited to do so. He lay wide awake, thinking of Camille’s breasts. His desire for her had not flagged with the birth. If anything, her body was even more luscious than it had been before, and the sight of her breastfeeding Edward aroused him. He had taken care of his needs twice, but he longed to be in Camille’s bed. He knew it was too early to have relations with her, but there were other things they could do until another week passed and sex was permissible according to the doctor. Groaning, he stroked his cock, having shucked his clothes off even in the cool night air. Lust burned through him, and he got out of bed, padding down the hall naked. I have to touch her. His cock rose as he walked toward her chamber, his body tingling. He found her alone, her sweet face composed in sleep as he sat beside her on the bed.

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“Camille.” He touched her face gently, and she murmured, sending a wave of lust through him. “Mmm?” “Could I lie with you? I know we can’t...but I need you.” “Yes.” She turned over, the sheet slipping down, and he drew in a sharp breath at the sight of her naked, full breasts. He figured she slept in the nude often since she had to breast-feed Edward in the night. The baby lay quietly in a bassinet beside the bed, and Mortimer put a kiss on his forehead before climbing in bed. He held her in his arms, and she smiled against his chest. “I’ve missed this.” “Me, too.” **** Camille wiggled under the sheets, her hands around his rigid stalk. “Camille, please...” he begged in no uncertain terms, and she smiled as her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. She licked salty precum and teased him with her tongue. “You’re amazing. I’ve missed you so much.” He had his hands in her hair, grabbing it as she went down on him, putting his whole shaft in her mouth. Mortimer groaned like an animal as she gripped the base of his cock and worked him with her mouth, sliding up and down. “Please, my pretty cocksucker. I want to come on your breasts. After I do, I’m going to lick it off and make you happy.” His voice rasped above her as she let him go, coming back up to his level. Mortimer kissed her, his tongue delving deep into her mouth until she moaned, wet already from sucking him. His cock pressed against her stomach, and she longed to have him inside her. “I wish...” “I know, but we have to wait a while yet.” He pushed her onto her back, straddling her quickly, taking care with her. “Is this comfortable

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for you, my minx?” “Yes, it’s perfect. I want you to come on my breasts now.” “I plan to.” He took his cock in hand, sliding his hand up and down it as he gazed into her eyes. Camille ran her fingers along his buttocks, her clit tingling as he reached a hand back to touch it. She closed her eyes, moaning with pleasure she hadn’t felt for weeks. “How does that feel, slut?” “Amazing. I’m so aroused.” “I can tell.” He smiled, slipping a finger inside her. “I’m going to be gentle, but I’ll still make you come.” “Mmmm.” She watched him pull on his cock, his thickness turning her on even as his fingers made her body tingle. “Come for me, Camille. I want to hear you scream. It’s going to be a good orgasm.” She whimpered, on the edge of what felt like a tidal wave of pleasure. It swept over her, and she did shout without planning to. The intensity left her cunt pulsing around his finger. “How was that?” “Good,” she whispered as he put his cock to her mouth and she flicked her tongue over it. “I hope the baby is still asleep.” “You weren't that loud.” He grinned. “I’m going to come all over those pretty tits of yours, and then I’m going to suck them and see what happens.” He gave her an evil grin. “Mortimer,” she sighed, taking the head of his dick into her mouth. He pulled out with a moan, and hot, thick liquid spurted onto her breasts. It seemed to go on and on. “You’ve been saving up for me, huh?” “I’ve tried to. Some nights I couldn’t help myself, and I had to fantasize about your sweet cunt and the rest of you.” “Good. Are you going to clean me off?” Camille had a wicked twinkle in her eyes. “Yes.” He lay beside her and put his lips on her breast, slowly

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licking off the cum. “Oh. Oh, that feels amazing.” The fact that he licked his own fluids off her breasts made Camille’s juices flow again. “A little salty, I think.” She giggled as he thumbed her other nipple into a rigid state. He licked the cum off that breast as well, and she moaned with pleasure. “My milk is letting down. Are you sure you...?” He gazed into her eyes. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks.” “Oh.” She blushed as he sucked at her nipple with vigor. Her milk came down, a tingle of release running through her. “Oh yeah.” He moaned, taking his mouth off her breast as a warm squirt of milk trickled down it. Mortimer sucked at her other nipple, and moaned. “Is it good?” “It’s making me hot as hell, woman.” She felt his prick against her hip, rigid again. “So soon?” “Yes. If it’s possible, you’re even sexier now than you were before you had the baby.” “Thank you.” Just then, Edward let out a wail. Mortimer sighed. “I guess playtime is over.” He took the baby gently out of the bassinet, handing him to Camille. “Does he want? Oh no.” Camille giggled as he rushed to the wash basin and sponged her breasts off well. His cock stood at attention as he did so. “Nice view. Thanks.” Mortimer’s sigh and his words made Camille smile. “Such a sweet sight. I’m a lucky man.” “And I’m a lucky woman.” Her eyes closed, and Mortimer tiptoed out of the room, wanting to let her rest. She had dark circles under her eyes, witnessing to her lack of sleep. She’s amazing. As he stepped into the hall, he saw Mia Caldwell

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Chapter 12 He moved his hands to cover his hard cock, but he knew she had seen it. She blushed, stammering about helping Camille. “She’s sleeping now.” “Oh, I see.” She gave him a knowing look, and his cock jumped. Her small breasts curved over the top of her gown, and he imagined cupping them in his hand. A moan nearly escaped him, but he fought it. “Well, then...” He cleared his throat, walking toward her to pass her. She laid a warm hand on his arm, and he flinched. “I want to talk to you. Knoll knows I’m going to. Could we go to your chamber?” He drew in a sharp breath. Erotic fantasies of her on his bed filled his head, but he pushed them aside. His brother surely couldn’t be planning to share his lovely wife so soon, if at all, even though he had promised such things before the marriage. “Certainly. That way, I can get dressed.” He smiled at her as they walked the yards down the hall. She is pretty, not the loveliest woman in London like Camille, but she’s not far behind and has her own charms. They reached his chamber, and he fumbled for breeches in his chifforobe. He felt Mia’s hand on his back and caught his breath. “Don’t. I want you.” “Are you sure? Knoll...” “Yes, he wants it, and I do, too. I want to be fully part of the family. Besides, I’ve never seen a cock as thick as yours.” She blushed, licking her lips in an artless manner that made his erection

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painful. “What about Titus?” “He and Knoll talked. He’s not interested right now. He wants to fully support Camille. After she heals, he wants us all to be together.” The idea made his head spin as he dropped the breeches to the floor, his cock springing up and back into her view. “Do as you wish with me. Were you a virgin before?” She nodded. “But I’m not afraid. I found lovemaking to be good.” He moaned as she reached out and took his cock in her small hands, coming so near to him he could smell her scent, like strawberries. **** Mortimer put his hands in her hair, and she closed her eyes. The feel of him was so different than that of Knoll. He was all man, rough and woodsy. She pressed against him, her hands still on his thick dick. The soft rigidity made her breath come quickly. He put his arms around her, kissing her like a hungry animal, and she moaned deep in her throat. His hands clutched at her long hair, fingers running through it as his tongue explored her mouth. He crushed her against him as he hiked her dress up. “Take it off, please,” she whispered, and he grunted. He whirled her around and worked impatiently at the buttons, his cock rigid against her buttocks. The gown fell to the floor with a whisper, and he steered her toward the bed, putting her on it, facing him, her bottom at the edge. Her breath hitched in her throat as he put his mouth to her cunt, flicking his tongue over her clit. No man had ever done that before, and sensation flowed through her body. “Mortimer, oh, yes.” He licked and teased her hard nub, pushing a finger inside her as she trembled. “Do you want more inside you?”

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“Yes, please.” Her voice was a moan as he lifted her legs on to his shoulders and knelt before her. Her legs weighed nearly nothing, and he marveled at her delicacy. He slid two fingers inside her, not wanting to stop for a moment, but he knew he needed to get some oil to use on her. Her cunt would be tight. Mortimer sucked in his breath at the thought, putting her legs down and getting the oil out of his drawer. He oiled his fingers, plunging them into her, his lust consuming him as it hadn’t since he had first met Camille. Mortimer stretched her cunt, all the while fingering her nub with his thumb. Mia tensed, and he knew her orgasm hovered on the precipice. “Come for me, china doll.” She whimpered, her cunt clenching around his three fingers. “Yes, you’re so sweet,” he crooned as he leaned down to kiss her. All he could think about was coming inside her wet cavern. “Mortimer, please, I want to feel you inside me.” Her voice was a mewl, and it made his cock throb. He knew he couldn’t wait another moment or he would come before he even made it to her cunt. He felt like a very young man again. A desire to take her cunt and then her sweet rosebud came over him, but he pushed his lust aside. That second option was for her husband, and Mortimer knew he had not yet claimed that territory. He put her legs around his waist and oiled his cock. Without preamble, he pushed into her, not able to wait. He slid into her slick, impossibly tight cunt as far as he could. She moaned, tightening her legs around him. “How does that feel, doll?” “Good. I’m full inside...” He sat still inside her for a moment, enjoying her wetness gripping him like a glove. Mortimer slid out of her and pushed back into her, unable to stop himself from moving quickly. His orgasm hung in the

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periphery, and he groaned as he fingered her perfect, small breasts. “Come for me, Mortimer. I love your big cock.” Her husky words sent him over the edge, and he shouted as he rammed into her, gripping her hips to him. He released her, kissing her mouth. “That was amazing, sweet Mia.” She brought out different feelings in him than Camille did. They both drove him wild, but Mia seemed like a breakable woman, small and brittle. “It was for me, too.” She sat up, and he sat beside her, cupping her breasts in his hands, reveling in the sensation that was better than it had been in his fantasies. Mia’s eyes closed, and he admired the long black lashes there. “Thank you for coming to me.” He kissed her cheek. “I don’t regret it. I love living here with all of you, and I can’t wait until Camille has recovered.” Her words made his prick stir. “Me neither.” **** A few days later, the doctor examined Camille and cleared her for whatever she wished to do. He said the words with a blush, and she smiled and thanked him. If he only knew! She cradled Edward in her arms as he cooed and grinned at her. “I love you so much,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes at her blessings. He giggled. Titus came in right after the doctor, his face flushed. She saw the bulge in his breeches and grinned. “All is well. I’d like you to make love to me in a moment when Edward goes to sleep.” He cleared his throat, red coming into his cheeks at her frank

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speech. “I was wondering if it would be okay...” She waved his words away. “Yes, go summon everyone. Let’s be together. It’s been so long, and I want to be pleasured.” He smiled, coming to her side and kissing her long and hard. “I’ll be back in a bit.” “Hurry, sweet husband.” The baby’s eyes closed as he had his fill of milk, and she put him gently in the bassinet. **** Titus hurried down the hall, his cock stiff and aching. It had been weeks since his last release. He had resisted his fantasies of Camille’s warm cunt, but his cock threatened to erupt any moment at the thought of being in bed with both Camille and Mia. I’m in heaven. Every man on earth wants this. He smiled, rubbing himself through his breeches as he reached the first door and one by one summoned his brothers and Mia. **** When they were all assembled, Mortimer commented on the missing baby. “He’s with Brilla.” Camille flashed a smile at them as she stood up, letting her dressing gown fall to her feet. She heard sharp intakes of breath. “Mia, let me unbutton you.” The other girl flushed, flustered. The three brothers watched, eyes glued to them. Mia stood before her, head bowed. Camille admired her swanlike neck and small waist. She’s so fragile and lovely, everything I’m not. Her fingers deftly loosed Mia from the dress, and the other woman stood there, gown on the floor in a pink puddle. Her small breasts stood out, pert, and her

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Chapter 13 Titus came toward Camille. He motioned her and Mia onto the bed, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of Mia’s trim, black bush and thin, perfect legs. Pre-cum wet the tip of his cock, and he wondered how long he would be able to hold out with two women there, so different and so desirable. “I think you should do the honors, brother, since all this was your idea in the beginning.” Knoll’s voice came to him, and blood pounded in his ears at the thought of his fantasies being fulfilled. “I am honored, Knoll.” “I’ll do what you want, Titus,” Mia whispered, her eyes downcast. His cock jumped at her submission to his desires. “I want you to touch yourself while I make love to Camille.” “I’d like that.” She smiled at him, her hands snaking down to her bush. He moaned at the sight as she scooted up so he could see her better as he rubbed Camille’s large breasts. I’ve never been this excited in my life. More pre-cum dribbled from his prick, and he knew he didn’t have much time. Mia played with her hard, pink clit, one hand fingering her nipple. Camille smiled at him. “Don’t wait. I want it.” He poised his cock at the entrance to her wetness. As he slid into her, he moaned with abandon. She felt like heaven, still tight and so slick. Her tiny gasps of pleasure and the sight of Mia looking at him as she fingered her cunt drove him to the edge. “I’m going to come.”

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“Come for me.” Camille’s voice commanded it. “Yes, I want to see you come, Titus.” Mia’s whisper pushed him to his peak, and his dick throbbed with a rush of release. “Oh, oh...” he moaned, overcome by the sensation. “Did you enjoy that?” Camille smiled and slid her eyes toward Mia. “Yes.” Knoll moved forward, his naked prick long and erect against his dark pubic hair. He stood in front of Mia. She smiled up at him. “Can you flip over for me, sweetness?” “Sure.” A flicker of worry passed over her face. “I want to do something we haven’t done yet, but I’ll be gentle. I promise.” Mortimer eyed Camille, lying beside her on the bed and kissing her. “How about we do it together?” They all looked at each other and nodded. “It feels good, Mia, after a bit. I swear it.” Camille squeezed the other woman’s hand. “All right.” She looked over her shoulder at Knoll, and he squeezed her bottom. Knoll got the vial of olive oil out of the nightstand and offered some to Mortimer. Mortimer leaned over Camille, licking a path of heat down her back to her bottom. He probed the crack there with his tongue, eliciting a moan from her. “Does that feel good, you dirty girl?” “Yes. Don’t stop. You know what I like, Mortimer.” Knoll massaged Mia’s bottom, his hands running over smooth planes as she sighed with pleasure. “This might feel different. Just relax.” He poured lube on his fingers and massaged it into her crack. “Mmm.” “Feels heavenly, I bet,” he said, his words husky. “It does.” She smiled over her shoulder at him. He smiled back

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and slipped a finger halfway into the crack of her bottom. She gasped. “Relax.” He added more oil and pushed his finger past the ring of her tunnel. Mia relaxed against his finger. “You’re doing great.” Mortimer rubbed oil on his cock. “Do it, Mortimer.” Camille’s voice was low and sultry as he pushed into her. “Feels so good, my minx.” He moved in and out of her tunnel, his eyes on her bottom and Mia’s as Knoll stood still for a moment letting Mia adjust to his cock inside her. “I’m going to come, Camille. You’re so bloody sexy.” “I’m sure looking at Mia helps, too.” There was laughter in her voice, and she wanted him to be at ease with both of them in bed. “It does, but you'll always be my first lady.” He whispered the words as he plunged into her, reaching his fingers around to her clit and massaging it. She pressed against his hand, whimpering. He slid in and out of her, grunting with the effort. “I’m going to come, Mortimer. Oh...” She spasmed, her peak rocketing through her like a million star bursts. He bucked and rammed into her one last time before his own orgasm took him, and he collapsed over her, kissing her back as she panted. Titus sat near her head, stroking his cock which had gained new life. “You’re so gorgeous, Camille.” She puckered her lips in a faux kiss, smiling at him as Mortimer helped her up. The three of them turned their attention to Mia and Knoll as they reclined against each other. Mortimer sat in a chair near the bed. Knoll inserted a second finger in Mia’s tight canal, and she made a sound like ooph. “Sorry. Does it hurt, love?” “No, it’s just different.” He added more oil on his fingers and slid

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a third finger slowly into her puckered hole. “Oh.” She moaned as if in pain. “Let’s just sit here for a minute like this.” He massaged her buttocks and reached around to her clit. As he rubbed it, Mia sighed. “I like that.” Camille and Titus kissed, both of them aroused still watching the other two. Mortimer lazily stroked his cock as he watched Mia and Knoll through hooded eyes. “I’m glad you do.” Knoll pulled his fingers out slowly, and she moaned. “Now I’m going to put my prick inside you. It’s going to feel a bit tight, but I’ll move slowly.” She nodded, and Camille could hear her breathing. **** Mortimer watched jealously as Knoll penetrated Mia’s ass. Her small breasts were flat against the bed, and her pretty doll face was to the side. She smiled at him when she caught his eye, and his cock jumped in response. I need to be with her again. He wanted to do what Knoll was doing at that moment, sliding his long, thin dick ever so slowly into her canal. He watched Mia’s face tense, and his erection showed itself fully at the pain and pleasure mingled on her face. Mortimer resisted moving faster with his hand on his cock, wanting to save it for later. Later with Mia, I hope. Knoll slid in and out of her hole, and she moaned. Mortimer wanted her so badly in that moment, he could hardly stand it. Titus and Camille kissed on the bed, and that further stoked the fires of lust in him. Mia let out a shrill yelp, signaling her orgasm. Knoll grunted, pushing into her and gripping her hips as he spilled into her tight hole.

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He kissed her back and stroked her sides before sliding out of her gently. Knoll helped her stand up straight. “All right then?” “Yes, never been better.” She caught Mortimer’s eye, and his cock throbbed. He could read her thoughts, and she could read his. Camille smiled and yawned. “I’m worn out, and the babe will have to be fed soon. I’ll see you all in the morning.” They all left the room. Mortimer admired Mia’s perfectly round bottom as she walked in front of him, swaying her hips just for his benefit, he knew. His cock longed for her touch again. He caught Knoll as Mia walked back to her chamber. “Brother, I need to be with Mia now.” Knoll smiled. “Be my guest. I think Titus is interested as well, so why don’t both of you pay her a visit in a bit? I’m going to drink some brandy and read. I won’t disturb you tonight.” “Thank you, brother. I’m so glad you got married.” Knoll roared with laughter. “Me, too. She’s something, isn’t she? Aren’t they both?” “Yes, they are.” Mortimer would have been even happier with both women in his bed, but he knew Camille was exhausted and busy with little Edward. Knoll clapped him on the back and continued down the hall to get dressed. Mortimer went back to his chamber, washing himself and counting the minutes until he could be with Mia again. **** Mia washed herself as if in a dream. Who knew life could be so interesting and sexual relations with men so fulfilling? She brushed her hair and put lavender water on her wrists and neck. I hope they come to me. Mia had seen Mortimer looking at her like a hungry animal, still not spent after all the lovemaking of the

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day. Titus had also given her meaningful stares as Knoll made love to her. An hour passed, and she began to think they had decided against it. A knock sounded on the door, and she opened it for them. “Come in, my dear men.” They smiled, both naked with hard dicks at the ready. She felt thoroughly used but still aroused and ready for more lovemaking. “Mia, is it amenable to you if Mortimer takes you from behind and I use your sweet mouth?” “Of course. Everything is agreeable to me.” She fluttered her lashes at them and heard one of them sigh. Both men started toward her, fondling her breasts and dropping kisses on her face, lips, neck, and shoulders. Titus took her hand and pulled her toward the bed. He lay down, and she knew what he wanted. “I’m not an expert at this.” She smiled, heat flooding her face. “I’ll teach you. Put your pretty mouth on my cock, Mia. It’s waiting only for you.” Warmth invaded her cunt at his words. She got in a doglike position, kneeling over him, her tits swinging. “Oh, yes. Oh, Mia,” Mortimer said, his voice husky as he came behind her, his prick pushing insistently against her bottom. He cupped her breasts in his hands, working the nipples with vigor until she took a sharp breath in. “You’re so sweet, and it makes me want to use you.” He growled in her ear, and she pressed back against him in response. Titus lifted his cock up for her, and she closed her lips around it, swirling her tongue over it. “That’s right. Suck it and tease it. I’m going to come for you, Mia, and I want you to swallow it down.” She mumbled, her mouth full of his dick as she took more of it in, gagging a bit. He stroked her hair. “That’s a girl. You suck cock so right, Mia.”

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She moaned, aroused at his words and at Mortimer’s questing hands on her breast and cock against her bottom. She felt oil on her crack, and Mortimer’s fingers working it in. “I’m going to use you, Mia. You’re so sexy.” Mia groaned as she took Titus’s cock all the way in, and he pushed her head down further over it until she could lick his balls with her tongue. “That’s a girl. Work my cock, Mia.” His words were harsh and thick. Mia felt Mortimer’s cock nudging her hole, and she moaned, pressing back again toward him. She wanted him to take her quickly and with force, not gentleness. “Do you want my dick, Mia? Tell me, china doll, if you do. I need to hear it.” She let Titus’s cock slide out of her mouth and whispered, “Yes.” He nudged his prick into her hole an inch, and she trembled. “Say it louder, doll. Do you want me to fill you with my cock?” “Yes, please.” Her voice was a keening sound she barely recognized. “Good.” Mortimer slapped her ass with one hand, and she jumped. “My cock wants your mouth, my sweet.” Titus brushed it against her lips, forcing entrance as he shoved it in her mouth. Mia groaned, overcome with lust. She wanted to come. “I know what you want, love slave, and you’re not getting it yet. First, we’re going to use you, little doll, before we let you come.” She whimpered as he pushed his cock halfway inside her, adding more oil to her ass and his dick. He invaded her hole with the rest of his hard prick, and she groaned at how full she felt. “Is that big enough for you, doll baby?” “Oh, oh, yes,” she muttered, almost unable to speak. His cock in her ass was thicker than Knoll's had been. “Good, because now I’m going to work your tight little hole, Mia, like it’s never been worked before.”

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He plunged in and out of her quickly, and she shouted with pain and euphoria at once. “You like that hard cock, don’t you, slave?” He smacked her ass, grunting. “Yes.” “I can’t hear it. Tell me, and say my name.” Titus nudged her lips, not letting her drop his cock. Mortimer smacked her bottom again, and she yelped. Titus sighed as his cock slid out of her wet cavern. “I like it, Mortimer. Please, please...” she whimpered, her button on fire, swollen with a need for release. “Touch yourself while I punish you.” She put one hand to her clit, moaning at the sensation of painful tingling. “How’s that feel, doll?” “Mmm,” she groaned as Titus pushed his long cock back into her mouth, pulling her head down on it faster and faster. “I’m going to come, Mia. Oh, you feel so good.” Titus bucked under her mouth and shot inside it. She gagged on the taste of him, wanting to spit his hot liquid out. He pushed her head down. “No, swallow it. Take it all.” She groaned and did so, the salty substance sliding down her throat thickly. She took her mouth off of him, gasping for breath. “Mia, you did so well sucking my cock.” He smiled up at her, blond hair in disarray as she touched his cheek tenderly. “I enjoyed it.” “Good. There will be more of it in the future, plenty to sate even a cock addict like you are going to be.” He laughed. She moaned as he stroked and squeezed her tits and Mortimer pounded her ass. His fingers dug into her hips with a vengeance, and she knew she would be sore the next day. “I’m about to let it go inside you, cock-loving doll. How do you like that?” “Yes.” She whimpered as Titus’s fingers tweaked her nipples,

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causing pain and sensation to shoot through her body down to her clit. “You want to come, don’t you, doll?” he asked, not letting up on her breasts. “Yes.” She gasped as Mortimer shoved into her hard and tensed. Hot fluid spilled into her hole and trickled down her legs as he came with a bellow. He breathed like a beast as he pulled out of her slowly and smacked her rump. He pulled her onto the bed, and the two men lay next to her, kissing her all over. Mortimer pushed two fingers into her slick cunt, and she moaned, thrashing as he rubbed her button and Titus teased her nipples with his tongue. “Come for us, sweet Mia.” She moaned in assent, her hips arching off the bed as her cunt was racked with waves of ecstasy. Little pants escaped her lips, and Mortimer kissed her, pushing his fingers into her clenching wetness. When she grew quiet, they kissed her and held her. “You’re so lovely, little doll.” Titus stroked her face and hair. “Thank you.” She felt overcome with adoration for the first time in her life. Mortimer sucked her nipples. “I’ve never felt a woman’s body like yours, Mia. I’m quite fond of you.” He kissed her nose. “I feel the same way.” She couldn’t call her emotion love yet, but it felt close. Mia knew she was safe with the four of them. **** The next morning, they all gathered in Camille’s bedroom as she nursed Edward. “What a lovely day.” Titus spread his arms out as if embracing the world. “It’s one of those days that cannot die, I think,” Mortimer said. Camille smiled, her heart full of love for all of them. Mia stared in

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wonder at the baby, and the two women beamed at each other. A knock sounded on the door, and Camille said, “Come in,” knowing it was Brilla. The maid’s face was ashen. “What is it?” Camille asked, her heart stopping for a beat. “Someone is here at the door to see Master Tremont.” She nodded toward Mortimer, flushing. “Oh?” He raised his eyebrows. “I’ll be right down.” The room grew quiet, but he looked unconcerned. “What is it, Mortimer?” “I don’t know, but I’ll soon find out.” He left the room, and they all stared at each other. Titus looked worried. “I hope he’s not got himself into some trouble.” A wail sounded from downstairs, and they ran toward the door, all but Camille, who calmly nursed Edward. The wailing didn’t end. “That’s Mortimer. I’ve never heard him sound like this...” Titus broke off. Camille spoke from the bed. “Whatever it is, we will support him.” Mia nodded. “I love him and all of you.” Knoll squeezed Mia’s hand and kissed Camille. “I’m going downstairs to find out what’s happening. Stay up here until I call for you.” Both women nodded. When he left, Titus said in serious tones, “We stand together, no matter what. I think it's probably something from his past. Mortimer was a wild child before we met you, Camille.” “Ah, I'm not surprised.” Camille whispered the words. “But let's support him. Nothing can be so terrible that we can't help him.” Titus gave Camille a serious glance. Mia and Camille spoke in tandem. “Yes.” Camille took a deep breath. Could their love weather something so awful it made a grown man wail endlessly? She had faith that it

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could as she grasped Mia’s hand and squeezed it. “We’ll be his strength.” They hugged each other and waited, braced for the future.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Ella Vines is a multi-published author of erotic romance. She loves to think up hot historical romps, and her writing often contains a touch of the Gothic or mythological. Find her on Facebook: Ella Vines or on her website.

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