by Pam Godwin
So I circled my arms around his strong neck and offered a prayer of gratitude unto the higher powers for giving me another chance to experience his love.
He set me down in the bathing chamber. Aglow with candlelight and lavishly decorated, the space paid homage to the large rectangular bath in the center. The first time I walked in here, I tripped and fell on my face, thunderstruck.
Constructed from gleaming marble, the bath was finely veined and made smooth. Deep as my middle on the outside, with steps on the inside that descended into the floor, it was big enough to accommodate four people.
Faucets arranged overhead, connecting with pipes that led to a cold water cistern, a copper one in which water was heated, and a sophisticated drainage system.
Steam rose from the water, and within that vapor, Ashley sprawled, his body submerged and head tipped back on the edge, facing us.
“This chamber is…” I shifted my weight, looking around. “It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”
“You should visit the city of Bath, just west of London.” He swirled a lazy finger through the water. “It’s named after its fashionable Roman-built baths. My father had this chamber erected in the likeness of the architecture there.”
Another doorway stood closed behind him, which I knew led to the rooms his parents once occupied. Now they sat empty and vacant.
“Do your parents ever come here?” I asked.
“No. They rarely leave London. Even when I was a child, they were never here.” His eyes met mine. “Get in the water, Bennett.”
My nerves twitched. I didn’t know why. I wasn’t restrained by a sense of modesty, and over the past two months, they’d attended to every bare crevice, crease, and shadow of my body. But this was different. New.
I shifted to Priest and gripped the nightgown. His hands went to mine, taking over the task. Lifting the linen, he pulled it up and off.
The impulse to cover myself beckoned, but I’d put a lot of effort into not only rebuilding my strength but also my confidence. I looked down at my pert breasts, trim waist, flat belly, toned hips and legs.
Had I returned to normal? Not quite. My muscles needed more strengthening. My elbow smarted when I moved it. My ribs protested twisting motions. But I didn’t stumble. I didn’t whimper. I was pleased with my progress.
The worst of my injuries, old and new, drew jagged lines across my abdomen and up my forearm. I owned those marks because I was a pirate. We wore scars and wooden limbs the way soldiers wore medals and ribbons.
My blond hair hung in wild, heavy coils to my waist. When it was wet, it was even longer. And shiny. Healthy.
I was healthy.
“Your skin is like alabaster.” Ashley’s eyes fevered as he blatantly stared at my naked flesh, which hadn’t seen sunlight in two months. “You’re a raving beauty clad in any garment. But one glimpse of you without clothes is enough to send a lethal jolt along a hungry man’s cock.”
I sighed, biting back a smile.
“I love her mouth.” Priest clasped my hand and led me to the bath. “It’s not like that of a sweet girl in her first bloom. Bennett’s mouth is impish, seductive, and full of teeth, made for biting, licking, and sucking all rationale from a man’s head.” He gave my bare backside a hard slap, making me yelp. “In the bath, madam.”
I lifted my legs over the edge and into the warm water, craning my neck to look at him.
He untied the flap on his breeches and pushed the material to the marble floor, exposing his relaxed cock, the full length of his musculature, and the scars that had burned most of his left leg.
His eyes caught mine, warning me not to ask about the injury.
I shifted and met Ashley’s gaze. No surprise or horror there. He already knew about them.
“Did he tell you how he got them?” I asked Ashley.
He nodded.
“This is exactly what I was talking about.” A stab of pain hit my stomach, like a tiny knife sinking its way in. “You share things between you. Secrets, friendship, childhood, trust… Since I’m not part of that fraternity—”
“It happened in Nassau.” The water splashed beside me as Priest slid into the bath.
His arm hooked around my back, taking me with him. The steps were designed for sitting, and after a few adjustments, he had us positioned on one with me on his lap. I leaned back against his chest, letting the surface of the water rise to my nipples, lapping at the sensitive tips.
He held me close, his mouth beside my ear, and told me the story.
“You saw what I looked like when Ashley left me. But you didn’t witness my self-destruction when I realized I’d lost you, too.” He found my hand beneath the water and moved it to the bubbled flesh on his thigh. “I rowed a jolly boat out to sea and set it afire.”
“What?” My pulse exploded as I tried to push up. “While you were in it?”
He trapped me against his chest, the bar of his arm like iron across my midsection. “I wanted to die. Positively the least manly thing I’ve attempted in my life. The fire only consumed one leg before the boat overset and doused me in the sea. I was content to drown there, but a fisherman pulled me out.”
My stomach plunged with overwhelming guilt. I should have never left him. I should have been there.
“I ended up at the Garden,” he said, “with a dozen prostitutes nursing me back to health for six miserable months. And before you ask—”
“I’m not going to ask.”
“I’m saying it anyway for both of you to hear. Ashley is the last person I fucked, and that was over two years ago. Now…” He glided his hand across my abdomen and sank it between my thighs. “You’re going to promise me that you will never feel guilty when you look at my scars. My actions forced you to run, and I set that fire. I vow to you that I will never do those two things again.” He caressed his fingers along my slit, distracting me with the blissful sensation. “Promise me, Bennett. You will not blame yourself. Ever.”
“I promise.” A gasp caught in my throat, and my gaze darted to Ashley.
He sat across from me, his chest and shoulders stiff above the water, and his hands… I couldn’t see them, but I knew he was holding himself, touching and stroking that giant cock as he watched me.
His expression was serene. Gorgeously untroubled. I didn’t have a clue how this three-way intimacy would work, but he liked seeing me with Priest. Or perhaps he loved seeing Priest with a woman.
“Have you…?” I licked my lips, hesitating. “Have you ever shared a female?”
“No,” they said in unison.
Priest hardened and swelled against my backside, his breaths shortening. “Not once, in the twenty years I’ve known him, have we ever planned to fuck.”
Fuck. I loved hearing that word on Priest’s sinful, accented tongue. Chills. Every. Time.
“You’re telling me,” I said, “that you’ve never sought each other out just for pleasure?”
“Never. That part is always spontaneous between us.” Ashley held Priest’s gaze. “Usually angry. Often the result of a fight. It just happens. Then it’s over, and we don’t analyze it.”
I valued that insight. It helped me understand the physical nature of their relationship.
It also aroused me. I could imagine it vividly. Just like they’d been in the bedchamber, punching and wrestling on the floor. Then the shift in the air. The change in temper, passion heating, consuming. Had I not dropped that water bucket, would they have fucked right there on the floor?
Curling two diabolical fingers, Priest slowly dipped them into my aching. My body’s wetness was softer, thicker than water, easing the glide of his penetration. I dropped my head back on his shoulder, gripped his powerful thighs beneath me, and moaned.
“There’s a voice in Ashley’s head.” Priest fingered me wickedly. “The voice of his father or mother, or perhaps it’s God, telling him to be ashamed for loving a man. So whenever I take him to the ground and bury myself inside him, he fights it. Chri
st almighty, he loves to fight me.”
Ashley’s mouth parted on a groan, his face taut with strain.
My cunt clenched around Priest’s fingers, pulling tighter, hungrier… Sweet mercy, I needed him. I dug my nails into his thighs, my legs spreading wider, nipples hardening, insides spasming for relief.
Ashley leaned back and stretched an arm along the edge of the bath, supporting his upper body as his other hand worked his lower half. I wanted to see his cock, thick and pulsing, in the grip of his fist. I ached to feel it, to taste it.
“On Ashley’s ship…” I turned my mouth toward Priest, tasting his panting lips. “I watched him touch himself like that. Every night, he stood on his balcony and stroked his cock.”
“He told me.” A smoldering smile burned in Priest’s eyes. “He told me every detail of every interaction you shared, and we’ll do the same with you. We’ll tell you anything you want to know about us. But right now, I need to fuck you.”
Pushing up, he lifted us until he sat upon the top stair, which was level with the surface of the water. As he lowered me back to his lap, he shifted his hips and set his cock against my entrance.
Then he thrust.
I’d never been more grateful for my hearing than in that moment when the sound of his deep, guttural groan of pleasure hit my ears.
He palmed my breasts and moved his hips with a skill that made me want to weep. The sheer ecstasy of having him inside me was incomparable. The thrusting, the stretching, the slap of water, and the glide of heated skin—the man knew how to move inside a woman.
But this went deeper than pleasures of the flesh. The emotional connection fulfilled me beyond the tingling rush of orgasm. I was reunited with my husband, surrounded by his glorious scent, and reawakened by the rumbling, growling noises vibrating in his chest.
He gripped my face and dragged my mouth to his, plundering with lips and tongue. I fell into his kiss, riding his cock, feeding on his masculine beauty and strength, his lips as soft as warm silk, and his taste the flavor of fury.
The kiss was feral as the drive of his hips slammed harder, faster, chasing his release. The water splashed in my periphery, and moments later, a shocking breath of heat smothered the place where we were joined.
I tore my mouth away to find Ashley kneeling between my legs, his mouth on my cunt, and his hand around the root of Priest’s cock. The unholy onslaught of stimulation shimmered through me, shaking me from the inside out.
He devoured us from below, burying his face, lashing his tongue, and working his full lips where Priest stroked his length in and out.
My fingers tangled in Ashley’s soft hair, holding his sinful mouth against us. Their hands slid over me, touching everywhere as if unable to get enough. I wanted more. Deeper. I needed the connection of their hearts and souls bound with mine as our bodies came together.
When the orgasm hit, it slammed into me with showers of sparks and waves of trembling pleasure. I moaned their names, grinding my hips, and seconds later, Priest joined me.
“Bennett!” His arms wrapped around my breasts, holding me against his chest as he used my body, stroking me up and down his length, thrusting erratically. “Ah, Christ, you feel good. So damn tight on my cock.”
Ashley licked us through the peak while stroking himself beneath the water. Then he kissed his way up my front, lingering on my breasts and nipples before crushing his lips against mine.
I tasted myself on his tongue, so wildly turned on knowing his mouth had just been on Priest.
Then I felt his hand there, his fingers slipping around my opening, where Priest was still seated.
“God’s teeth.” Priest eased out and rammed back in. “Incredible.”
Ashley pressed closer, kissing me passionately while inching his fingers into my body, sliding alongside Priest’s cock.
“Think you can take both of us?” He nipped at my lips, groaning, panting, his entire body shaking. “I bet you can fit two. But not tonight. I’m not going to last long.”
He lifted me off Priest, just high enough to pull me against him. My legs gripped his hips. My arms clung to his muscled shoulders. Then he impaled me where Priest had just been just seconds before.
I cried out, instantly feeling the size difference. Where Priest was big, Ashley was massive. He stood still in the water, his hands palming my backside, and gave me a moment to adjust. Then he unleashed his hunger.
“Missed you so much.” He pounded with hard need, pushing to drive deeper, to get closer.
He leaned forward, and I felt Priest encompass us both from behind, my back against Priest’s chest, trapped. There was no escaping this forbidden union. None of us were letting go.
I found an evil amount of satisfaction in watching Ashley’s unseemly manners obliterate his starched, aristocratic mien. His features were scandalously stunning, his lips parting with shuddering grunts, his brows pinched, and his gaze never straying from mine.
He fucked me through two more orgasms before surrendering to his own.
Leaning my head back against Priest, I twitched and shivered through the remnants of bliss. Ashley bent in, catching his breath, his cock still pulsing inside me.
His gaze shifted to Priest, both of them panting, staring at each other that way they did. Then their faces drifted closer, their foreheads coming together, and before I could blink, their mouths collided.
They lifted their arms, reaching, grabbing, with me caught between them. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from their kiss. They inhaled each other, their jaws hard and grinding. Priest wore a day’s worth of rough whiskers, and I heard that stubble scratching against Ashley’s soft skin.
I gloried in it, knowing I would never experience anything so beautifully intimate as this tender, unguarded moment between my pirate and my pirate hunter.
The kiss gradually dissolved with a masculine hum of moans. Ashley gave a lazy thrust of his hips, his superior breeding still hard, charged, and loaded inside me. Behind me, Priest rocked against me, grinding his lust against my backside.
“Are you well?” He kissed my neck.
“Quite satisfied, thank you.”
Hungry, competing cocks threatened to take me fore and aft. But after several minutes of teasing pleasure, they didn’t attempt something so new at such a late hour.
But they certainly satisfied me again.
The next morning, I woke to the sublime sensations of four hands and two mouths idolizing my body. Fingers scattered sensual energy. Arms snaked around me. Palms glided down my front and back, immobilizing my hips. And I felt them. God help me, I felt the hard steely jabs of their lust fore and aft.
Delirious pressure built, channeling all the heat between my legs. Everything ached with restless desire.
Crushed between the marble slabs of two chests, I’d never fathomed waking in such an indecent position, never imagined wanting to remain here forever.
“I want this every day.” I kissed the lips directly in front of me.
Priest.
“I want all of you at once.” He reached between us and found me wet. “I want your tight, hot cunt. Heavy breasts. Silky legs. And Christ, I want your impudent mouth.”
He kissed me hotly, deeply, as Ashley’s hand crept around from behind and joined Priest’s fingers between my thighs.
Their bodies hardened and gathered against me, pressing in. The combined virility, the feverish hunger, the savage back and forth rocking of their battling hips… I trembled between them, quaking straight to the marrow of my bones.
My flesh came alive with raw, liquefying tingles as they teased me, played with me, and saw to my every need.
Spreading me open, twisting me around, beam over beam, they plundered my body. A pirate in my backside. An English officer down my throat. Stem to stern, they splayed my limbs and stretched every hole, pinning me, fucking me, and filling me with seed.
For hours, I received them. Separately. Two at the same time. Swarthy muscle, heated breaths, men moved
in alternating strokes inside me. Ferocious men. Warriors. Friends. Enemies. Lovers.
Their cocks slid together. Their bodies rubbed with friction. Their hands overlapped and tangled, and sometimes, amid the wanton frenzy, their tongues collided in a kiss of dark masculine potency.
But they never showed an inclination to fuck each other. I was their one and only focus.
They set the staggered, frantic rhythm of our unholy trinity while I kissed their mouths, worshiped their cocks, and gasped I love you’s from the depths of my soul.
Afterward, we lay in a sweaty pile of entangled limbs. Every inch of me felt sore. Lovingly used. Happy.
I smiled. Honest to God, I smiled so big and deep my face hurt. It was a smile unlike any that had come before it.
Curling up on my side in Priest’s arms, my back to his chest, I listened to his breaths as he drifted in and out of sleep.
My scarred arm rested across the hard surface of Ashley’s abdomen. He sprawled on his back, staring at the rafters. His cock lay across his thigh, thick and long, even in its flaccid state. Ridiculously gorgeous man.
“When we were in the cottage on Eleuthera…” I circled a finger around the small flat shape of his nipple. “Priest slipped a knife and an orange wedge into your hands, and you knew exactly what to do. Well done on that. The two of you managed to execute a plan, right between my legs of all places, without anyone catching on. And despite what happened to me on your ship with Madwulf, that plan with the orange saved me from a much darker fate.”
Ashley gripped my hand on his stomach and closed his eyes, his expression pained.
“During the orange incident, Priest said something about your sister.” I laced our fingers together. “He said, Just like our ruse with Arabella. What did that mean?”
Shifting to his side, Ashley graced me with his deep blue stare. “Arabella was in love with Priest. To be clear, every maiden, widow, and married lady within a hundred kilometers wanted Priest in her bed. But Arabella was cunning, lovely, and relentless. For years, I ordered him not to bed her.”
“I didn’t touch her, my lord,” Priest muttered drowsily behind me.
