Seducing Their Nun [Unlikely Bedfellows 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenna Stewart

  “I’m not kissing you,” Mark said, pointing to Jordan.

  “Thank God,” Jordan replied. “No promise is worth that.”

  Catherine laughed. For a brief moment, the sun shone brighter and she forgot about the bank of dark clouds rapidly running the wind toward the coast.

  * * * *

  Catherine’s soft lips caressed his dick, and Mark thought he’d die from pleasure. They’d dodged a bullet that morning when she pressed Jordan about his father, but then they’d hurried up to the bed he’d come to view as heaven and sealed their vows of honesty in a different way.

  She went down on him with abandon at the same time she took Jordan’s cock in her pussy. The scent of musk filled the air, making him more lost in the sensation of her hot, wet mouth closing over him. He threaded his fingers through her hair, pressing her down, massaging mindlessly on the up stroke. She used her tongue to tease. With one hand, she rubbed his nuts, and he nearly came off the mattress.

  Beside him, Jordan thrust his hips upward. He had his eyes closed and his mouth slightly opened, obviously enjoying each and every inch of her cunt.

  Catherine hummed as she slid her head down, and he felt it through every nerve ending in his body. That was it. He pressed her head down and came with a surprising intensity.

  He let go immediately, and she raised her head, stroking him with her hand instead of her mouth. He didn’t care. Expecting her to swallow was too much, though she had taken some.

  When she groaned and dug her head into his stomach, his wet cock under her chin and cum smeared on her cheek, he knew she was coming herself. He smoothed her hair back from her face with one hand and rubbed her shoulders with the other. Jordan let out a grunt. His tenseness proved he’d also hit the wall. The three of them were so in synch emotionally, their bodies seemed to follow suit.

  Catherine relaxed at last, and finally he knew she was finished. With Jordan’s help, he lifted her to lie between them and then took her hand.

  She snuggled her head on his shoulder and snaked one leg between Jordan’s legs. He pulled the sheet over them and, like that, they fell asleep.

  Later, rain pelted the windows when Mark opened his eyes. A glance out the window showed a line of blue sky directly behind the clouds. As quickly as they moved, the rain should end within the hour.

  Catherine breathed deeply, her head resting against his shoulder. Jordan spooned her back, but his breathing proved he wasn’t still asleep.

  “What time is it?” Mark whispered.

  “A little after eight.”

  Mark began to plan out the day. If the sun did come out, he’d like to take up Catherine’s idea of walking the beach. But they also had the bedroom to empty and the rest of the study to pack, so taking time out to stroll the beach might not be feasible.

  Catherine stirred. Her eyelids fluttered and then opened. “Good morning,” she murmured. Reaching behind her, she rubbed Jordan’s thigh.

  “Morning,” he said.

  “Do you two have any plans for today?”

  Jordan pushed himself up to look at Mark over Catherine’s shoulder. Mark shook his head.

  “What did you have in mind?” Jordan asked.

  “I’d love to finish the house. I’m anxious to start our new life together. You have to be in France within a couple of months, and I don’t know how long it will take to complete the paperwork with the Church.”

  “I’m all for getting out of Ballymeade,” Jordan said. “I should be able to bring back the paperwork for the law firm and drop off the items you want appraised for auction if I get up to Portland today.”

  “If I can go with you, I’ll contact the team in Paris and make arrangements to meet.” Walking the beach could wait if it meant they would be off sooner rather than later. Nothing would be better than living with Catherine in a permanent relationship.

  “Will that be okay with you?” Jordan asked Catherine.

  “Absolutely. I’ll clean the study and living room.” She smiled against Mark’s shoulder. “There’s no reason to use it as a bedroom any longer.”

  “I’ll go down and start breakfast,” Jordan said. He kissed Catherine’s earlobe and rose.

  “I’ll be down in a few minutes to help,” Catherine said, watching Jordan pull on his pants and zip them.

  “Take your time,” he said and left. A minute later, the toilet flushed, and then Jordan headed down the steps.

  “Is he okay?” Mark asked. “He seems a little reserved.”

  “I think he feels badly that he tried to hide his father’s relationship with my mother.” She ran her hand across his chest, sending shivers of desire through him. “And I’m sure it will be hard to leave his boyhood home and his mother. But won’t it be exciting to be together?”

  “I can’t wait.” He rolled toward her. “I never thought I’d find anyone like you.”

  She smiled and pressed her finger to his lips. “Believe me, I never thought I’d ever meet anyone like you, either.”

  How strange this whole situation must be to her. “Will it be very hard for you?”

  “Yes.” Her smile disappeared, and he was sorry to have been the one to cause it. Then she brightened. “If not for you and Jordan, I would be going back, unaware that the days could be so beautiful or that nights could be so wonderful. I wouldn’t know the meaning of being a woman. My life is changed, but in a way I think God approves.”

  Mark reached between her legs. His fingers slid through the wetness at the entrance of her pussy. “I certainly approve.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and raised her leg over his hip. “Do you?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Do you need a condom?”

  “No. Face the other direction, toward my feet.”

  She flashed him a surprised expression but did what he said. He tugged her into place, her legs on each side of his face. Mark didn’t think Catherine had done a sixty-nine before, but she caught on right away. His cock lengthened into a steel-hard rod, which she took into her mouth and sucked in all the way.

  He licked the length of her labia, taking special care to rim her ass before probing her pussy with his tongue. Her cream flowed freely, as sweet as honey and more fragrant. While he drank her in, he used his middle finger to rub her ass. She flexed her hips, driving her cunt hard against his mouth and forcing his finger over her asshole. He used his tongue to tease her clit, and she moaned her appreciation into his cock.

  He pushed up, into her hot, sexy mouth. She stroked his balls and sucked his crown hard before sliding down to his root once more. Shit! He wanted to come.

  Openmouthed, he went back to her pussy, using his tongue to stroke just inside the entrance. In moments, she quivered, her juices running into his mouth, over his lips, and onto his chin. But he didn’t stop, didn’t let up, even as he felt his balls draw up, the signal he was ready to come.

  Then he did. In an answer to his dreams, Catherine sank her head down to the base of his cock and took his cum, tensing only a split second. She groaned over and over, sending the sound in waves through his body. He sucked in air when she raised her hips off his mouth and moved a tad down his torso to collapse.

  Mark stared at her pussy, liquid still leaking out, now onto his nipple. He skimmed her pussy lips with his finger, and she shivered. He scraped up some of her cream and sucked it off his finger. Her pussy was a thing of beauty, and it was his and Jordan’s. How had a beat-up, disfigured Marine like him gotten so lucky?

  “Is there anything you want from town?”

  “Yes. For the two of you to hurry home.”

  Your wish is our command. He knew that Jordan, like him, wouldn’t spend a minute away from Catherine that they didn’t need to.

  Chapter Thirty

  Catherine walked into the study that had held such fear for her a few days before, confident that she had come to know her mother in a way she’d never imagined she would. She still wished life hadn’t unfolded as it had—she wished he
r mother had wanted her more than she had wanted the company of two men. Or that at least she had received a letter explaining why the decision had been made as it had. Where before she’d felt unloved, she now knew what real love was, and she said a short prayer thanking God for the experience.

  The room stood empty. Sunlight streamed through the windows. The men had been gone a couple of hours, and Catherine had thoroughly cleaned the floors in every other room except this one. She’d left this room until last because once done, she would close the door on the room most belonging to her mother.

  Before she began, a knock sounded at the door. A fleeting fear that she would find Mr. Tipton flashed through her mind, but she pushed it aside. She had changed a great deal in the past week and knew she now had the confidence to counter anything he initiated. Throwing open the door, she looked in surprise at the person standing on the other side.

  “Mrs. Parnell. Hello.”

  “Is my son here?”

  “No, I’m sorry. He went to Portland to drop off the things I’m selling.”

  She raised her brows. “Selling? I suppose in your greed you’re selling my glass unicorn?”

  “My mother’s unicorn? Yes, I believe that’s to be sold.”

  “In her whole slutty life, your mother never owned anything as fine as that glass figure. It was mine, until my husband—that’s right, my husband—stole it to give to her.”

  The woman might be Jordan’s mother, but she hadn’t earned the right to talk to Catherine this way, nor about her mother. “I’d appreciate it if you would leave, Mrs. Parnell.”

  “I’ll leave when I’m good and ready.” A look of satisfaction passed through her eyes, and she nearly seemed to be smiling. “Did you know that my Robert was your mother’s lover?”

  “No. No, I didn’t until this morning. Jordan told me everything.”

  “I wondered if he would come back here sobbing over his father’s grave mistake.” Then she cast her gaze head to foot, taking Catherine in. “I see. You’re no longer Sister, are you? That can only mean you’ve taken after your mother. You’re sleeping with Jordan, I suppose?”

  She didn’t like Mrs. Parnell, but she couldn’t lie. There was no reason to, anyway. Jordan knew his mother well enough to know what would concern her. It was his place to placate her.

  “I don’t need to explain anything to you.”

  “You’re right. There’s no need.” She stood back and studied Catherine. “Just the next time he sticks you with his cock, remember that his father did the same to your dear mama, for years and years, in every which way.”

  Catherine gasped at Mrs. Parnell’s malicious tone.

  “I knew about her from the beginning, of course,” she continued. “At first, I tried everything I could think of to make him keep his fucking at home. But eventually, I gave up. When a woman spreads her legs so readily for several men at once, the temptation is too great I suppose. I had only fidelity to one man on my side.”

  “Please leave. Just go now. I won’t tell Jordan you were here.” Or the hateful things you said.

  “Feel free to let him know I dropped by. After all, he knows everything anyway. Tell him that even with my visit today, he can’t prove anything.”

  Catherine bunched her brows. “Why would he need to prove anything? What your husband did isn’t your fault.”

  For a moment Mrs. Parnell said nothing. Then she burst into laughter. “Oh, my dear, naïve woman. He didn’t tell you everything.” Still chuckling, she went down the steps and to her car.

  Catherine moved to the top step. “What are you talking about? What don’t I know?”

  Mrs. Parnell opened her door and looked back, seeming more relaxed and in control than she had a moment ago.

  “Would you be happy to know that your mother didn’t commit suicide?”

  “Yes. Of course. But then, how did she die?”

  Jordan’s mother smiled, a smile so like his that Catherine’s heart clenched. She opened her mouth to shout for Mrs. Parnell to stop. She suddenly didn’t want to know what vile thing the woman was about to spout. But she didn’t have the option.

  “I pushed her off the cliff,” she said and then turned to point. “Right about there. I heard her screams over the sound of the ocean.”

  Catherine gripped the porch railing. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t move.

  “I see my skill in murder impresses you as much as it did Jordan.” Her eyes narrowed and her smile disappeared. “I wanted to make sure you knew. See how much you enjoy fucking my son now.” Without another glance, she climbed behind the wheel and drove away.

  Alone, Catherine sank down onto the top step. Even tears wouldn’t come. Jordan knew. He knew and didn’t tell her. He knew that morning when she said they should never lie to each other again. He knew when he followed her upstairs and made love. He knew later when he left for Portland, promising to come home ready to take the next step toward their future. A future she now knew was built on false witness.

  What a fool she’d been. For the past week she’d given herself to Jordan and then to his friend, believing their words of love. Yet what did she know of love? How could she have trusted herself to know the difference between love and a lust to know life at its fullest? She had given in to the vagaries of the body and forgotten all about the soul. She’d wanted a man to love her and pushed the love of God to the back of her mind. If she died right now she would go to hell, and she would deserve to.

  * * * *

  The sun was starting down the west side of the heavens when they arrived home. Jordan loved the thought that Catherine had turned on the lights for them and that she waited on the other side of the door.

  “That was a worthwhile trip,” Mark said, “but by God I’m happy to be back here.”

  Jordan barked out a laugh. “You mean anywhere Catherine is.”

  “Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean.” He opened the passenger door and pushed himself out.

  Jordan came around and waited for his friend before mounting the steps. “I think she’ll be happy with the appraisals and the starting prices for the auction. Her convent will make a good bit of money off what she sent up.” As they reached the top step, something beside the door caught his eye. It looked like suitcases, but they had taken all the extra clothing with them. “What’s that?”

  “Looks like…” Mark took a step toward the objects. “It’s my suitcase and I guess yours.”

  Jordan opened the screen door and tried the knob. The front door was locked. “What the—” He knocked. “Catherine?”

  In seconds, she came to the door. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she stepped back. Her expression stopped him cold.

  “What’s happened?”

  “Your mother came by after you left.”

  His blood ran cold. Gripping the screen door, he found it somewhere in himself to sound in control when he asked, “Did she?”

  “She was surprised that you hadn’t come running back here to tell me everything. But you hadn’t, had you?”

  “What’s going on, Catherine?” Mark stepped forward. “What didn’t Jordan tell you?”

  “How my mother died.”

  “How she…?” Mark looked at Jordan. “What’s she talking about?”

  “You didn’t know?” Catherine asked Mark.

  “I knew about his father, but I don’t know anything about his mother.”

  “Then I’m sorry. But I have to insist you both go. I have a lot to think about, and I don’t want either of you here while I do it.”

  “Catherine.” A note of pleading filled the single word. “Please. Let me explain.”

  “You mother did all of that and more.”

  Jordan spun on his heel and stormed off the porch. God damn his mother, he’d kill her. He’d wring her neck himself. He’d—

  What, you dumb ass? You swore you’d always tell Catherine the truth, and you lied. Your own actions came back to bite you on the ass.

  He stared at Mark
and Catherine. Mark spread out his hands and talked, obviously trying to reason with her. She shook her head, looking as grim as he’d ever seen her. Gone was the meek little nun, hiding her face, averting her eyes at every turn. In her place stood a woman who touched his heart and owned his soul. He wanted her with everything in him. And he wouldn’t give up.

  Mark slowly made his way down the steps and walked toward the car. Catherine stared at him from the doorway then closed the door.

  “What did she say?” Jordan asked when Mark got in.

  “She said she had a lot to think about. I told her we’d leave her alone tonight but that we would be back tomorrow morning and that we hoped to win her back.”

  “Good. And she agreed?”

  “Jordan, I don’t know. She said she’s been foolish and that she owed God more than lip service.”

  The blood drained from his face. “She wouldn’t think of going back to the convent.” As long as she was free from the sisterhood, he had a chance of winning her back.

  “I think she might.” Mark sounded as miserable as he felt. No, not as miserable, because Mark wasn’t responsible for this whole fucking mess.

  “I’m sorry, Mark.”

  Mark laid his hand on Jordan’s arm. “Let’s go somewhere and get a drink. This is what you learned yesterday, isn’t it? This is what you thought would kill her if she knew.”

  Jordan nodded. “Do you want your suitcase? I can’t go home tonight. If I’m in the same house as that bitch, I’ll kill her.”

  “Let’s go buy a couple of toothbrushes and then find a place to stay. A place with a bar nearby.”

  “Thanks, buddy.”

  He started the car and pulled up the lane. Would he be coming back tomorrow to a woman who loved him or to a nun and the end of life as he’d come to desire it?

  * * * *

  A sleepless night passed for Catherine at a snail’s pace. Hour after hour crawled by until weak morning light penetrated the room. Even so, she rose from bed calm and full of peace. The decision had been so easy when it came down to it. Only one course of action made sense.