She nodded, and Vincent began to move, thrusting in short draws an inch at a time until he was buried inside her from root to tip. He then lifted her hips so Sebastian could fall into rhythm. The feel of their cocks sliding against each other inside her stimulated her to heights she knew she would never reach again.
Heavy breathing accompanied slapping flesh and whispered curses.
“Oh Christ!”
“Oh bloody fuck!”
“Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she hissed and sank her teeth into Sebastian’s shoulder.
“Come with us.” Sebastian’s hand found its way between their bodies and touched that hard, aching center of her.
That was all it took.
She surrendered to the sensations clawing at her body when Sebastian’s hot seed burst against the wall of her womb. White-hot pleasure pulsed through her again when Vincent slammed his groin against her backside and emptied his sac deep inside her.
Nearly unconscious, she lay between them waiting for her orgasm to burn itself out. Eyes closed, she listened to the pounding of Sebastian’s heart until the music faded away on shimmering chimes.
Then the lights went out.
Chapter Six
It was foolish to be nervous after what just happened, but the way Sebastian stared at her in the small confines of the carriage made her tremble. Everything was going according to plan. She had him right where she wanted him. Still, she felt vulnerable sitting before him in only a black cloak and slippers.
“Are you new to the Piacere Theatre?”
She nodded and pushed back the curtain, curious to know where Sebastian took his lovers. A full moon cast a silver glow over a rolling landscape, which told her they’d left the city, but nothing more.
“I’ve not had the pleasure of knowing you before this night.” Sebastian leaned forward, set his elbows on his knees and pushed the seam of her cloak off her crossed legs. “Have I?”
She inhaled a shaky breath and shook her head then scolded herself mentally, Alexandra Falkner! You are supposed to be seducing him!
“You remind me of someone.” Sebastian trailed a finger over the curve of her calf.
Panic nearly widened her eyes, but she fought the urge to swallow, to fidget, to confess. “Do I?”
“You bear a striking resemblance to my wife,” he admitted and reached for her mask, but she caught his hand and suckled his fingers before he could expose her.
The salty tang of her sex on his fingers reminded her why she’d put herself in this position in the first place. Determined to prove she was capable of satisfying his insatiable appetite, she cast out that cold lifeless prude who wouldn’t dare dream of having sex in a carriage and slid to her knees. She unfastened the flap of his trousers and pulled out his semi-erect cock. “Would your wife do this?”
She took him into her mouth.
“No.” His voice cracked. He dug his fingertips into the edge of the velvet seat. “I suppose she would not.”
Alexandra used her lips, her tongue, her teeth, and sucked him until he was raging hard. Then she toyed with him, simply to hear him moan. She licked his sac like Daphne had taught her and teased him just a bit more before she forced half his length into her mouth.
“Oh yes,” he hissed and cradled her head. “Do that again.”
She pulled all the way off, grabbed a huge breath, and did it again and again, each time she managed to take a little more of him into her throat.
His grip on her hair tightened. His thrusts came quicker, with less restraint.
She waited for him to give the command, and when he didn’t, she grabbed hold of his hips, pinched her eyes tight, and opened her mouth wider, determined to take all of him deep into her throat.
Thankfully, he didn’t do that horrid little thing Vincent had done in the modiste’s dressing chamber. Instead, he raised her off the floor and set her in his lap.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, love, but I would rather hear you purr than gag.” He flushed her legs to his thighs and lifted her backside so her wet opening was poised just above his cock. “Now ride me.”
She sank down, taking the whole of him into her silky canal in a single plunge. Her back arched, her palms flattened atop his knees, then her head fell back as she rolled her hips around him. Oh it felt good. So good. So right.
He helped her with the movements, but allowed her to set the pace. She didn’t want a wild frantic ride that ended too quickly. She wanted it to last, so she made love to him the way she wanted, in long, slow pulls, each one better than the last, each one edging them closer to ecstasy. Her insides demanded fulfillment. Her pulse tapped on all her erogenous places, thrumming deep inside her, ticking against her clit, pecking at her nipples. Still, her movements were drawn out and unhurried.
She felt the spark that had died between them so long ago and prayed he felt it too.
“You are so beautiful.” He held her close and caressed her back with exquisite tenderness when the warmth of her climax cascaded over him. He joined her, freeing his own release without intensity. And it was sensational.
“If I live to be a hundred, I’ll never be this close to heaven.”
She wanted him to know who she was. After all, that had been the plan. She’d intended to pleasure him beyond compare and then reveal her identity. What she hadn’t planned on was falling for Vincent.
She couldn’t endanger him. Not now. Not ever. Emotions battled inside her until the sting of tears burned her eyes. Her mask would hide them, but naught could be done to prevent the convulsions attacking her gut.
“Are you crying?” When he pushed her back, she panicked and pounded on the wall.
“Stop the carriage!” She had to get away from him to protect Vincent. She wrenched herself off Sebastian, gathered her cloak tight around her person, then burst out of the carriage. After picking herself up off the grassy slope, she ran as fast as her slippered feet would carry her.
“Alexandra! Wait!” Sebastian called for her the same moment she recognized the lights of Pendleton.
She jerked to a stop, confused.
He was upon her in seconds, his mask now gone. “Get back in the carriage. I’m taking you home.”
“You knew it was me?” She shook her head and backed away from him. “I don’t understand.”
“Get back in the carriage, love. Please.”
“No.” She couldn’t begin to fathom what was happening, but somehow felt betrayed. She pulled off her mask, tightened the seams of her cloak, and glared at the driver—her driver. “George, take the carriage back to Pendleton. Now!”
The reins snapped and the horses jerked the carriage into motion.
She stomped in its wake, grinding her teeth. In truth, she didn’t know why she was angry, only that she was.
“Goddammit, Alexandra!” Sebastian caught her elbow and spun her around to face him. “I was against this whole farce from the start. I warned you this would happen. I love you, and you think I’m a bloody philanderer.”
Her brow pinched tight in the middle. Her head shook. She had so many questions, but she clung to his last words. “You insult me if you think I believe you’ve been faithful to me.”
He released his hold on her, scrubbed his face, and sighed. “The only women I’ve had in my bed in the last seven years are the few you brought there.”
“Seven years?” Her head spun. Her body felt heavy.
“We’ve been married nearly ten years. You wrote and choreographed Aphrodite to celebrate your thirtieth birthday. How else do you think you could have learned the dance in four days?”
She held her head with both hands, searching her mind for answers, but none were there.
“This whole affair was your idea. Five weeks ago you asked Delacroix to erase the last six years of your life. A task that took several sessions of hypnosis.”
“This is madness! Why in God’s name would I want to do such a thing?”
“You wanted to fall in love with me and Delacroix all
over again. But the bastard accidentally set you back nearly seven years.” The expression on Sebastian’s face was one of regret. “I was not a very good husband to you then. We grew distant while you carried our first child, and I lost my way. You went to Delacroix for help and fell in love with him.”
“No. ’Tis not true.” She wasn’t in love with Vincent. Was she?
“When I uncovered your affair, I felt betrayed, but more by him than you. We’d been devoted friends for years. Delacroix and I shared many things before you and I married—including women. A truth I never admitted to you until you refused to give him up. The prospect of having both of us in your bed is what saved our marriage. Since then, we’ve become a most unusual, but happy family.”
“I’m utterly speechless.”
He wiped tears from her cheeks she didn’t know were there. “Please come back to Pendleton so Delacroix can pull you out of this spell. I want you to remember that you forgave me and that I love you, and I want you to remember the children.”
“The children?”
“We have six between the four of us.”
She didn’t know which number shocked her more. “The four of us?”
“You, me, Delacroix, and Daphne.”
Her mouth opened to respond, then all went black.
* * * * *
“You told her?” Vincent’s question penetrated through the haze wrapped around Alexandra’s mind.
“She was in tears.”
“Why?”
“I suppose she didn’t want to expose your affair, again. I told you not to set her back too far. She thinks I’m a lecher and she’s tormenting herself for being unfaithful.”
She wanted to shush them, but she didn’t possess the strength to open her eyes.
“You selfish bloody fuck! You weren’t supposed to touch her until the finale.” Sebastian was angry. The pitch of his voice made her teeth hurt.
A cool cloth pressed against her forehead, soothing her. Silk sheets caressed her skin beneath covers that smelled of musk and citrus. Vincent’s scent, she realized, but when she finally managed to open her eyes, she found herself lying in Sebastian’s bed. It was much larger than she’d remembered it. Of course, she hadn’t been in his chamber for over a year.
Or had she?
“Welcome back, Alex.” Daphne smiled down at her and pushed Alexandra’s hair away from her eyes. “The excitement sent you into a swoon.”
“Why are they shouting?”
“Because they are foolish men. Sebastian hates when you are upset. And Vincent is making excuses why he couldn’t keep his cock in his trousers.”
“Christ, man! Did you see her dance?” Through a freestanding mirror, she watched Vincent pace the carpet. “I couldn’t help myself.”
A small smile lifted Alexandra’s lips. Something about this scene felt oddly familiar.
“If you hadn’t been off gallivanting in Lexington, you would have been hard pressed to resist her.”
“Gallivanting?! I was taking care of our children.”
Alexandra ignored their continued rant and prompted Daphne. “Tell me about the children.”
“Edward is gentle and looks like Sebastian. Elizabeth has your light hair and loves to dance. Like you.” Daphne set a curl behind Alexandra’s ear. “Vivian is dark, like me, and has Vincent’s eyes. Marie and Lydia are nearly three and inseparable. Probably because they were born a month apart. And Alex is still in the nursery.”
“Is he yours or mine?”
“I gave birth to Alex, Vivian, and Marie, but they are all ours.”
Alexandra still struggled to understand the arrangement completely, but began to think the fantasies she’d had recently were not fantasies at all. They were past experiences Vincent blocked so she could relive them anew. “Are we lovers?”
Daphne leaned down and kissed Alexandra quite thoroughly. As if that wasn’t answer enough, she slipped her silken hand beneath the covers and massaged Alexandra’s breast. “You tire of conventional ways very quickly. When Vincent gives you back your memories, you will remember bringing me to your bed for his birthday five years past. You had planned to keep me for only a few days, but I never left.”
The men had quieted and were watching them intently, but were hesitant to approach the bed. Their attention warmed her inside and out, and the concern weighing heavily on their handsome faces made her feel loved.
As the chimes rang out twelve times, she crawled out of bed and set herself before Sebastian. He opened his mouth, but she swallowed his words with a kiss. She then gave Vincent equal attention, watching Sebastian’s expression through the mirror.
His smile sent a hot thrill over her bare skin and provided her the self-assurance she needed to explore the spark of wickedness egging her on. Feeling deliciously amorous, she circled Vincent and stepped before the mirror, then licked her top lip and traced the curves of her body with seductive fingertips. “I look fit for thirty. Do I not?”
Vincent arched a black brow. “You look like a woman in need of spanking.” He turned to Sebastian. “Would you agree?”
Sebastian kicked off his boots. “I’ll hold her down.”
They stripped out of their garments as they chased her around the chamber, but she didn’t stand a chance of escape for she wanted to be caught. Laughing playfully, each of them managed to sneak in a solid whack to her backside before she ended up pinned on her back to the mattress. Daphne held one hand, Sebastian held the other, while Vincent settled between her spread legs.
“Have you any final words, sweetling?”
She returned their naughty grins with one of her own and asked, “What’s next?”
About the Author
Multi-published, award-winning author Kimberly Killion was nominated for the romance industry’s highest award of distinction, the RITA® Award. Kimberly is best known for her ability to transport the reader back in time. She pens emotionally charged—albeit sinfully naughty—love scenes and creates strong alpha males who are only as wicked as the women they’re determined to seduce.
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