“This whole thing was about you two getting married,” Devlin growled.
At that Thom raised his head and glanced at Devlin. Then he looked at Sir Barnabas. “Might we stop somewhere along the way?” he asked politely. “My head is pounding, my body aching, and I think we need to sort things out amongst ourselves, if you don’t mind.”
“That can easily be arranged,” Sir Barnabas replied. “Though it will throw us off schedule.”
Thom was tired. Not too tired to set Devlin straight. But once he and Kitty fucked some sense into him, he could rest for a while. While he’d been hanging there thinking gruesome thoughts about his death and imagining devastating pictures of Devlin’s demise, he’d vowed that if some miracle occurred and they survived he wouldn’t let another day go by without fucking Devlin. Perhaps at that moment his thoughts should have been more spiritual than carnal, but he was a man, after all.
“Thank you,” he said to the miracle that was Sir Barnabas James. “Will you still be here tomorrow?” They were at a small inn somewhere near West End.
Sir Barnabas shook his head. “No. Believe it or not, I actually have more pressing business than who marries whom, and how you set up house.” He shook his head in disgust. “The things I do for Daniel’s friends.”
“Your friends now,” Thom said, holding out his hand. Sir Barnabas shook it politely. “If there’s anything you ever need, you only have to ask.”
“I will,” Sir Barnabas said. “I don’t do anything for free. Someday I shall ask a favor of you, and you will do it with no questions.” His look was piercing and a slight threat hung in the air.
“Of course,” Thom replied with a smile. He knew it was slightly lopsided due to his swollen face. “As I said, you need only ask.”
Sir Barnabas nodded. “Excellent. Then I’ll be off. Hastings will be here in the morning to escort you to Hampstead and brief you on a few more matters of importance.”
“Oh, he’s going to hate that,” Kitty said as she took Thom’s arm. She hugged it to her, snug against her breast, and Thom felt it like an electrical charge through his body. “When are you going to stop punishing him?”
“When he learns to stop living up to his name,” Sir Barnabas replied. “As you said upon meeting him, he acts in haste. That is his weakness.”
“I think I know someone like that,” Devlin said, standing beside Kitty with his arms crossed as he stared at her. She ignored him and Thom smiled. Devlin included him in the stare. “I don’t know why we couldn’t have just continued on to Hampstead and delivered you two,” he said, clearly irritated.
“Oh, you’d like to get rid of us that quickly, would you?” Kitty snapped impatiently.
“I’m tired, Dev,” Thom said, smoothly cutting off their argument before it could begin. “My head hurts, my body aches and I need a few hours rest before I can face the day. All right?”
Devlin immediately looked contrite. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t thinking.” Kitty humphed beside him and Thom bit back his grin. He wasn’t going to suggest that Devlin needed a rest too. He was limping something awful on that leg. The knife hadn’t gone as deep as Thom feared, but he didn’t want Devlin overdoing.
Thom looked around to say his final goodbye to Sir Barnabas only to realize he was gone. “He left a minute ago,” Devlin said, reading his mind. “I think he deliberately chose your blind side. I don’t think he likes thank yous.”
“Hmm,” Kitty said, her forefinger to her chin as she pretended to think hard for a moment. “I think I know someone like that.”
Thom chose that moment to stumble and both Devlin and Kitty reached for him. “Sorry,” he mumbled. He sighed, pretending to be dead on his feet.
“Come on,” Kitty said briskly. “Upstairs. With both of you.”
With Devlin on one arm and Kitty on the other he let them help him upstairs. He didn’t lean too heavily on Devlin, knowing his leg must hurt. The innkeeper had disappeared as efficiently as Sir Barnabas had. Thom got the feeling he catered to a specific sort of clientele. The kind who didn’t like questions.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Devlin paused. “Which one?” he asked. Thom knew then that Devlin was far more shook up than he let on. It wasn’t like him not to be the one in total control. “Third on the right,” Thom said. He handed Devlin a key.
Once Devlin had him in the room and situated on the bed, he stepped back and glanced awkwardly around. “Well,” he said after a drawn-out silence, “I guess I’ll leave you two to it.”
“Where are you going?” Kitty asked in surprise. She was kneeling on the bed behind Thom, slowly helping him off with his jacket. He winced.
“Careful,” Devlin barked. “He was hanging by his arms for hours, for God’s sake. He’s sore.”
“I know that,” Kitty snapped back. “But he’s not going to be able to sleep in this jacket.”
Devlin limped over and tried to help, but he just made it worse. Thom bit his lip to keep from yelping out loud as Devlin yanked it off the last inch. “There,” Devlin said with a relieved sigh.
Thom shook his head. “Can’t sleep in my boots and pants, either,” he said with feigned weariness. Devlin got a look of consternation on his face. Part seemed trepidation, but another part seemed to be frustration. Then Thom realized Devlin’s arms must hurt almost as much as his did. “Kitty, could you help?” Thom asked, peering over his shoulder with a smile. “I’m afraid Devlin was hanging by his arms as well, and he must be sore too, not to mention his leg.”
Kitty looked surprised for an instant and then horrified. “Oh, Dev,” she said, crawling to the edge of the bed next to where Thom sat. She pulled Devlin in for a hug. “I’m sorry. You always just seem so indestructible.”
“I am,” he said gruffly, but he wrapped his arms around her.
She gave a watery chuckle and wiped her fingers under her eyes. She was crying a little. “I’m trying not to think about how close I came to losing you both.”
Devlin let go of her and backed away. “Which is precisely why I’ve got to leave.”
Thom sighed. He really was going to make this difficult. “Not yet,” he said. “Sleep tonight. Plans tomorrow.” He yawned widely. Despite his earlier vow, exhaustion was taking hold. He knew he wasn’t up for fucking tonight.
Kitty pulled off his boots. They were so worn they came off without a struggle. Devlin came up and pushed him with a palm to his chest to lie back on the bed. Then he unbuttoned his pants. With his good eye, Thom saw him swallow heavily when he realized Thom wasn’t wearing anything under them. But neither man said a word and Devlin gently pulled them off. Thom sat up and let Kitty pull his shirt off. He had a large bruise on his ribs and she kissed it. Then he crawled up the bed and under the covers. “Both of you get in here,” he said sleepily. “I don’t want to dream tonight.” He didn’t think he would out of sheer exhaustion, but they didn’t need to know that.
Kitty unbuttoned Devlin’s coat and helped him pull it off his shoulders. Then she helped him undress as she had Thom. Devlin unbuttoned her dress and a few minutes later Kitty crawled in next to him and he snuggled up to her, her back to his front. He leaned up on one elbow and looked at Devlin who still stood naked in the middle of the room. “Come to bed,” he said softly. After a moment’s hesitation, he did. But to his surprise, Devlin lay down behind him.
“Move over,” Devlin said gruffly. Thom and Kitty scooted over to make room for him. Then Devlin wrapped himself around Thom’s back, his arm over both Thom and Kitty, and fell asleep. His soft, even breathing lulled Thom to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Dev woke up with a twitch of his leg. Something was tickling him there. It took a moment to process that someone was lightly touching him. And the hot sensation against the skin of his thigh was someone’s breath. When lips followed, he sat halfway up, blinking blearily as he gazed between his legs.
Thom was leaning over him. His blond curls seemed bright in the early mo
rning light coming through the window. Birds were singing, but there was very little other noise. No carriages outside or voices calling in the courtyard. “What are you doing?” he rasped. He felt very fuzzy, still half asleep.
“Trying to seduce you,” Thom replied with a little grin over his shoulder. He kissed Dev’s thigh again, right above his bandage and then licked it, right up to the crease between his leg and torso. Dev hissed in a breath at the sensation that had his leg twitching again. Other things were twitching as well. Hell, he was already rock hard, and the sight of Thom’s face so close to his prick was doing odd things to his stomach.
“Well, stop it,” he whispered harshly.
Suddenly Kitty’s hand was on his shoulder, yanking him back down. “Shut up,” she said right before she sealed her lips over his.
Dev was overwhelmed by the two of them. Kitty tasted heavenly, as always. Her teeth were sharp little points as she bit his lip and then sucked it soothingly. Thom’s hair was brushing against his prick and he shivered uncontrollably at the sensation. Then Thom wrapped his calloused hand around the base and slid it upward until he bumped the head. Dev bit off a groan. “Are you ganging up on me?” he asked, his voice still sleep rough.
“Yes,” Thom said, and this time his breath bathed Dev’s cock and Dev grabbed the back of Kitty’s head and moved it just slightly to the right so he could look down and see what Thom was doing.
Thom glanced at him and Dev noticed his eye wasn’t as swollen, but it was bruised a purplish red and bloodshot. His cheek was still slightly swollen too, with a cut on it that would probably scar. Dev started to shake. He couldn’t help it. He’d really thought he was going to have to watch Thom die yesterday, and now here he was about to suck Dev’s cock. Well, at least he thought Thom was. No—he knew he was because if he dared try to pull away Dev was going to make him do it.
“Devlin,” Thom said quietly. He knew. Dev closed his eyes to the tenderness he saw on his face.
“Just do it,” he ground out. “Suck me.”
Kitty gently brushed Dev’s hair off his forehead. “Oh, he’s going to,” she whispered. “And then we’re going to fuck you.” Dev’s shivers increased. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted that right now.
“I want Devlin inside me,” Thom said, and Dev’s hips jerked off the bed.
“Of course you do,” Kitty purred. “Who wouldn’t?” She traced his ear with the tip of her tongue, something she knew drove him mad with lust. “You’ll do that, won’t you, Devlin?”
He nodded. “First, suck,” he said breathlessly.
He felt the heat of Thom’s laughter on the head of his cock and moaned. “Whatever Devlin wants,” he said, “however Devlin wants it.”
He kept his eyes open and watched Thom slowly slide his lips over the end, engulfing the head in the wet heat of his mouth. Dev couldn’t hold back his cry. It sounded too much like surrender, but he couldn’t take it back. Could hardly think when Thom slid down a little farther and gave a gentle suck as he twisted his fist around the base of his prick. The slow glide of his wet mouth as he pulled off was sheer torture.
“I’ve never done this before,” Thom said, his voice unsteady. “But I can tell I’m going to like it.”
Kitty’s hand was rubbing Dev’s chest. She ran her palm over his nipple and stayed there, circling around it until it was hard and sensitive and aching. He arched his back, wanting more. “I like it,” Kitty said. “I liked yours, too.”
“I liked you liking mine too,” Thom said, and Dev couldn’t help but laugh, though it sounded a little desperate.
Kitty’s hands slid down his chest to his stomach and Kitty followed, leaning over him. She kissed Thom right there over Dev’s cock, her chin bumping the head, and Dev had to grit his teeth and count barrels of ale in his head to keep from coming. He closed his eyes so he couldn’t see them, but the sound of their kiss echoed in the room. Kitty straddled him then, and he opened his eyes to see her sweet cunny right in front of him. With a growl he grabbed her hips and pulled her down and licked her. She was wet—creamy and sweet and delicious with just that hint of salt he loved. She moaned, but it was muffled and Dev knew she was still kissing Thom.
Dev lost himself in Kitty for a minute, licking and sucking on her, making her squirm, loving how she responded. When he fucked his tongue into her she reared back with a gasp. Thom wasted no time. He smothered Dev’s cock with his mouth again, more confident and bold than the last time, and more devastating to Dev’s control. Suddenly Kitty’s face was buried in his crotch, her nose rubbing against the base of his cock. Thom pushed on Dev’s thighs, caressing his legs soothingly and then pushed again, spreading him wider.
“I love these dark curls,” Kitty murmured, rubbing her cheek on the thick mat of dark hair surrounding his cock. “You’re a hairy bastard, Devlin O’Shaughnessy.”
Thom laughed around Dev’s cock and it was all he could do not to come right then and there. Kitty traveled farther between his legs until she sucked on his sac and Dev groaned into her where he was still tongue-fucking her. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever done, this wild sexual tangle of the three of them, mouths all over one another. He wanted more. He was starving for them.
Kitty’s breasts were rubbing against his stomach and it took a moment to realize she was doing it deliberately as she rocked against his mouth. Damn, she was an amazing woman. She knew what she wanted and took it. Dev liked it, liked letting her use him like that, taking what she needed from him without asking or apologizing for it.
His cock was so hard it hurt. He wanted to come down Thom’s throat, watch him swallowing his cock for the first time. He pulled off Kitty’s cunt with a curse, then bit the inside of her thigh gently. Kitty let go of his sac with a moan.
“Dev,” she said, her voice throaty and rough.
“I want to watch him take me as I come,” he rasped. Kitty kissed his cock as she moved out of the way and Dev cursed again, which only made her laugh.
Thom had pulled off and was circling the tip of his cock with his tongue. When Kitty laid her head on his thigh, Dev was nearly undone by the sight of him. He looked every inch the debauched lover as he watched Dev with hot eyes, his cheeks flushed even through the bruising on one of them. His mouth open, his tongue gliding sinuously around and around the red, leaking tip of Dev’s cock. He enjoyed it, liked what he was doing. “The slit,” Dev ordered. “Put your tongue in it.”
Thom obeyed and Dev nearly came off the bed at the excruciating pleasure of it. His stones were aching and he knew he was going to explode any moment. “Take it,” he growled. “In your throat.”
Again Thom obeyed and Dev’s pleasure spiked higher. Just as he loved Kitty taking what she wanted from him, he loved having Thom obey his every command. So different, and yet they both drove him wild until he couldn’t think of anything but fucking them. “Fuck me with it,” he demanded hoarsely. “Your mouth.”
When Thom pulled back until just the head was in his mouth and then tongued the sensitive underside, Dev shouted, rough and loud. He grabbed Thom’s head and pushed him back down, until Thom gagged just a little and Dev made himself stop. Even that reflex made Dev hungry for more. He wanted to own Thom in a way he’d never be able to own Kitty. Her past made it impossible, and he’d never try. But Thom needed it, and so did Dev. “More,” he growled, and after Thom took a few deep breaths through his nose he pushed farther down until Dev’s prick tapped the back of his throat. Then he swallowed around it, and Dev lost it. He groaned Thom’s name and came, trying desperately to keep his eyes open so he could watch Thom swallow him. It was one of the most decadent things he’d ever seen, Thom with a face like an angel, his mouth spread wide around Dev’s cock, eating him and loving it. Thom moaned as Dev spurted into his throat and Kitty’s fingers dug into Dev’s thigh. He knew she was enjoying watching almost as much as he was enjoying getting sucked.
Dev’s head fell back on the bed and he was wheezing like a bellows. “Chr
ist,” he muttered. “Good boy.”
Thom chuckled, Dev’s half-hard cock in his mouth still, and Dev shuddered at the feel of it against his overly sensitive skin. Thom sucked on him a little more, until he softened completely. Then Thom let him slide out of his mouth. The cool air of the room after the heat of his mouth was a shock.
“That should be good man,” Thom said, his voice hoarse from Dev’s cock being shoved down his throat. Dev had never liked the sound of his voice more. “I was right. I did like it. A lot.” He rose to his knees and Dev could see he meant what he’d said. He clearly liked it very, very much if the stiff state of his prick was any indication. That cock was damn near long enough, and hard enough, to reach the middle of his stomach. Dev clenched every muscle he had as he imagined Thom fucking him with it. He did not think he was ready for that.
Thom laughed. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to insist. Today,” he said, reading Dev’s mind. The “today” made Dev shiver just a little in anticipation. But he tamped the feeling down. He wasn’t going to stick around long enough to get fucked by Thom. But Dev was damn sure going to fuck him. As soon as he recovered.
“Come here,” Kitty said. She rolled over on her back, her head still pillowed on Dev’s thigh. Thom leaned back down and kissed her. Kitty held his head between her hands and licked and sucked his mouth. “Mmm,” she sighed, with one last flick of her tongue along his lower lip. “You taste divine. Like Devlin.”
Devlin grew lightheaded and realized he’d stopped breathing as he watched her share his taste in Thom’s mouth. He sucked in air in a harsh breath and both Thom and Kitty looked up at him.
“What now?” Thom asked him. God, Devlin loved that.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“I think you need to chase that with a little sip of Kitty.” He watched as Kitty’s clever eyes darted up to his and she smiled.
“I think I need a more than a sip,” Thom said with his rough voice. He climbed out from between Dev’s legs and grabbed Kitty under her arms. He dragged her up the bed next to Dev and she didn’t protest. As he went to crawl between her legs, Dev stopped him with a hand on his wrist.
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