Menage After Midnight (Romps & Rakehells)

by Madelynne Ellis

  “Then she would know of her brother’s arrangement with us. Oh,” he brushed away her protest, “I don’t mean that you would lay it out before her, but she could hardly fail to notice the intimacy between us. She surely knows her own kin.”

  “I do not believe she knows of his current occupation.”

  “Does she not? Perhaps she merely chooses to hide the fact that she knows.”

  “She does not know.” Paris pushed himself up against the pillows. “And I’ll thank you not to make it known to her.”

  “Of course.” Alexander bowed his head. “There was never any question of it. Sophia was merely making a plea for your long term affections, and I was explaining that it would be harder to keep such a relationship hidden from those closest to us.”

  The terse set of Paris’s jaw relaxed a fraction. He stared at Sophia, and she recognised in that instant that he equally desired such closeness between them. “What proposal were you making?”

  “Come and stay with us a while at Craventhorpe. Miss Ashcroft is most welcome too. I will happily chaperone her, and there are suitors aplenty for her to meet amongst our circle.”

  “And while you are our guests, I can easily meet most of the expenses without raising too much suspicion. It’s impossible to entirely stop the gossips, of course.”

  “Come to Craventhorpe as your guest?” Paris repeated, doubt colouring the timbre of his voice.

  “As our lover,” Sophia sighed. She left Alexander’s lap and crawled over to Paris’s side. “Please, Paris. Say yes. At least give it a try.”

  Part Two

  Craventhorpe Manor. Three Months Later…

  Sophia trailed her straw hat behind her as she promenaded across the lawn. The ribbons bound around the brim streaming out behind her as an azure stream. Merry voices rippled upon the breeze, accompanied by the tinkle of glasses. “You’ll be happy, I know it, Persephone,” she said to her companion.

  The younger woman clutched tight her arm. “I know it too.” Her broad smile filled her face and added an extra special glow to her blue-grey eyes, which save for their colour were so very much like her brother’s. “But where is Paris? I thought he would be here to say goodbye.”

  Sophia laughed and ushered her charge up to the door of a waiting carriage. “Dear, you have already said goodbye to him five times over. Likely enough he already thinks you on your way by now. Come now, step into the carriage. Your husband waits. You don’t want to be lingering here any longer. You’ve a home of your own to go to now.”

  “I know it, and I can still hardly believe it.”

  “Believe it, Persephone. Go on, get on in now.”

  Sophia stood back and waved as the crested carriage rumbled forth along the sweeping driveway. How quickly the summer months had flown. When the black vehicle was out of sight behind the column of stately elms, she turned away from the house full of wedding guests and made her way to the walled garden. Only twelve months into its construction, the columns of plants were still in their infancy, and the grand gardener’s house that had been constructed alongside remained incomplete and unoccupied. At least so it seemed. On the second floor in a room below the thatched eaves she found Paris and Alexander. Although entwined upon a chaise when she entered, they immediately separated and rushed to her sides. They set to work removing her dress, until she stood before them in only a simple shift.

  “Tonight, will you be ours?”

  They latched on, one to either of her breasts, sucking her sensitive nipples deep into their hungry mouths. Arousal shot through her frame and pooled like lava in the depths of her abdomen.

  “Tonight we’d like very much to take you together.”

  She pouted and looked down upon them on their knees. “Whatever do you mean? Don’t you always take me together?”

  “Aye, but not like this. Not as we intend tonight,” Alexander remarked.

  “Which is how exactly?” Oh, she knew. The idea had enthralled her from very first night the three of them had spent together. To be sandwiched between these two beautiful men would surely bring the greatest pleasure of all. “Pray tell in what way you intend tonight to be different.”

  “Oh, it’s quite simple really,” her husband teased. Both men moved then, their attention drifting away from her breasts down her body, one angling to her front and the wet heat that was her puss and the other, Paris, disappearing behind her. His palms brushed circles over her plump bottom, causing the hairs to rise and her nerve endings to sing.

  “One of us will slide deep inside your cunt, the other into the tight heat of your arse. The question you have to answer, Sophia, is which one of us is which?”

  Alexander stood before her then, and while she danced on her toes in excitement at the cheeky daubs of Paris’s tongue, her husband stripped away her sight with a thick blindfold. “Ready to guess, my love?” He spun her until she was dizzy and had lost all sense of direction. Then they carried her to the chaise longue, where she was lowered onto a knee.

  Disorientated, Sophia allowed them to move her as they wished. They were too close to distinguish between their scents, and their touches were all over, one here, a brush there, so that even when she thought she had it worked out a second later she was no longer sure. The lack of sight changed other things too. It seemed to amplify her remaining senses. The whisper of air across her bare skin when they moved seemed like a gust and each touch to her needy bud like a lightning strike. Rough hands played with her breasts, until they felt heavy and the nipples were taut and stiffly pointed. Lips brushed against her neck and the shell of her ear. A tongue dabbed at her arse again.

  Oh dear Lord, they really did mean to take her like they’d promised. The prospect made her squirm from the pent up excitement of it. Of course, Alexander had taken her many times like that when he’d shared stories of his exploits with men. He’d shown her, shared the very same experiences with her as he’d relived the memories. Those times crashed through her thoughts, the husky purr of his deep voice filled her head. He still sometimes shared his adventures with her, but now when he drip fed her such images, she knew he spoke of what he’d shared with Paris, and she knew that when he filled her, he’d driven into Paris in the same way.

  When she finally felt the stubborn press of a cock against her rear entrance, her breath seemed to fix itself tight within her lungs, until he’d nuzzled all the way inside her and only then did a voluble sigh whoosh free. Another prick slid up against her puss, hard and slippery and just as determined as the one pleasuring her arse. “Yes,” she sighed as he teasingly pushed his way inside. Hell, everything was so tight and full with them both inside her, the sensations raw, the friction produced right on the edge of tolerable. And yet, it was magnificent too. Her body responded, flowered. She relaxed into the motion, her head resting against one, her cheek pressed to the shoulder of the other. Her two men, and tonight they definitely both belonged to her.

  Sparkles glittered on the inside of her eyelids. A second pulse seemed to take up residence inside her puss. It beat and squeezed and made all her muscles clench tight. Sophia came, her fingers curled tight into her husband’s broad back. She knew it was him before her, which meant it was Paris’s lap on which she sat.

  “You asked me once what I thought of sodomy,” Paris whispered into her ear. “I have an answer for you now.”

  “You do?”

  His hips nuzzled up close to her bottom, which confirmed her deduction. “I think it’s an art, and a divine one at that.” She couldn’t agree more, even if owing to it, her limbs were floppy and she doubted she’d move again until the afterglow had long worn off. “And if it’s a sin, Sophie, then I’ll gladly sell my soul for it. I love you, and should I mention you truly have the most delectable, fantastic bottom.”

  Author’s Note

  Thank you for reading Ménage After Midnight. I hope you enjoyed reading about Paris, Sophie and Alexander. If you’re eager to learn about the other guests at the Rievaulx House summer house pa
rty then be sure to check out the other titles in the Romps & Rakehells series, Capturing Cora and Taming Taylor ~ available now. Turn the page to learn more.

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  Romps & Rakehells Series

  Capturing Cora

  Ménage After Midnight

  Taming Taylor

  Tupping the Temptress (coming soon)

  Georgian Rakehells

  A Gentleman’s Wager

  Indiscretions

  Phantasmagoria

  Three Times the Scandal

  Her Husband’s Lover

  The Ghosts of Christmas Past (coming soon)

  The Serpent’s Kiss (coming soon)

  Contemporary Fiction

  Rock Hard Series (Xane & Dani)

  Come Undone

  Come Together (released 25th September 2014)

  Come Alive (due 2015)

  Black Halo Series (Ash & Ginny)

  All Night Long

  All Fired Up (due Dec 2014)

  All Right Now (due 2015)

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  About the Author

  Madelynne Ellis is a multi-award winning author of erotic romance. Her novels and short stories have been published by a variety of houses and have been translated into several languages. She lives in the UK, not far from the Welsh border with her partner of 20+ years, their two adorable children, a crazy puppy and a chocoholic rabbit.

  Madelynne drinks decaf out of preference, and has an unnatural obsession with a certain Japanese rock star. Her aim is to deliver scorching, character-driven stories that enchant, torment and don’t shy from darker aspects of life. You can reach her at ~ http://www.madelynne-ellis.com