My Lady Gambled (13 page)

“Oh, Saxon, I did not even think of it, and you are right, I should have. We should have!”

“Well we complement each other, Lady Firefly, because I never thought of your, quite erotic might I add, solution.”

Joelle grinned with impish fire in her dark eyes. “What I want to know is if it is possible to do it to each other at the same time? There must be a-. Oohh!” Joelle squealed as Saxon lifted her upward, then with a sort of dancing tumble, they ended on the settee with her on the bottom and his strong body blanketing hers. 

“We will have to experiment,” Saxon said from above her. His arms held her arms clinched inward, which pressed her breasts together. Looking down, they looked like two big mounds ready to pop. There was her cleavage finally. Saxon looked down at it and purred a male sound of pure approval as he swayed from side to side moving her over-plump cleavage with him as he watched.

His long hair fell all around them. She certainly had his interest now. All masculine interest, and he was going to culminate this time. Joelle could feel where Saxon’s very ridged cock lay, the impression from as far at the bottom of her sex as it could go, upward past her belly button. There ending where she was surprised to feel the head bared against her bare belly. It was hot and fat feeling, with something wet drizzling on her skin. It must be so hard and long, it had grown out of the waistband on Saxon’s trousers, she realized.

That set her to more sensual quivering as Saxon slid his body lower and with his teeth, he grasped the scarf over her right breast. Her mind was split with sensations. On one hand, she was aware of the head of Saxon’s exposed penis, now lowered into the split of her sex, rubbing more arousing heat, and on the other hand, Saxon tugging free the scarf over her breast, baring it with his teeth. Saxon’s lips followed closely on the removal of the scarf to kiss her breast, then nip, then lick.

“Ooh, love,” Joelle moaned, arching her back to raise her breast into the heat of his mouth as she grasped his buttocks and used this leverage to grind her sex against the head of his cock.

Joelle was not certain that she could last through Saxon’s determined and slow sensual tortures. She had withheld her desire for so long, along with bringing it to teasing peaks just in Saxon’s company so often without repletion, so that now, the urgency for release was consuming her body.

Saxon suckled Joelle’s nipple tip to a tight peak, feeling it prod against his tongue, as Joelle moaned. “Please, Saxon, we will go as slow as dripping honey next time. This time I cannot wait. I cannot!”

Joelle’s nipple point left Saxon’s mouth to stand turgid and wet as he raised his gaze to the dark urgent need in Joelle’s eyes. Then suddenly, Joelle shoved on his chest, with a great amount of force for such a little package. He could have stalled his tumble, but he grinned instead, going with it, taking Joelle with him as he landed on the floor on his back with her now on top of him.

One second later, Joelle had squirmed down his body and had his engorged cockhead sunk in the heat of her mouth, snugging her lips tightly around it.

“Jesus!”

“Mm mm.” She licked eagerly on just the head, and he knew that she would never get the whole thing into her sweetly sucking mouth. But, the fact that it was Joelle made that a nonissue. He groaned, arching his hips and clutching masses of her hair, just the stimulation of Joelle’s lips sucking rapidly over the head was so inducing that he felt the threat of ejaculation quickly rising in his cock. It was his enforced abstinence. It was his desire for Joelle. Whatever, it was, he had trouble fighting it back and controlling it, when he rasped. “Turn around, Firefly love, let me taste your flame.”

Putting his mind on anything but Joelle’s lips drawing on the head of his penis, he was not certain Joelle had heard him or understood what he wanted. However, he reached forward and bodily moved her where he wanted her. Joelle’s avidly drawing lips barely left their suctioning enthusiasm as he guided her to straddle his chest and he gazed at the luscious honey pot of Joelle’s pussy. A cheer rose inside him as though he had scored the victory point in some sporting event. Hit the bull’s eye dead center. This was a man’s nirvana. He had never experienced it in this fashion before, so earthy and lustily straddled over each other. It hit him that this was what a love and relationship brought. Carnal, exotic, full-bodied adventure. He was so aroused that he forgot to undo his hook for safety purposes, but he managed to think enough to keep it to the side, as he lifted his head and touched his tongue to Joelle’s already drenched pussy lips.

“Oh! Mm. Ooh! Ooh,” Joelle commended him with eager moans around the head of his penis as her lovely small ass quivered.

Joelle’s outer pussy lips were flushed and puffy, spreading to reveal the deep coral within, soused with her excitement. The heat coming from her pussy was humid and sweet. The scent filled him, throbbing hard into his penis. Saxon licked and kissed the outer lips, letting his tongue lave up the outside. Then, his tongue lapped back down the center, kissing and flicking as he went, until he rubbed against Joelle’s protruding clitoris.

“Ooh!”

Her answering wriggling pressed this bud of ardor with enthusiasm onto his lashing tongue, as he lifted a finger to sink into the tunnel of her clenching heat. “Ooh! Ooh!”

Joelle’s ass rose upward as he followed with his tongue and more rapid lunging of his finger. Joelle’s mouth latched tighter over the head of his penis as her small hands climbed up and down the shaft. Her vigor bounced her tongue on the slit, sending shockwaves of bliss spiking through him. They curled inward toward each other. Their bodies seeking more divine pleasures as Joelle’s mouth lifted and lower over the top of his penis as fast as he coupled his finger inside her, and played serious attentions to her clitoris.

He felt Joelle’s hair falling like feathered silk over his belly, his groin, and caressing his balls as he used the direction of his finger mating Joelle’s clutching sheath to rock her clitoris against his swiftly frisking tongue. Her staccato cries grew shriller as her inner thighs clamped down around his head, and he strained to hold back his ejaculation. He could feel the burn of intense pleasure moving up his shaft. He renewed his vigor on Joelle’s clitoris and vagina, with sudden and needy inspiration proposing that he wrap his lips over Joelle’s clitoris and suck hard. Score!

Thank God, because he could no longer hold back, as Joelle writhed over him with her climax erupting. When he felt her juices leaching and her body contorting, with her pussy throbbing in his mouth, he relaxed the restraint he held on ejaculating. Then, he groaned with a suppressed roar into the sweet hot quivering meat of Joelle’s pussy.

Kit contained her teary and trembling reactions with wobbly restraint. It had not been easy to get away from Nick, to wrest herself from the hotel room and be on her way. The row she’d had with Nick, after Brynmore had deserted her, had been loud and abusive. However, she had yelled as loud as Nick had, and finally managed to wrestle herself away. She felt certain, after all the things she had screamed at him, he would not be bothering her again. More likely, he would return home to lick his wounds, and connive a way to declare her insane on paper or something equally as vile. Nothing was beyond Nick Ralston and his greed to get his hands on the Montoya fortune. If Clay were dead and her lawyer did not get the divorce through quickly, Nick just might manage it.

But, she did not care! She would give away the entire fortune if she could find her brother alive. That is why, when she left the hotel, she did not try to follow Brynmore and Yojo, but went in the opposite direction. Instead, she was going to the chateau where The Order had performed its evil ceremonies. A place where her suspicions and dread were leading her too, after hearing Yojo alluding to sacrifices and murders. She was spurred by the question, why were all the men Brynmore was searching for still missing?

Those questions were why when she reined in her lathered horse outside the chateau, she did not stop to go inside, but ask directions to the property’s graveyard.

“How did I know?” Kit cried, kneeling before the fresh mound of a grave. She would never understand the strength of her suspicions knowing this fresh grave, or the others, would be here. Later, someone she would come to respect would tell her it was a logical assumption, but now it felt unearthly.

There was only one fresh grave, with a marker that read an esteemed nobleman’s name. She did not let that stop her as she began to dig with her fingers, clawing at the freshly turned earth. It was morbid and disrespectful, but nothing would halt her, as tears streamed down her face, while she dug. 

It took her only a moment to find the first bit of debris. It was a man’s gold ring that she had never seen before. Then, she found a cuff link, next a broken piece of a pocket watch, later the skeleton of a hand, but not attached. It was black with soot. Unnerved, she set it aside with her insides crawling, and her mind crying horrors. But, she did not stop. No matter how gruesome it was, she kept digging.

Then!

“Oh my God, no!” Kit cried. “No! No!” She wailed, as she pulled out a gold cross on a long chain. It was the length a man would wear around his neck, and the cross was lavishly embellished.

“No, God, oh please, no,” Kit sobbed, holding it up to the sunlight. “Clay!” she screamed. 

(Continued in Lady Gambled Book Two … )
 

Drummond caressed his wife Gabriella’s soft belly. They lay sprawled nude on their linen-tumbled bed after a rambunctious bout of ardent lovemaking. He was just breathing evenly, while his wife hummed small purrs with something obviously on her mind. Blast! Women were so energetic after sex, as if it infused them with life’s vital ‚lan, while men’s very bone structure fell limp and their minds turned to mush. He knew, of course, what was likely on his lovely wife’s enterprising mind.

He supposed in the end he had played his reluctance for all it was worth, while receiving the many varieties of his wife’s sexual favors as she tried to influence him. Not that their normal sexual intimacies were lacking at all, however Gabriella became very creative with sex when she wanted something.

Drummond smiled into the pillow. She always got it, too. Nevertheless, far be it from him to inform her that he could deny her very little. Drummond opened one eye like a lazy cat and looked at Gabriella’s plump white breasts as she lay still entirely naked on her back, beside him. She was playing one of her long painted fingernails around her lips and he could just see her mind whirling. Mm, he thought, never before had discussing his intended spying mission been so visually enjoyable. He could get use to this.

“Hmm, Drummond, amour.”

“Mm, yes, love,” Drummond responded with a slow drawl.

“Chloe spoke to me again and I have finally been able to read between the lines.”

Drummond rose up on his elbow and moved to lean over Gabriella, looking down at her. “Really?” he asked, tilting his head.

“I could tell you if I were involved,” she hinted.

“As I see it, Orchid, you are already thoroughly enmeshed despite my misgivings,” Drummond said, as his hand gently cupped the underside of her breast and he caressed it gently.

“Drummond, I know you are worried over safety issues. It will be dangerous. However, I am quite certain your superb mind can overcome most of that.” 

“Flattery will get you everywhere and from what I have heard all the Archangels wives and lovers have been flattering to distraction, until we are all left as puddles at your collective feet.”

“Oh, Drummond,” Gabriella exclaimed softly. “You will not regret letting us help you destroy The Order! And, as far as danger, each of us now married and in love, worry over each of you as much as you worry over us. How you dealt with this in the past needs to be revised, though. It is time now, with all the changes in our lives. I believe this wholeheart-edly.”

“Then we come back to Harrison,” Drummond said. “You know we all had to kill but he had to perform cold-hearted assassinations.”

Gabriella pressed her fingers to his lips stopping his words. “I know, my amour, but you can see how that would destroy him now. Really any one of you.”

“Yes, I felt certain that was what was troubling Harrison. And, Chloe confirmed that, I take it?” Gabriella nodded. “Yes, Gabriella, we have moved beyond war where outright assassinations appear more acceptable.”

“I know, but I also know that you can find a different way, Drummond. I have faith in that extraordinary mind of yours.”

Gabriella patted both his cheeks with encouragement. He was going to need encouraging if he were to devise a plan to destroy The Order of the Satyr, while trying to keep everyone safe. Even more so, with the women involved and do it all while allowing no outright assassinations. Of course, he could not order assassinations anymore. This was not war and he was no longer a spy for England. If he did it now, they could charge him with murder. Be that as it may, he had already been thinking quite extensively.

“I have called Brynmore back from St. Petersburg. He has found Incubus, who is basically remaining low-key, hiding and cowering.”

“So it begins soon?” Gabriella asked, rubbing his chest.

“Yes, love. The first step does. We need to infiltrate the new cult that The Order has resurrected and moved outside of London.”

“Mrs. Birmingham, I certainly appreciate your answering my questions.” Kit looked at the pleasing, rotund lady sitting next to her in the tasteful front parlor of her home in London.

“Of course, my dear, and you must call me, Maddie. Your father was a great friend of ours. My husband, George, always regales me with tales of visiting your father in America those many years ago. Then I turn George’s ear right back with tales of the visits your father made here to London. Of course by then, George and I were married and George was right here with us, but still we love telling them.”