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Three Lovers

For Lucy

BY

S. K. Yule

EXCERPT

When she awoke again, she was amused to find three sexy males staring at her. Paul and Kendall were on either side of her and Jeremy lay across the bed at her feet, propped on one elbow.
 “So the Lady awakes at last.” Paul placed a lingering kiss on her lips.
 Kendall followed with a gentle squeeze to her breast, and she squeaked when Jeremy nipped a toe that had wiggled out from under the covers.
       She sat up in alarm. “Oh my! What time is it?”
      “A little past dawn. Why?” Kendall answered as she scrambled off the bed.
      “I have guests that will be rising soon. Surely you understand I cannot let them find out what we did last night.”
      “You have guests that are rising here, My Lady.” Paul flashed a lopsided grin.
     “Who the hell cares?” Jeremy watched her with his unsettling eyes as she squirmed into her chemise.
      “I care. Do you know the scandal this will cause if anyone finds out what we have done?” Not to mention the fact she would never find a husband—old, young, or otherwise—if her romp with The Trio found its way outside of this room. And she had no choice but to marry to assure her future would be free of Barnard’s greedy paws.
      “Are you really asking us that?” Kendall smiled.
     “Yeah, you do remember who we are right? The Trio of Trouble?” Paul winked at her.
       She shot him a look, and he grabbed his chest. “Please do not look at me so, for one look of rejection from thy eyes could kill me.”
      “Cut out the poetry, Paul. This is serious. While it would be wonderful to be a man at this moment, and sustain no ill consequences if everyone were to find out about what happened here last night, I do not suffer that luxury. I have to get back to my room.” She turned for the door.
      She really didn’t want to leave, but she couldn’t afford a scandal like this. The fact that three men were obviously ready to shower her with attention once again gave her a moment’s pause. It didn’t help that Paul and Kendall’s nudity was barely covered by the sheet, or that Jeremy had only a pair of trousers on that hung precariously low over his hips since the top button was undone.
 No matter. She had to get back to her room, bathe and dress so she could look presentable for her guests at breakfast. However, before her hand could turn the knob on the door, she was grabbed from behind. She giggled when Jeremy held her back against his chest, her feet dangling off the floor. He kissed her neck, and she moaned at the feel of his lips on her skin.
       She shivered when he whispered in her ear. “I am most happy you are not a man, Lucy. Don’t you think we at least deserve a kiss goodbye?”
     “What if I don’t want this to be goodbye?” She sighed.
      Jeremy didn’t reply. Simply turned her to face him, let her slide down his hard body and covered her mouth with his. He cupped her cheek while he kissed her hungrily, stroking her tongue with his own, nipping, soothing. He pulled back after a few moments. Before she had time to recover, another hand snaked around Jeremy and pulled her out of his arms.
      She came up against Paul’s chest next. He cupped her nape and placed his mouth to her neck. He nibbled a path to her jaw and finally found her lips. His kiss was gentle, one she would almost consider a friendly kiss if not for the passion sizzling under the surface. She ran her hand up his chest and cried out when she was jerked, yet again, to another bare chest.
      Kendall wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to him. His mouth was firm on hers. His tongue danced along the seam of her lips until they opened for him. Where Jeremy’s kiss was demanding, and Paul’s was gentle, Kendall’s was possessive. She felt as if he were branding her as his own, imprinting himself on her. She couldn’t lie to herself. All three men were branded on her, and she had a feeling they would be so forever.
      She was breathless by the time Kendall released her and stepped back. The urge to stay, to feel their hands and mouth on her again was near more than she could deny, but she did so . . . barely. She opened the door and tiptoed down the quiet hallway, dimly lit by the gray, morning light, to her own room. Once she was safely behind the closed door, she let out a long sigh. There wasn’t a place on her body that didn’t ache from being so thoroughly loved. It was a delicious ache, an ache she wanted to feel again, an ache she never wanted to be without.

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