Page 7 of Their Brazen Countess
The turn in conversation gave Arthur the perfect excuse to ask Jo the question he’d wanted to ask yesterday. “Speaking of possibilities—I’m curious. Jo, have you ever been kissed?”
She slanted a look at him. “I was married, Arthur.”
He smiled indulgently. Then he asked again, his voice growing rougher as he imagined what he wanted to do. “Yes, but have you ever been properly kissed?”
She hesitated, glanced from Linc to him. “Well, when you ask like that, it…it makes me think that perhaps I have not.”
The fire crackled and popped in the silence as her face turned a delightful shade of pink.
Arthur wondered what she might be thinking. Had her thoughts strayed to the naughty book she’d been reading yesterday? Hope bloomed, but this was Victorian England, not Paris, France.
Jo swallowed as her chin tipped up ever so slightly as if in invitation. “Would you like to show me?”
Linc inhaled sharply next to him, but said nothing.
Arthur leaned forward and reached up, cupping her face in his hand. “I would very much like to do that. Would you like me to kiss you? Or perhaps you would prefer Linc to do it?” He felt the need to give her the choice, though he wanted to be the one to show her what a proper kiss could be like.
“I’d like you to kiss me.”
He darted a worried glance at Linc, who sat there perfectly still but for a slight nod. This may not be The Market, but that did not mean they could not enjoy watching.
She shifted her gaze to Linc. “And…and then I’d like you to kiss me as well.”
Arthur’s cock throbbed in his wool trousers as her words sank in.She wanted them both.“I think we can accommodate that,” he responded as he cast a confirming glance at Linc, who nodded.
No time to waste. Arthur leaned forward and slipped his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck to draw her closer. When he settled his lips on hers, she inhaled softly but did not tense and did not pull away. She was eager and willing, though beyond innocent even as a widow.
He slanted his lips along hers until she relaxed into him, then he slid his tongue along the seam of her lips. With a soft gasp of surprise, Jo opened wider, allowing him to slip inside to taste her sweetness. With a soft moan, her hands found his chest and latched onto his lapels. Following his lead, their tongues twined and tangled as he explored her mouth, and she responded in kind, his passion matched by her own.
Finally Arthur pulled back, allowing both of them to catch their breath.
“Oh, my.” Jo nearly whispered the words. “Is it always like that?”
Arthur’s heart pounded in his chest as his cock throbbed in unison. “No, not always. Only when it’s special.”
She angled to face Linc, eager anticipation shone in her eyes.
“Come here, my little Wood Sprite.” Linc crooked his finger at her.
She moved toward him and unabashedly reached up to take hold of his jacket as she had Arthur’s. Linc slipped an arm around her back and leaned down to sweep her into a kiss.
Arthur watched them, the sight deeply erotic. Linc had pulled Jo into his lap and angled her so she sat between them. Arthur leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck as his hands eagerly spanned her waist. He couldn’t help but enjoy the feel of her uncorseted curves in his hands.
Pressing up against her back, he brought his lips near her ear. “May we loosen your gown, Jo? We’d very much like to see your breasts.”
Linc groaned as he pulled back from their kiss to let her respond.
“I don’t know.” She hesitated. “I-I want to, but I know I shouldn’t. I only just met you both.”
Arthur bit back his groan. “Widows take lovers all the time.” He dropped a kiss on her neck.
Linc leaned back in and placed a kiss on her neck as he caressed her breast through her bodice. He murmured against her skin, “You’ve never known proper pleasure. Let us show you.”
Jo seemed to melt against Linc. “Yes, please,” she panted softly.
Linc turned her around to face Arthur and he promptly captured her lips with his once again. As he plunged into her warm depths, Linc worked on loosening her gown. Arthur sank his fingers into her hair and reveled in the fact that he had all her sweetness on his tongue, and a hint of spice from Linc. His head spun as their tongues dueled. She was learning quickly and becoming less shy with each passing moment. Then her gown dipped and a linen covered breast spilled into one of his hands. The other was cupped by Linc as he kissed and sucked on the flesh at her neck and shoulder.
Jo’s nipple pebbled under his fingertips, growing hard as he plucked and twisted it. Her breathing grew more labored, the need to be inside her growing with each passing moment. But that was not where they were headed. He was certain, without having discussed it, that this would go no further than the two gentlemen giving her pleasure—doing only as they had promised.
