Page 167 of His Grace, the Duke
The moment Tom sank his cock between her lips, a release tore through her, making her moan around his length. She clenched tight to Burke’s cock and he was crying out, his release spilling into her as he curled himself around her, kissing her shoulder, her nape, whispering sweet words about her soft perfection.
Tom pulled out of her mouth as Burke pulled out too. Then she was being eased onto the bed, gently laid on her back. She breathed deep, her legs falling open as she reached for Tom. “Please, my love. Need you.”
Tom folded himself over her, lifting one leg up, his hand curling under her hip, as he slid home. She felt the wetness seeping out of her, but it wasn’t enough. She wasn’t complete. Tom’s cock stroked her inside, the angle of her leg letting him hit everything just right. She was going to come again, she could feel it. He would make sure of it.
He kissed her, matching the strokes of his tongue to those of his cock. He only broke the kiss when hands on his shoulders pulled him off her. James and Burke each took one of her hands, stretching them over her head, pinning them down. Her breasts bounced with each hard thrust as Tom owned her.She curled her other leg around his hip, trying to keep him closer.
On either side of her, James and Burke lowered their mouths to her breasts. As soon as they each took a nipple between their teeth, she shattered. She clenched Tom so tight he cried out, his hips jerking still as he poured his release into her, filling her.
She came down from her high, floating like a leaf on a gentle breeze. Peaceful. Carefree. Happy.
Tom slid out of her, flopping on the bed at her feet. Burke and James curled up to her on either side, their arms around her waist. Rosalie thrilled knowing they were all touching.
“What do we do now?” she murmured.
“Now, we sleep,” James replied, kissing her shoulder. “And in the morning, we’ll have breakfast and walk to the church in Finchley. I’ll marry you with Burke and Tom to witness. Then we’ll all come back here and do this again.”
“Every day,” Burke replied.
“Forever,” Tom added.
Rosalie smiled. She couldn’t help it. Forever sounded good.
Bonus Epilogue
Rosalie
Two Months Later
“Stop fidgeting,” James muttered.
Rosalie’s hand immediately stilled on the fur trim of her pelisse. “I’m not fidgeting,” she replied.
Yes, she was.
James just smirked, curling his fingers protectively over the hand she had draped on his arm. He gave it a soft squeeze. “There’s no reason to be nervous.”
She frowned. James had been repeating that sentiment nearly every hour for the last week. It wasn’t helping her anxiety. In fact, if anything, his own lack of concern was only making things worse. If he said it again, she was going to find a stick and whack him about the knees. She was about to say as much when Burke let out a soft laugh.
“Careful, James. The duchess is not above salting people’s tea when they irritate her.”
Rosalie shot him a knowing look, the corner of her mouth quirking into a little smile.
He returned it, his grey eyes as stormy as ever against the December sky.
Between them, James just sighed, checking his pocket watch for the fourth time. He glanced over his shoulder at Lawson, the butler. “She did say two o’clock, yes?”
“Yes, Your Grace,” Lawson replied with a nod.
“She will come,” said Rosalie, her smile falling. “I doubt very much she will miss this first chance to excoriate us both. What a fine Christmas present for herself.”
“If she dares try it, she will sleep in the stable with Magellan,” James replied.
“Perhaps a Christmas miracle might occur, and we will find the dowager on her best behavior, merely happy to be home amongst family for the holiday,” offered Burke.
James cast him an incredulous look. “You’ve met my mother, right?”
Burke just chuckled again.
