Page 138 of His Grace, the Duke
She clung to Renley’s hip with one hand as he thrust into her over and over. The movement arched her back, bouncing her perfect tits as he got rougher, chasing his release. “Oh God,” she whined, her eyes locked on James.
Burke stepped close behind him. James could feel his hard cock pressing against his hip. “How does he feel, love?” Burke murmured, his breath fanning over James’ ear.
“So good.” She threw her head back against Renley’s chest. “I feel him everywhere.”
Burke smiled. “How close are you?”
“So close—ah—” She let out a little cry as Renley tweaked her nipple with his free hand.
He hummed with pleasure, his face pressed against the curve of her neck. “You’re so tight, Rose. So beautiful. Look how they both want you. Three men desperate for you. Want to please you, make you come, worship you body and soul.”
“I want them too—ah—” Her words were cut short as Renley snaked his hand between her legs, his fingers working her sensitive bud. Her response was immediate, her lips parting in a silent cry as she went rigid. She was right on the edge, coiling tighter. James could see it in her eyes.
Burke let out a low laugh. “Did you hear him, James? Tom says you can’t touch her... but you’re welcome to touch me. Perhaps that will be incentive enough for them both to come.”
With a growl, James turned, tugging Burke to him as he pressed a kiss to his lips, teasing his mouth open with his tongue. Burke sank into the kiss, dropping a hand to cup James’ painfully hard cock.
“Holy shit,” Renley rasped.
Desperate for more, James jerked off Burke’s shirt and tossed it aside. He slid his hands across the smooth plane of his chest, shivering with want as Burke pulled him closer. Burke hummed low in his throat, tracing a line with his finger up James’ neck before licking it with his eager tongue. James groaned, his hands fisting in Burke’s hair.
“Oh God, I can’t—” Rosalie came, her body coiling forward in a series of spasms. Behind her Renley grunted,thrusting hard twice more before he spilled into his letter. They both trembled with their releases.
Burke smiled, nuzzling James’ neck, teasing with a nip of his ear. “See what you’ve been missing,my lord?”
James growled, trying to shove him off, but Burke held fast to him.
“This is the only thing that matters,” he pressed, his breath warm against his ear as he soothed a hand down James’ arm. “This is the only truth we need, right here in this room.”
James watched as Renley curled around Rosalie, smoothing back her hair from her face. She was trembling, her face pressed against the pillow. Her dark hair fanned out behind her. She nodded at whatever he said. It was too low for James to hear. Then Renley was sliding out of her, rolling away to discard the used letter. He sat up, his back turned to them, cleaning himself up.
“Tom, let’s give them a minute,” Burke said, his hand still on James’ shoulder.
Rosalie lifted her head slightly, eyes blinking open as she glanced from Burke to James.
Renley stood from the bed, shrugging himself into his shirt. It was long enough to cover his bare arse. He turned back to Rosalie, sinking one knee on the bed as he leaned over her. “Do you want me to stay?”
She bit her bottom lip nervously but shook her head, her eyes still on James.
Renley kissed her temple, tugging the sheet up over her. James watched how she relaxed, holding the sheet to her naked breasts as she sat up. Tenderness bloomed in his heart for Renley, noting how he cared for her, anticipating her needs before she could voice them.
Renley stepped around the end of the bed, a question in his eyes as he looked from Burke to James.
“Come on, Tom,” Burke said, stepping back.
Renley went to move around him, but James curled an arm around his arm. “Wait.”
Renley met his gaze, his blue eyes calm and clear.
James lifted his chin. He had to know. It was one thing for Burke to say it, but it was quite another to hear it directly from Renley’s lips. “Why are you here?”
Renley blinked, glancing from Burke back to James. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you were given leave from your commanding officer, and you came to Alcott Hall... why?”
The corner of Renley’s mouth quirked into a smile. “Because I wanted to go home.”
“Foxhill House is your home. A Renley has managed that estate for generations.”
