increased the tempo until he was moving with increasing rapidity, and he could feel her orgasm approaching. He slowed himself, and she protested, but, laughing, he first kissed and then nipped at the nape of her neck. 'Be patient, angel face. I want it to be extra good for us this time.' Then he began to thrust harder and harder, until she was crying out to him with her need for release. He gave it to her, his come spurting in thick gobs into her vagina. Then with a groan he fell forward briefly, his hands reaching around her to clasp her breasts.
Lord Reginald Palmer, Baron Tilbury, had come upon the scene shortly after it had begun. He smiled and watched as Michael Devlin fucked the adorable Emily Shanski, his own dick getting harder and harder. The scene seemed to go on forever, and he was sorely tempted to pick up where the Irishman had left off. But then his wife was drawing his penis from his riding breeches, kneeling down, and sucking him off. 'Good girl,' he murmured low as she swallowed every bit of his salty cum.
'I heard you come in,' Savannah said softly. 'You're a very naughty boy, Reg, spying on Emily and Mick.' She stood up and smoothed her dress down.
'He covered her like one of my stallions with a mare,' Lord Palmer replied admiringly. 'No hesitation at all. And damned if she didn't seem to quite enjoy it, Sava. Didn't know Emily fucked. Do you think she would enjoy a threesome with us?'
'Already asked, darling, but she said no. Thought it would make a nice birthday surprise for you. Unfortunately you're married to me, and that makes her uncomfortable. Sorry about that. Now I've told Roberts to give us ten minutes and then serve tea. We're fortunate he didn't come upon us, but, of course, it wouldn't be the first time.' She took his arm. 'I think they're finished now,' she said, peeking through the door to the lounge, which hadn't been quite shut. 'Let's go in. Emily, Mick, look who's just come in from the stables.' She led her husband into the room.
Emily was flushed rosy, but she managed to stand up from the couch, where she had just been sitting. 'Reg, how nice,' she said as they kissed each other's cheeks.
'You are radiant, Emily, my dear,' Lord Palmer replied. There was just the faintest scent of sex about her, and it was very erotic, he thought. He turned to Michael Devlin. 'Mick, how are you?' Dumb question. The man had the look of a well-fed tabby, and why not? He was fresh from a boisterous fuck with a lovely woman.
They were barely seated again when Roberts appeared, accompanied by a little maid and carrying a large silver tea tray. He set it down on the butler's tray. 'Shall I pour, m'lady?' he asked Savannah.
'Yes, but just first cups, Roberts. Then you and Agnes may go,' she answered. She glanced at the tray. Watercress, cucumber, and beef-and-cheddar finger sandwiches. Scones, clotted Devon cream, and strawberry jam. A plate of Mrs. Munson's miniature lemon curd, and mince meat tartlets. Another plate of thin-sliced dark fruitcake. A bit skimpy, but it would do. Tea was a bit late, after all, and there was dinner to consider.
'Didn't they feed you on the flight?' Lord Palmer asked Emily innocently.
'Your English air makes me extra hungry,' Emily replied, snatching the last beef-and-cheddar sandwich from the plate. 'Sava, this mustard is delicious. Where do you get it? Is it French?'
Master William and Miss Selena were brought into the lounge by their nanny, a starchy-looking older woman, to greet the guests and then bid their parents a good night. They were fresh from their baths, and in pajamas and nightgown. Selena, her mother's miniature, was shy, for she hardly knew Emily, but she did recall Michael Devlin, and was soon curled up in his lap.
'Her mother's daughter,' Emily said with a smile.
William, however, remembered his godmother. He put his arms about her neck and kissed her cheek. 'Did you bring me a gift?' he asked her.
'It's at the inn, and I will have it for you tomorrow,' Emily told him.
'What is it?' he wanted to know.
'It's a surprise, William,' she replied.
After fifteen minutes Nanny announced it was time for Master William and Miss Selena to depart. Their supper would be waiting for them in the nursery. The children bade their parents and their guests good night, and left the lounge without protest.
'They have beautiful manners,' Emily remarked. Then she glanced at her watch. 'I think we have to be going, Sava. I'm exhausted with the time change.'
'I thought you would remain for dinner,' Savannah protested.
'Not tonight,' Emily replied. 'I need my rest. It's after eleven at home.' She stood up.
'I rented a car,' Michael Devlin said, and he stood too. 'We know our way back to the inn.'
'We'll ride tomorrow about ten,' Savannah said. 'Join us?'
'I brought my breeches,' Emily answered her. 'Do you still have that lovely gray gelding I like? He's such a sweetie, and has a nice gait.'
'I think we keep him just for your visits, my dear,' Lord Palmer said. 'I'll see he's saddled and waiting for you. How about you, Mick? That mean black fellow you always seem to favor?'
Michael Devlin nodded. 'Perfect. Savannah, my love, thank you for a delicious tea. Reg, we'll see you in the morning.' He took Emily's hand, and together they left their hosts. 'I've rented a Jag,' he said as they came out of the house and helped her into the car. 'Shall I order supper in the room?'
'Yes,' she agreed, knowing she could look forward to a night of bliss in his arms. 'And champagne, Devlin.'
'What are we celebrating?' he asked her.
'Being in England,' she replied lightly.
Savannah had arranged for them to have a charming little suite consisting of a small lounge and bedroom, both with fireplaces. The bed was large and hung with flowered curtains. The bathroom was small, but serviceable. Their bags had been unpacked for them by the maid. Emily smiled, wondering what the poor country girl must have thought of all her naughty lingerie. They ate a simple supper and drank their champagne before the fire in the lounge. Then they slept for a while in the big bed, awoke, made tender love, and slept again. When morning came they lay together for a time, watching as the sun crept into the garden outside of their bedroom windows.
'I really did miss you,' Michael Devlin said to her. He was holding her hand. It had been lousy without Emily, and he had realized with shock that he didn't like being without her at all. He needed her, which was difficult for him to admit, for Michael Devlin had never needed anyone-especially a woman. But he needed this woman. Still, while she seemed to enjoy the passion they shared, and was an enthusiastic bed partner, she had never indicated that she cared for him. Maybe she didn't. Maybe it was just all about the sex, and hanging on to her career. Well, he could live with that if he had to, couldn't he?
'I missed you too,' Emily admitted. 'It was so wonderful in August when we could be together all the time. I'm glad you asked me to meet you in England, Devlin.' She snuggled against his shoulder. 'Rina's afraid you're going to ruin my reputation.'
'I certainly hope I am,' he teased her. 'Ruining you is a most enjoyable pastime, angel face.' Then he leaned over and kissed her slowly and sweetly.
Emily sighed with her happiness as their lips touched. But then, as the kiss began to grow more serious in its intent, she pulled away. 'We promised milord and milady that we would ride with them at ten,' Emily said. 'We have to get up. I need my breakfast, Devlin. Knowing Sava and Reg we'll be gone for several hours, and won't see food again until teatime.' She slipped from his arms and from the bed.
They showered together, dressed, and went downstairs to the inn's little dining room for breakfast. They were just in time, the hostess told them as she announced that there was only scrambled eggs and sausage left, plopped a rack of toast on their table, and asked if they would have coffee or tea. When they had eaten they drove through Barrow village and several miles on to Tilbury Manor, where Lord and Lady Palmer were waiting for them at their stables with the horses.
As they mounted their animals Devlin noticed Lord Palmer admiring Emily's ass, which looked particularly fetching in her taupe riding breeches. He felt a sharp prick of anger. He knew the Palmers' predilection for threesomes. He'd been invited once to join them himself, but he'd refused. The bastard had no right looking at Emily like that-like a damned fox contemplating a particularly delicious chicken dinner. And then Michael Devlin realized with surprise that he was jealous. He was jealous! Jealous because he loved her. And she was going to damned well love him or he'd know the reason why.
