It was a beautiful day, and they rode for several hours. Savannah had arranged for Roberts to bring a picnic luncheon to a designated spot beneath some willow trees in a meadow by a winding stream. When they finally returned to the stables, Reg's cell phone rang, the ring tone playing 'Rule Britannia.' After a few terse words he went into the house, followed by his wife, who called to her guests to come in for tea.
Emily caught Devlin's arm and drew him back into the darkened stables. The horses had been unsaddled and rubbed down, their feed bins filled. There were no stablemen in sight. 'My clit's been rubbed back and forth all day,' she whispered in Devlin's ear. 'I have always wanted to be fucked in a stable. Would you like to screw me here in a darkened stall on the hay?' She licked at his ear, and then nipped the lobe. Then she unzipped his riding pants and drew his penis out. Kneeling before him she pulled his pants down and began to play with him, nuzzling and licking his balls, twisting her head to take them into her mouth. Her tongue rolled them about slowly within the wet warmth.
Michael Devlin drew a sharp breath. Where had she learned to do that? Her sexual manuals, of course. But dear God, she did what she was doing very, very well. 'Not that I don't appreciate the offer,' he ground out, 'but you'll have to get out of your pants, and getting back into them if someone comes in won't be easy.'
Emily released his balls. 'No, I won't,' she said. 'I made a little alteration to my breeches, Devlin. I told you, I've always wanted to be fucked in a stable a la Lady Chatterly. Trust me.' Then she licked up and down his penis a few times before taking him into her mouth and suckling him.
His fingers dug into her scalp. 'I'm perfectly willing to be the gardener to your Lady Chatterly,' he groaned, 'but I don't want to come in your mouth, angel face.'
She nodded and continued her glorious torture of his cock, which swelled and lengthened until Emily began to gag slightly.
'That's enough,' he said low, pulling her up. 'Now, madam, show me how I am going to fuck you with your damned pants on.' And she took his hand and drew it down to her crotch, pulling the fabric there apart. 'Where the hell did you find these breeches?' he asked, both surprised and delighted as they slid to the hay.
'I sew,' she murmured, guiding his penis to her very wet cunt. 'God, I am so hot for you, Devlin! I don't think I can wait too long.'
'Let's get your legs up over my shoulders,' he said. 'I want to go deep.'
And he did, thrusting harder and faster into her until she screamed softly with her orgasm, and he came so hard that they both shook with the force of their pleasure.
'Ohh, that was incredible.' Emily gasped as she began to come down again. 'It was even better than I thought it would be.'
'Glad to be of service, madam,' he replied weakly. 'You are becoming insatiable, angel face. And I love it.'
He adored her. He loved sex with her. Was it possible he had real feelings for her? Of course he did. He loved her. 'We'd better pull it together,' she said finally. 'Sava is no fool, and she'll have figured it out already. But I don't want Reg leering at us when we come in for tea.'
'Agreed.' Devlin stood up, pulling Emily with him. 'Don't forget to close your breeches. How did you make that alteration, by the way?'
'Velcro,' she told him with a grin.
He was still laughing when they entered the manor house lounge for their tea.
Savannah was alone, and appeared extremely annoyed. 'Reg has to go back up to London tomorrow,' she said. 'That damned woman,' she added, looking as if she might cry. And Savannah Banning never cried.
'What woman?' Emily was at once sympathetic.
'Gillian Brecknock, that so-called actress,' Savannah said.
'I thought he gave her up when you were married,' Emily said.
'So did I, but it's obviously been going on all along,' Savannah said bitterly.
'Oh, Sava, I'm so sorry.' Emily put her arms about her friend.
'Oh, don't worry. I'm no Lady Di. I'll never divorce him. And the truth is that he does love me. But he's like all these damned Brit toffs: He's got to have his little bit on the side and think he's keeping it a big secret from the wife because it adds excitement to the relationship for him. I could ruin it by causing a scene, but I won't. At least I know who he's with when he's with Gillian. I know what she is. And I know he had the opportunity to marry her before he even met me, but he wouldn't. I may be an American, but I'm Southern aristocracy, I'm famous for writing racy novels, and I'm rich. It gives me more points than an actress who began her life in Liverpool and still lapses into the dialect when she gets angry. Reg is a snob at heart, you know, and I've done my duty as a nobleman's wife. He's got an heir and a daughter, and the little stick went pink the other day when I peed on it, so there'll be another next June. That's why I'm so weepy. Hormones running rampant,' she concluded with a weak grin.
Emily hugged Savannah. 'Oh, I'm so happy for you! Even if he is a pig!'
'You should have kids,' Savannah said softly.
'You have to have a husband to have kids,' Emily replied. 'At least I do.'
'Then you're ready to get married,' Savannah persisted, looking past Emily to Michael Devlin and fixing him with a hard stare.
'If the right man asked, yes,' Emily said.
At that moment Lord Palmer came into the lounge. 'Did Sava tell you?' he asked them. 'I have to go back to London tomorrow. One of my clients is in need of my services,' he told them smoothly. 'Let's skip tea, Sava, and take Emily and Mick out to dinner. That charming little French restaurant that opened up a few months ago on the other side of Barrow would be lovely, don't you think? It's called La Belle Auberge.'
'What a brilliant idea, darling,' Savannah said, smiling at her husband.
'Then we'll go back to the inn to dress, and we'll meet you at the restaurant,' Michael Devlin said. 'The concierge will tell us how to get there.'
'Perfect!' Savannah agreed. 'I'll make the reservations. Eight o'clock all right?' She reached up, and pulled a piece of straw from Emily's hair. 'Don't be late,' she told them with a wicked grin.
'How long do we have?' Emily asked her lover when they had regained their rooms at the inn.
'A little over three hours,' he said. 'Why?'
'I thought you would like to see something I bought before I left,' she replied innocently, but a little smile played at the edges of her mouth.
'Is it naughty?' he asked her.
'Yes,' she said, 'but how naughty depends upon you, Devlin.'
He nodded, seating himself in a wing chair by the lounge fire. 'I will await your pleasure, angel face,' he told her with a smile. He loved how she was suddenly seeking out things to please him. Was it because she cared for him, or was she just researching again? How the hell could he ever really know? And yet she had said quite plainly to Savannah that she was ready to marry and have children. But was he? Yes, he loved her the way he had never really loved another woman. But was he ready to give up his freedom, and stick to one woman for the rest of his days? And when he married it would be forever. He was Irish, for God's sake.
Emily went into the bathroom and quickly showered. Thoroughly dried, she now put on the black garter belt, rolled on a pair of black stockings with tiny diamantes scattered all over them, and slipped on the black teddy. It barely reached her belly button, was held up by thin little silk straps, and had tiny heart cutouts that allowed her nipples to thrust out through the fabric. Slipping her feet into the black silk-and-rhinestone stilettos, she gave her strawberry-blond hair a quick brush, looked at herself in the floor-length mirror on the closet door, and smiled, pleased.
'Close your eyes, Devlin,' she told him. 'And ready or not, here I come!' Then she walked out into the other room, stood before him, and said, 'Okay, you can open your eyes now.' She had struck a provocative pose, her butt sticking out.
His open eyes widened with appreciation at her appearance. 'Yes,' he drawled slowly. 'Very naughty indeed, angel face. Now stay where you are, because I found a few things in a shop in Frankfurt that should give us a little
