I smiled up at him. His black eyes sparkled with triumph. Or so I thought. Because then he bent his head and kissed me—hot, wet and thoroughly. I kissed him back, loving his dark-chocolate flavor and his spiced scent. There was something about the kiss that told me the sparkle in Quinn’s eyes had more to do with lust than pharmacology.
“The girls got to school okay?” he asked, pulling back just far enough to study my face.
“Yes, fine.”
“Good.” He was kissing me again, his hands sliding up and down my back, over my butt and thighs, sending tingles of sensation through my clothes and onto my skin.
“No more having to be quiet and discreet then,” he said breathlessly as he kissed over my cheek and onto my neck.
“No.” I pushed my hands into his hair, messed it up and offered myself for his kiss.
His chin, coated in short evening stubble, scratched my flesh in a wickedly tempting way. “No more having to be quiet, no more having to wait until nighttime and locking the door.” I leaned harder against his body. The steely length of his erection prodded my stomach.
He moaned and squeezed me all the tighter. “Let’s celebrate,” he murmured.
“What, the pledge or the fact we can have sex when and wherever we want to again?”
“Both.” Sneaking his hand up the inside of my t-shirt, he filled his palm with my breast—massaging and kneading, drawing my nipple to a stiff peak through the satin.
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I whimpered in delight and shoved at his jacket. Celebratory sex sounded like a great idea. He released me for a split second and the expensive jacket slipped down his arms and landed on the dusty floor with a quiet
whump
.
Drake ran in, damp nose sniffing our legs as he tangled his big, square body with our knees. He barked a greeting at Quinn.
“Get outta here,” Quinn ordered with a frown.
Drake let out a whine, turned on his heels and galloped out of the stable. He would never have gone if I’d told him to, but like most animals, and people, when Quinn said something it happened.
His hands were on me again, around the waistband of my pants this time. Pushing and shoving them along with my knickers down my thighs. Cool air hit my warm flesh and a sudden rush of blood to my pelvis sent my nerve endings dizzy with desire.
“You taste gorgeous,” he said, tracing the seam of my lips with his tongue. “Like berries or sweets or something.”
“Mm, raspberry tea.” I clung to his crisp white shirt as his fingers delved between my pussy lips. “Oh god, Quinn.” I shuffled my legs to spread them wider within the confines of my pants. “Yes, that’s good.”
He pressed against my swelling clit and my knees turned weak. “Yes, that’s it. Just there.”
He snaked his other hand around my waist and held me as he began wicked little rotations with just the right amount of pressure over my needy nub. Muttering something incoherent even to my own ears, I tilted my hips for more and let him support my body.
He fretted and circled until I was panting and swollen then he whispered, “Turn around. Turn around, Ariane. I want to see your pretty ass.” 18
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He lifted his fingers from me and I quickly did as he asked, my whole body buzzing and my breaths coming quick. Facing the stacked bales of straw, I tipped over, offering my naked rump.
“Ah, the perfect celebration,” he said, smoothing his hands over my trembling flesh.
Clutching a handful of straw, I turned and glanced up at his angular face cast in shadows. His lips were moist from our kisses and slightly parted as he looked down at me, exposed for his eyes and his touch. He slid his fingers into the cleft of my cheeks, over my anus to my pussy entrance. I let out a whimper of impatience. I needed him inside me, touching me. It was a need that was becoming more painful with each passing second that it wasn’t met.
“It’s okay, baby, I’m here.” And with that he pushed two of his wonderfully long, elegant fingers into me high and firm, until his knuckles butted against my lips. I groaned and clenched around him. “You’re so wet for me,” he groaned. “So hot and wet you’re practically dripping.”
“Yes, oh Quinn, I want you, I want your cock inside me, please now.” He didn’t reply. Instead he began to pump his fingers in and out, curling the tips so he rubbed against my G-spot. It felt so good, so deeply satisfying. But my clit needed attention too, so I dropped my fistful of straw and sent down my own hand to search out release.
“Oh, that’s so damn sexy,” he muttered, pulling his fingers out. “I’ll never get enough of watching you touch yourself.”
I heard the zipper on his pants then his heavy breaths were close by my ear, his chest just touching my back. I carried on masturbating, climbing to orgasm. Writhing on the straw bales, my breasts flattened against fronds that scratched the flesh of my stomach where my top had rumpled upward.
Suddenly the wide head of his cock brushed my entrance.
“Quinn,” I whimpered, naked desire making my voice as thick as treacle. “Please, fuck me.”
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He placed his hands on either side of my head and curled his fingers around the bale as though holding it steady.
He forged in, dominant, powerful and possessive.
I cried out in delight and my knees collapsed as he rode to the hilt. Quinn’s cock, long and lean with his thickly rounded mushroom head, always rubbed my G-spot wonderfully from this angle.
“Oh Jeez,” he grunted. “This is where I’ve wanted to be all damn day.” I couldn’t manage a reply. My whole body was lost to him, lost to the imminent climax his thrusting was building in me.
“Fucking you is the best thing ever, Ariane,” he said then groaned, “I love you, I love you so much.”
“I…I love you too,” I managed, arching my back and neck and fretting my clit harder, faster. “I love you. I love you, Quinn Gilbert.” Suddenly he pulled out. He lifted from my back and his fingers were all over me, in me, spreading my copious lubricating moisture from my pussy up and over my anus, circling the tight ring of muscle that led to my back entrance.
“Relax,” he said in a voice so taut it could have snapped like an elastic band.
“Relax, Ariane.”
I forced my tight band of muscle to ease as the wide head of his cock nudged my anus. When Quinn said “relax” in that guttural voice, I always knew what was coming.
I dropped my forehead onto the straw, closed my eyes and let out a groan of part pleasure, part desperation for him to enter me in his favorite place.
My fingers didn’t let up, catching and circling my clit just the way I liked. Aware of Quinn pushing forward, I braced my spine, loosened my sphincter and let him gain access to my darkest hole.
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“Ah, fuck, yeah,” he moaned, dropping his head to the base of my neck again.
“Fuck, yeah.” He pushed in some more, stretching and filling me. Sharp and tight, rigid and wide, he invaded me in the most primal of ways.
I gasped and claimed the start of a wonderfully intense orgasm that had been simmering hotly in my sex. “Now, Quinn, come with me now,” I moaned into straw that scratched my cheek and poked into my hair. I continued to drag blindly at my clitoris, feeling my pussy weep with moisture.
He forged forward, entering me until his balls hit my lips and my butt was cradled by his loins. A deeply carnal groan vibrated from his chest, rumbling around the darkening stable and into my body.
My head snapped up as my whole pelvis erupted. I cried out in ecstasy and soared through an orgasm so wild it had my toes curling in my boots and my scalp tingling.
Everywhere else in between was pulsating, flying, throbbing as if it would never stop.
Quinn’s body heat left my back. He stood tall, wrapped his hands around my hips and dragged me harder onto his cock, impaling me.
“Jeez, like that, oh, fuck.”
Then he was pumping inside me, his cock spurting as he rode through his own climax. I carried on working my clit, drawing out the pleasure of having him claim my body in such carnal possession.
Orgasm retreating, I pulled my hand from between my legs and dropped my cheek onto the prickly bale. My heated breaths were hard and collected in a mist in front of my face. My heart pounded loud and wild as it rang through my ears.
“Oh, that was so damn good,” he panted, easing his cock from me. “You okay?” He bent to kiss the exposed, damp hollow of my back.
“Never better.” My tight hole felt scorched and satisfied. My clit was still humming with sensation.
“Great way to celebrate,” he said, lifting me gently to face him.
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I allowed him to move my weak body into his arms and draped my hands around his neck. His softening cock pressed against my stomach and I was aware once more of the cool air around my butt cheeks.
“Yeah,” I said breathlessly. “Perfect way to celebrate.” Now I felt truly satisfied. Fucking both my husbands within a few hours of each other always gave me a lovely, hazy glow. All going for it together was the perfect way to reach postcoital bliss but this was good too. Really good.
He kissed me softly as he pulled up my pants and smoothed down my t-shirt.
I broke the kiss, reached down and tucked his cock into his suit pants. He leaned back and watched my hands on him, touching him, caring for him. A sense of pride and possessiveness welled within me. This was the brilliant surgeon who’d just won one of the biggest pharmaceutical grants in the industry and he was all mine. His heart, his body, his gorgeous cock. I bet when he stood in that boardroom this afternoon commanding respect and making important, life-altering decisions, none of the company directors would have guessed he’d come home and celebrate by fucking his wife, who he shared with his best friend, up the ass in a dark, cold stable.
“You hungry?” he asked quietly.
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Chapter Two
I locked up the stable and shooed the hens into their pen for the night. Quinn stood and watched. He was never helpful with the hens, apart, of course, from eating the eggs. But they had to be locked away—there were always foxes prowling around at night and we’d already lost two over the summer.
We stepped hand in hand into the kitchen and Quinn shut the door to keep out the night chill. The lights were on, giving a cozy, buttery glow to the room and Liam stood at the Aga stirring something that smelled wonderful. Betsy once again flouted the rules by sitting on the counter, watching him.
“Mm, that smells great,” I said, resting my hand on his delectable denim-clad butt.
He took a swig from a bottle of beer, banged it down and turned to me. “Try it.” He held out the wooden spoon coated in a creamy sauce flecked with sprigs of green herbs.
After blowing, I drew the gorgeously rich liquid into my mouth. Wine and cream and dill swirled around my taste buds. “Oh, wow.” I licked my lips. “That’s really nice.”
Liam smiled, pleased with himself. “It’s to go with salmon.”
“Sounds good,” Quinn said, heading into the fridge for a can of Coke. “I’m hungry.”
Liam glanced over at him. “It will be ready in five.” He reached out and tugged at my hair.
“Hey,” I said, frowning as my hair roots complained at the sharp gesture.
“Hang on.” He tugged some more. “You’ve straw in your hair.” He pulled out a long, bent stalk with a grainy head.
I smiled and took it from him.
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“You two had fun in the stable then.” Liam resumed stirring his sauce.
“Yes. We were celebrating Quinn’s good news.”
Liam’s head jerked toward Quinn, who was gulping back his can of soda. “Good news?”
Quinn lowered the can. “Yep, good news. I got it.” Liam’s face broke into a broad grin. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks.” Quinn shrugged as though trying to be nonchalant but he couldn’t contain his delighted smile. “I’ll go and wash for dinner.” He held up his suit jacket, dusty and crumpled from lying on the stable floor. “Are you going into the city this week?” he asked me.
“Sure. Leave it on the wash basket and I’ll drop it at the dry cleaners.” He smiled his thanks and turned into the hallway. I went to follow him but Liam reached for my arm.
“What?” I asked.
“You haven’t turned off the camera in Bramble’s stable.” I raised my brows.
“Better remember to do it tomorrow.” He chugged back another swig of beer, his eyes locked on mine.
Suddenly I realized what he was saying. “Did you…did you watch us, Liam?” My heart flipped at the thought of being watched without knowing it. It seemed so naughty, so seedy. I glanced at the silent, black TV in the corner of the kitchen, angled toward the stove.
One corner of his mouth tipped into a grin. “Yeah, you looked good bent over the straw bales.”
“You should have joined us.”
“What and have the sauce burn?”
“Liam.”
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He chuckled. “No, that was your and Quinn’s time, we’d had our fun earlier.” He swallowed and his eyes narrowed slightly. “It made me hot for you all over again though, your sexy arse in the air, all pale and quivery and begging for it. It was like watching my own private porno movie, a real turn-on.” I looked down and saw it had indeed turned him on. He was
still
turned-on. I pressed my palm over his erection, touching my lips to his. “Hold that thought,” I said.
“But right now, I’m hungry for food.”
We ate at the kitchen table. The salmon, sauce and cous cous Liam had cooked was delicious and light and was followed by rich sticky toffee pudding.
“So,” Quinn said, topping up my glass of white wine. “Tell me how the twins were when you dropped them off.”
“Great! They were greeted by Miss Simpson and Kerry and Jane. The girls couldn’t get out of the car fast enough. I’d barely stopped moving when they were all throwing their arms around one another and screaming loud enough to shatter glass.” Quinn smiled. “And the horses?”