Duty to Love (13 page)

The next conscious thought James had
was
that it was dark. He found himself opening his eyes. The
light in the room seemed dim and faded. The fire appeared to have died down,
and burning embers gave only a faint glow if illumination. Had he fallen
asleep? He must have done.

Rubbing his eyes he saw Arthur and Amelia had fallen
asleep in the opposite chair.

He stirred himself stretching his toes forward to get
blood flowing back to his legs.

They would get chilled if they remained here. Looking
at the clock James saw that it was midnight, not as late as he’d thought.

He walked over to Amelia and Arthur, bending down to
scoop her up into his arms. She stirred as he lifted her, and so did Arthur.

“I’m going to carry Amelia up to your room.”

“
Mmmm
,” murmured Arthur.

“James.” Amelia’s voice was sleepy.

“I’ve got you.”

At least he did until he reached the locked door.

“Arthur.”

“
Mmmm
?”

“Arthur! I need you to open the door.”

James was grateful his previous occupation had given him
to strength to hold and carry Amelia without straining. Still he couldn’t hold
her forever.

“Arthur!”

“Coming, coming.”

They headed up the stairs and into Arthur’s room
together. It was the safest bedroom for them to share. Long before Arthur and
Amelia married all the servants had been instructed not to enter Arthur’s
chambers unless the doors were open.

The bed was in pristine order, so James waited while
Arthur pulled the coverlet back before lowering Amelia to the bed.

She didn’t release him. Her arms held tight around his
neck, and her face was lifted to his as she attempted to kiss him. She wasn’t
fully awake enough for her lips to have much direction or consistent pressure.

James found it rather endearing and kissed her back.
Careful not to crush her, he followed her down onto the bed.

They didn’t stop kissing as they both undressed, apart
from those few seconds needed to raise Amelia’s chemise over her head and when
their contortions to get trousers and stockings off turned awkward. It was lovely
and languorous.

James made it his duty to kiss Amelia everywhere.
Dragging his lips away from hers he coasted them down her neck, paying
particular attentions to the crease of her collarbone. He alternated his kisses
with lick and nibbles. All of his attentions drew encouraging sounds from
Amelia.

When he’d completed his coverage of her front, only
briefly kissing the inside of her thighs and her curls, he turned her over. He
kissed his way down her spine, loving each little
nobble
.
He kneaded her shoulders as he worked.

He paused when he reached the bottom of her spine.
Amelia gave a protesting whimper, so James shifted his body so that he could
rub the cheeks of her bottom while kissing her there.

With conscious intent he drew a finger along the crease
between her bottom cheeks. He listened carefully for any sound of protest from
Amelia. None came, not then or when he used both hands to draw her cheeks
apart.

Her rosette was beautiful. Amelia fidgeted when James
ceased his kisses and caresses to stare at her bottom hole. When he touched a
fingertip there Amelia stilled, but still did not protest.

“James, I have something you might need.”

Arthur’s words startled James from his reverie. He
looked up to see Arthur holding out a jar of some sort of salve.

“Go ahead. It’s only natural grease.”

“And you just happened to have that in your bedroom?”
James laughed reaching into the jar rather than taking it from Arthur.

Taking care he applied the lubrication to Amelia’s
puckered hole, eagerly watching each flex of the muscle there as he did so.

“Is this okay, Amelia?” James didn’t want to take her
lack of verbal protest as assent.

“Yes, James, whatever you want.”

“I’m very much enjoying touching you so intimately.
Does it feel good?”

“Oh yes, like nothing I’ve felt yet, but…”

“Yes?”

“But where Arthur touched me when I first climaxed,
it’s throbbing.”

“Can you reach your hand down?”

“Touch myself?”

“Yes.”

James felt Amelia lifting as she slid her arm
underneath her body. When he felt her body slightly vibrate and she let out a
moan he guessed she’d found the spot.

He slid one finger all the way inside her back
passage, first to the knuckle then farther with a push. He slid it in and out rhythmically
‘til Amelia was nearly constantly moaning.

James observed she loosened up while he worked. With
more confidence than when pushing a first finger in he added a second finger,
eliciting a quick gasp.

“Does it hurt?” James asked as he smoothed his free
hand up her back.

“Not too much.”

“Tell me if gets too much.” James said as he added
more lubrication.
“Too much pain or too much pleasure.”

Not quite sure how close to climax she was, James
really wanted to be inside her when she let go.

“I want to be inside you.” He voiced his thought.

As he kneeled up Arthur handed him a wet towel. He
cleaned his shaking hands quickly.

“If we want to do this together now might it not be
easier if I was inside Amelia first?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, of course,” said James. He had lost sight of any
end objective beyond getting inside Amelia’s tight ass.

Arthur who had been patient, not interfering except to
assist James, now lay next to Amelia on the bed.

James leaned over Amelia to whisper in her ear.
“Sweetheart, I just need you to move for a minute. Can you climb on top of
Arthur for me?”

Amelia complied if somewhat sluggishly. James wasn’t
sure if she even had her eyes open, but he watched her get in position and her
hand guide Arthur inside her.

“What are we doing?” Amelia asked in a quiet voice.

“We both want to be inside you. At the same time,”
James said.

“With your cocks?”

“Yes, if you’re willing?”

Amelia arched her back, as if luxuriating in her
current position. “I’d like to try.”

Arthur appeared to be holding very still, but he slid
his arms around to cup and part Amelia’s bottom cheeks.

Here goes
,
thought James positioning himself up close to Amelia.

Cursing to himself he nudged the tight opening with
the blunt crown of his penis. Resistance stopped him delving very far. He
reached for and then applied some more or the grease Arthur had provided.

Increasing the pressure a little bit at a time, he
inched further in. Whenever he heard Amelia’s breathing becoming laboured he’d
pause. It was agonising.

Finally, with one last push James made it past her
resistance, sinking forward so he was all the way inside her ass.

“I’m there. It feels so good.”

“Too good,” said Arthur. “Can we move now?”

James answered by dragging his cock slowly backwards,
than pushing slowly forwards again. Arthur followed suit, thrusting with his
hips. Both of them quickly became consumed by the heat of the fire raging
through them with Amelia at its core.

****

Amelia was burning. Her hunger for James and Arthur
had turned into flames of sensation licking up and down her body. Inside where
the fire burned hottest it felt like she was going to explode. There was a fuse
running straight from her bottom where James was inside her to the button that
appeared to be the detonating point for her pleasure.

She had two men inside her, and in this moment it was
more wonderful than she could have imagined.
More intense.
Her hips circled, as far as they were able sandwiched between two weighty men.

 
She kissed
Arthur trying to expel some of the heat inside her into his mouth. It didn’t
work. She just felt herself get hotter, and wetter. Slick sounds from where
they were joined accompanied the rough growls her men were making. Their
pleasure transferred to her mind through sound stoked her inferno higher. She
wouldn’t be surprised if there were sparks jumping from the three of them.

With a short sharp burst of pain she exploded into
climax. James had bitten down on her shoulder. She didn’t care. It was
glorious.

They were there together in that moment. Arthur was
moaning in her ear, and she could feel his completion as well as James’s as
tremors continued to race inside her.

It was as if the fire among them had burned away
everything but their souls, leaving them completely open, vulnerable. It was
where they needed to be.
Truly vulnerable.
Truly in love, because only love was worth such a risk.
Amelia had never felt more secure or happy, if just a little uncomfortable.

“Can we move
before we fall asleep this time?” she asked her lovers.
Her
beloved ones.

Epilogue

Three A.M. in the morning and they were back in the study.
 
Being in the room together with Arthur, the
both of them pacing, reminded James of when it had all begun, nearly a year ago
now. It was here that Arthur had offered him his future, and he hadn’t realised
it at the time. He’d been lost in his own selfish desires. Now he had
everything he could possibly desire, and more was on the way.

Upstairs Amelia was about to give birth to their first
child. Secretly he’d always wondered how he would feel when this time came.
Arthur would be the child’s father in name. James would only ever be allowed to
claim the role of Uncle.

Now the time was here he realised he truly wasn’t
concerned. The question of should he feel isolated was a fleeting one; he did
not feel it, just think it. The thought that connected with his heart was
whether Amelia and the babe would be alright, healthy and whole.

True to herself Amelia had refused to take to her bed
merely because she was experiencing contractions. Shortly after dinner she had
announced that she might be feeling a little discomfort.

 
The three of
them had paced together for nearly five hours.
 

Amelia had decided it would be a fine time to discuss
her plans for bee keeping, and neither James nor Arthur had any desire to argue
with her. They had willing muttered agreements in between massaging her back. She
had only faltered when her waters broke. She seemed a little mortified that
they were there to witness it.

James had hardly minded. It was all part of the process
as far as he was concerned. They were already intimately acquainted with her
body, and he’d seen far more of a physical nature that was truly distressing
when in the army and even now he was managing the estates with Arthur.

 
If he did wish
for anything it was that he, they, could be with her now. He hoped it would not
be long as Amelia had seemed in continuous pain when she agreed to lie down,
and there was talk of needing to push when Arthur and he had been shooed out
the room.

It wasn’t long before they both heard footsteps on the
stairs. James met Arthur’s eyes for a moment, a connection that spoke no words
nor needed them, and then James watched as Arthur dashed out the room.

He counted to ten very slowly,
then
started again. Keeping to low numbers moved time quicker, and it also meant he
didn’t lose track.
 
Before he made four
sets of ten Mrs. Cleaver was at the door a bundle in her arms.

Arthur must have gone straight up to Amelia.

“Is she all right?”

“She’s a beauty.”

James frowned then realised she meant the babe not
Amelia. “It’s a girl?”

“Yes, would you like to take her? I have plenty to
attend to.” She didn’t wait for James’s answer. The bundle was thrust towards
him, and he gladly took it. He even breathed when the baby’s weight was nestled
securely in his arms and he could stare down into a pair of wide, blue eyes.

“She’s definitely looking at me,” he said to Mrs.
Cleaver, who despite “having plenty to attend to” had not left.

“Aye, she’s taking everything in. The parents are
going to have their hands full. They’ll be reconsidering their decision about a
nanny I’m sure.”

Privately James didn’t think so. They would have three
sets of hands among them, not just two, and Amelia wanted to be close as
possible to her child, not confusing the baby with non-family members providing
care.

They also didn’t want to invite too many new people in
to their domestic arrangements. Whether the staff suspected anything about
their relationship was not known. No one said anything direct, and it would be
easiest to keep it that way.