Dennis, Josie - Wild Heights [Classics Rekindled 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free

as they are at present.”
    “True. That sharp mind of hers will not accept it until her delectable body does.”
    “We have to prove to her that the two of us can be satisfied with only her.” Henry set down his glass and leaned forward. “And she with only the two of us.”
    “Tomorrow, then. We will take her on a picnic. On the moors, I think.”
    “Cathy loves the moors. Capital notion. Wine and cheese and fruit.” Henry winked. “Spirits and foods we eat with our hands. Quite sensual.”
    “Strawberries, Henry. Imagine her soft lips parting for the fruit, her perfect teeth biting into its flesh as juices run down her pretty little chin.”
    Henry closed his eyes for a moment, imagining Cathy’s lovely mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. “Send a note round in the morning.”
    Edward could apparently guess what Henry was thinking and let out a chuckle in response.

    * * * *

    “A picnic?” Cathy took the note from Maggie. “They have invited me to a picnic?”
    “I daresay with the two of them in attendance, there is no need for your maid to accompany you.”
    “I should say not,” Cathy murmured. An afternoon alone with Edward and Henry? Her body flushed hot.
    “Although, the sky seems cloudy this morning,” Maggie went on. She folded her arms. “Perhaps you should forgo this outing today, Miss Cathy.”
    “I will not. They thought enough to invite me, Maggie. No doubt they have arranged the food and such. I shall not disappoint them.”
    “Promise me you will come home should it rain?”
    “Oh, pooh.” Cathy waved a hand. “I declare the sun shall be with us for the whole of our outing.”
    “You always were a determined child. Why should the weather not bow to you as well?”
    Cathy grinned, settling on the couch to await their arrival.
    Soon she was climbing over the crags and bracken with them, higher and higher until Edward declared they’d found the perfect spot. Henry concurred, setting their basket on the ground before her.
    Withdrawing a blanket from within, he opened it with a flourish and set it down. “What say you, Cathy?”
    “Perfect indeed,” she said, throwing her arms wide. The air was brisk, holding a snap of salt from the sea to the east. The moorland was awash in purple, heather blooming as far as her eyes could see. Clouds threatened above, however. Rolling in dark and gray from the coast.
    “Blast Maggie, anyway,” she cried.
    Edward chuckled. “What has Maggie done to raise your ire this afternoon?”
    She tilted her chin. “She threatened rain when I wanted it sunny and clear.”
    Henry winced as a fat drop of rain landed on his cheek. “Blast Maggie, indeed.” He grabbed up the blanket and basket. “I fear she was correct.”
    The skies opened with a downpour, the winds whipping her skirts about her legs as they looked about for escape.
    “Where to?” Edward called over the wind.
    She dashed the rain from her cheeks, lifting a wet hank of hair from her eyes. “The hunting lodge.”
    Henry stood still then nodded. “Your father’s?”
    “Yes,” she shouted back.
    Going as fast as they dared over the slippery crags, they hurried off in the direction of her late father’s hunting lodge. Maintained by the manor’s servants, it would provide perfect shelter this stormy afternoon.
    Edward rooted among the scrub near the thick oak door, finding the key nestled inside. “Ah, some things do not change!”
    Henry laughed and held Cathy close. “Do hurry, Edward.”
    The wet blanket he used to cover her was poor protection, but his arm felt warm against her chilled flesh. Her teeth chattered as she gave a shiver. “I am all right,” she stammered.
    Edward opened the door, and Henry ushered her inside. The place smelled a bit musty and she sneezed.
    “A fire, Henry,” Edward said. “We cannot let our girl catch her death.”
    “Do not fear for me,” Cathy said. “I am made of sterner stuff.”
    Henry laughed as he rooted through the firewood.