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

“Good and dry. Should burn well.”
    Edward struck a flint and lit a lamp on a nearby table, illuminating the one-room lodge with a soft glow. “I believe this shall suit quite nicely.”
    Henry stood, brushing his hands on his breeches as he looked about. His gaze met Edward’s. “Indeed.”
    Once again she sensed that strange flicker of knowledge pass between them. “What was that look?”
    “Wine!” Edward declared.
    Henry poured and she drank, the wine doing little to warm her. Her clothes were soaked. Edging closer to the growing fire, she attempted to absorb some of its heat. Thunder crashed as rain continued to lash the roof.
    “Out of those clothes, love,” Henry said.
    His softly spoken demand sent a stab of heat through her center. “Henry.”
    “You are soaking wet,” Edward said. “As are we. Surely three friends as close as we have no shyness.”
    The thought of the two of them stripped to their skin made her mouth go dry. She could not make her frozen fingers move, however. Watching them strip off their boots and dripping clothes made her burn hotter than the fire at her back.
    Soon they wore nothing but their breeches. They were both so beautiful, limned by the fire. They were nearly identical in build. The color of the hair on their sculpted chests was the only difference she could see. Their damp breeches did nothing to hide their genitals. She stared from one to the other, seeing the thick flesh outlined by the wet cloth.
    “Do you like what you see?” Henry teased.
    Her eyes jerked to his face, seeing the grin there. Her cheeks flamed, but she couldn’t deny that she did. She drained her glass, and Edward refilled it.
    “Here, Cathy.” He made her drink that glass as well then took it from her shaking fingers. “Let us get you out of these wet clothes.”
    She stood as he eased the blanket from her shoulders while Henry began to unlace her dress. His fingers seemed unaffected from the cold as the dress soon gaped open. Gasping, she held it to her bosom.
    “Ah, Cathy.” Henry brushed his lips against the nape of her neck. “I daresay that bashfulness will be gone once you surrender to the heat.”
    He went to work on her stays as Edward lifted first one foot then the other. His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he removed her damp stockings. More wetness flooded her flesh in response.
    “Come,” Henry said once she was stripped to her chemise. He eased her to the soft rug before the fire. “Let us see that hair of yours in the firelight.”
    He ran his fingers through the tangled mass, kneeling behind her as he spread the locks to catch the warmth. His fingers kneaded her scalp and, drowsy, she leaned back against him and closed her eyes with a sigh. His scent filled her nose, though another soon mingled with his.
    Edward bent close, running his hands up and down her legs. “How does that feel, love?” His thumbs massaged the arch of each foot, wringing a moan out of her. “You are splendid, do you know that?”
    She could not make herself speak, lost in sensations. She opened her eyes and saw Edward bent over her, his smoothly muscled back compelling. Henry’s hands were on her breasts now, as in her dreams. He cupped her, lifted her, and his thumbs brushed her nipples as she watched.
    Edward kissed her and she opened her mouth to his tongue. Henry nuzzled her neck, her throat, and she reached one hand up to stroke his hair.
    “Our Cathy,” Henry rasped. He sucked in a breath. “Your smell.” His tongue traced over her skin. “Your taste.”
    Henry’s rough voice scraped over her body, sending shivers through to her core.
    Edward eased her chemise off her shoulders, baring her breasts. “Your breasts are magnificent.”
    The sound of Edward’s voice was smooth, warm. She watched as he studied her. Heat was clear in his gaze and her nipples began to ache. As she stared at him his mouth moved close to one throbbing nipple.