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fantasies.
    “I’m glad you’ve joined us,” Catherine said to him.
    Henry smiled, and it was as if he touched her as intimately as John had. That man wore a suspicious cast on his features, and Catherine turned from both of them.
    “Let us take in the view,” Isabella said. “That is the reason we rode out here, is it not?”
    Catherine nodded, but she couldn’t form words at present. She’d come out to learn more about her two gentlemen, to perhaps decide which one was the true hero of her dreams. She was still unsure. The memories of what they’d done to her in that darkened corridor, what John did to her in the bright sunshine, combined to make her ache for them both. She might never secure a marriage of her own, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t indulge her fantasies, did it?
    The late morning passed into afternoon, and by that time Catherine was ready to scream her frustration to the beautiful blue sky. John was solicitous and teasing, flirting shamelessly while Henry eased himself ever closer to her on the blanket he’d brought. She barely participated in the conversation, though Isabella didn’t seem to notice. That was fortunate for Catherine, as John and Henry monopolized all of her attention and interest.
    Her drawers were wet and rubbed against her swollen pussy every time she shifted. The day had grown warmer, but she didn’t dare remove her borrowed spencer. Her breasts were tingling, her nipples tight against her stays, and she didn’t trust herself not to rub her hands over the aching tips to ease their discomfort should she have access.
    She could smell both men now, that leather and woodsy scent of John that had filled her in the carriage and a fresh soapy scent she now knew as Henry’s. Their scents mingled with the fresh grass and wildflowers growing with abandon on the hill. What would happen if Isabella had not been there as oblivious chaperone? Would Catherine dare to ask John and Henry to please her as they had in her dreams?
    “It looks like our day shall end with rain,” Henry said.
    Catherine had been studying his mouth, so it was a few moments before his words penetrated. “Oh, rain?”
    “John, you had better get your carriage back before it starts,” Isabella said.
    “Come, Catherine,” John said, coming to his feet.
    “I shall take Miss Morris, Thorne,” Henry said.
    Take her? She stared at Henry. Oh, he could not mean take her! Catherine’s heart doubled its beat as the two of them silently clashed. Isabella was smoothing her clothing to remove any stray blades of grass, so she didn’t seem to notice the animosity flowing between the men.
    “Catherine came with me,” John said.
    The wicked glint in his eye told her he meant his words as he said them. She had indeed found her release under his skillful touch. Henry’s eyes narrowed and she watched as his nostrils flared. “Nevertheless.”
    “Do come, brother,” Isabella said with irritation. “Let us return before your lovely cushions get soaked.”
    Once more John smiled in Catherine’s direction. He was so naughty!
    He bowed at her and Henry. “We shall see you at home, Catherine.” He flicked his eyes at Henry. “Tilman.”
    Henry seemed pleased by the turn of events. He assisted Catherine into his modest carriage and secured the top. He then climbed up to drive them back to Bath.
    Catherine sat in the darkened vehicle, nibbling her bottom lip. She replayed their outing in her mind, her feelings in a muddle. Perhaps it was a good thing that Henry and John were both out of her reach. The rhythmic rocking of the carriage served to heighten her arousal, the patter of raindrops on the roof soon adding to her discomfort. She could almost imagine herself in her little bed in Bath, lost in the wicked sensations her dream lovers could give her.
    She unbuttoned her spencer and rubbed her palms over her nipples. This only inflamed her, hidden as they were behind her stays. She removed her jacket and reached