The Sextet Presents… By Male Order [In Days of Olde] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page B

about what she’d witnessed between them, the more she wanted to know that kind of bliss. Images haunted her to the point that sleep was near to impossible. Replaying the scene she’d witnessed in the barn, she tried to remember each piece of flesh the men had revealed, each ragged moan they made. The heat she’d craved bloomed in her core with each recollection. Although it was a sinful thing to do, she often reached between her thighs to caress herself as she thought of Thomas thrusting his cock inside Alec’s mouth. Her fingers always sought out the nub of flesh that shot pleasure through her. The harder she rubbed, the more her body responded, desire flaming from her womb to every limb.
    Hope feared the intense feelings and was sure she would do damage to herself should she keep the action up too long. Her own body was a stranger to her, and she wished she had a teacher who knew all the secrets she’d never been privy to.
    Would Alec be able to make her whimper in need as he had Thomas? Would Thomas fill her body with that glorious sword of flesh the way he filled Alec’s mouth? Could the two of them help her learn to enjoy the loving instead of loathe it?
    No . They knew the secrets of their own bodies and the bodies of other men. Her form would be as foreign to them as it was to her.
    By the time she’d caught sight of the town, she’d worked herself up into such a state of desire she was sure everyone could see her sinful thoughts clearly on her face. The grins Thomas and Alec exchanged made her believe they were sharing some jest—most likely about her because they had no problem including her in their teasing and joking any other time.
    She was an utter fool. In so many ways.
    She’d married in haste when she should have learned more about her husband’s character. But the war had called to some of the younger men, and she’d taken Billy as her husband so that he would have someone to come home to when the fighting ended. Her marriage also gave her a home of her own after being fostered from home to home for so terribly long—the fate of an orphan. Her uncles couldn’t take her in, much as they longed to. No one but them had really wanted her, and she’d learned to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. Her cousins often called her “Shadow”—the silent person who was there but not worthy of acknowledging.
    Billy Adams had told her he loved her. They’d met in St. Louis at her uncle’s church, and he’d spun romantic stories of moving to the wild Dakotas and making a farm there. Since she had nowhere else to go, she’d agreed to marry him after only a few weeks of courtship.
    He’d promised in front of her uncle and witnesses to love, honor, and cherish her. Instead, he’d bedded her like she was some whore instead of a loving wife. He’d belittled her, chipping away at what little confidence she had with his constant criticism. And when she’d dared stand up to him, the beatings began.
    “Hope?”
    She turned to Thomas, grateful for the reprieve from her painful memories. “I’m sorry… You were saying?”
    “I wasn’t saying anything. I was concerned.” He brushed the back of his knuckles over her cheek. “Your face is flushed.”
    “Are ye feeling poorly?” Alec asked. Holding the back of his hand to her forehead, he frowned.
    She could feel the eyes of the good people of Clearbrook boring through her. The reins in her hand kept her from swatting the men’s hands away. Had they been alone, she would have craved their touch rather than worry about the gossip that was sure to follow this visit to town. She’d had no choice. Not only was she in desperate need for supplies, but Mr. Smithson had also stopped by on his way to Hungry Horse to tell her there was a crate waiting for Thomas.
    Pulling the reins, she eased the horses to a stop. “Tie them off, please,” she said to Alec when he hopped down and reached for her.
    Thomas jumped out and then held his hands up as though