Free The Sextet Presents… The Lady Takes a Pair [In Days of Olde] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Cheryl Brooks

bride and groom.”
    And the footman.
    William could scarcely believe the events of the past two days. Nick’s proposal. Juliet’s acceptance. The earl’s consent. That amazing interlude in the portrait gallery. The announcement of their engagement at dinner. The wedding planned for the following morning. And now, their vows had been said, the wedding papers signed, the wedding breakfast underway.
    He’d watched as Nick and Juliet vowed to love one another, never parting until death. From his post at the rear of the church, Will had whispered the words right along with them. His name might not have been on the documents, but before God, he’d vowed the same.
    Let no man put asunder…
    He prayed that God was an understanding deity rather than a vengeful one. The hurt that could result from their liaison was extraordinary.
    I can’t think of it that way. I must believe it will work.
    It had to. William couldn’t imagine life without Nick, and he was beginning to see that without Juliet’s love, he could never continue as his master’s lover.
    She has to love us both.
    Unfortunately, these thoughts had come a bit late. Too late, in fact, to do anything aside from wooing Juliet as any man would a new bride whom he did not know particularly well. True, she was lovely and seemed attracted to both men in a sexual manner, but what of the other things that drew people together? What quirks might she have, and what endearing qualities? For that matter, what would she see in himself or his master?
    What a chance we’ve taken!
    He almost cursed Nick for being so well-prepared. This was too quick—too soon to know if she would care enough for them to keep their secret for as long as she lived. She’d promised never to betray them, but her sentiments might change with time.
    Either way, it was done. There was no going back now, particularly since the marriage had already been consummated—somewhat prematurely, perhaps, but consummated just the same.
    He closed his eyes for a moment, blocking out the sight of the happy couple. If only he could keep from hearing the congratulatory speeches and the well-wishes of guests who had come to a simple house party only to wind up being witnesses to a marriage.
    Opening his eyes, his gaze landed on Juliet. She was beautiful, smiling, and radiant. She’d worn the gown of blue satin—one he’d chosen because its color matched her eyes.
    Oh, Juliet…What a terrible fate awaits me if you fail to love me.
    She’d understood, though—or had seemed to.
    Still, being the one not included in the ceremony made William uneasy. How simple it would be for Nick to send him packing now that he was wed. Lost in newly married bliss, would he forget the love the two men had shared? He wanted to be happy for them—and for himself—but there was that niggling little fear…
    He looked up just as Juliet’s eyes seemed to search the chapel, smiling when her gaze landed on him. Her smile seemed intended specifically for him, and the tingling in his cheeks warned him of a blush. He’d suckled that woman’s soft tits and fucked her luscious bottom.
    Oh, my lady…What have we done?
    If she’d been a tavern wench or a ploughman’s daughter, he could’ve reconciled these feelings, but that was part of the problem. Juliet was a lady .
    True, there’d been a certain eroticism in making love with a woman not of his class, and he had no doubt that he would continue to feel that way, at least, for a time. Perhaps she felt the same, but what would happen when the novelty wore off? Events that occurred in the heat of the moment were often later regretted.
    William sincerely hoped he wasn’t one of them.
     
    * * * *
     
    As their guests drank a toast wishing them a long and happy union, Rotherford kissed his bride with all the passion of a man in love. Unfortunately, his other lover was busy pouring tea for Lady Spencer.
    He despised the society that prevented William from joining them at the altar, even