Free Cecilia's Claim by Raven McAllan Page B

wriggled and pressed her rear into his groin. His prick
decided it was time to notice and jerked its appreciation. Of course she
detected the tiny movement and pressed ever harder.
    "Unless you want your dress flipped over your head, your arse
spanked the color of your lips and both of us ministering to you now, I suggest
you desist. As much as that scenario appeals we have no time. We must
move." Cecy gave an exaggerated sigh. "I admit I was teasing, for I
am not sure if I will ever be of a mind to be ministered in that way by one of
you let alone both. Not because it doesn't excite for me you both know it does. But because I am a coward. Therefore, what happens
next?"
    "Ah love, never a coward. Wary,
apprehensive, maybe sensible. We understand. Therefore we now need to
get you to Moor Sentinel House. Our home on Dartmoor,"
    "Our, as in...?" she asked.
    "Mine and Philippe's, yours if you so ever chose."
    Philippe put his hand over her mouth. "Hear him out,
love," he said. He lifted his hand. She nodded.
    "I need to see both of you, I can't
concentrate if you have me held so."
    Caleb moved to stand next to Philippe. Without a thought he kissed
Philippe on the lips and felt Philippe's tongue slip inside his mouth for a
brief, deep, and satisfying kiss.
    A very theatrical cough had them move apart.
     

 
    Chapter Nine
     
    Cecy did her best to ignore the rush of fire that filled her. To
see her men enjoy themselves together earlier had her skin tingling and her
quim tremble. To see them kiss so intimately once more made her wet. A flood of
awareness and hope filled her. She couldn’t fight it any longer, nor did she
wish to. With her mind made up it was like a weight had lifted from her.
    I accept it, they are both my
men. What will happen, what I can accept I will have to see all of it. Nevertheless my men they are and will be.
    Her cough had moved them apart, and she smiled.
    "Not fair, my lord, M. le Compte. You think seeing you so
immersed in each other will help me concentrate? Not so. Now please tell me
what is to happen. I am hungry, thirsty and in dire need of the
facilities."
    Sweet lord, I have mentioned
something so indelicate to them? But 'tis so, I have need to go.
    "The best we can offer is to turn our backs and close our
ears," Caleb said.
    Her cheeks burned, and she put her hands to them to cool the skin.
    "You must not leave the glade. Well," he temporized.
"No more than behind the bush over there." He pointed to the gorse
bush where he had found his boots.
    Cecy daren't speak in case her voice wobbled. She dipped her head,
and glared. Once she was certain they didn't smirk at her predicament she
spoke. "Turn around and put your fingers in your ears. And," she
added, "close your eyes." As soon as she was sure they had done so,
Cecy almost ran across the short grass and behind the bush. It was a relief to
use the facilities, crude as they were. She tidied her clothes and walked to
the stream to wash her hands and face, then cupped her palms to gather some
water to drink. To her amusement, Caleb and Philippe still faced away from her
and both had their fingers in their ears.
    "You can turn round now," she said loudly. They both
did. She scowled.
    "So you can hear then?" How embarrassing.
    "Cecy, you're but three feet away, and talking loud enough
for them to hear you in the Ferryboat Inn. Until you decided to test our
hearing we were but deaf."
    "Hmmph."
    Philippe stroked her cheek. “Tis true, love. We keep our word. Every time." The inference was there for her to
understand and accept.
    "So do I . So
now?"
    "We head to the horses," Caleb answered her. "'Tis a pity you can't ride astride but that can't be helped. I had hoped to be away before now but no matter we will manage. Follow me and
Philippe will take the rear. If either of us ask you
to do anything at all, then do it. It will be for your safety. Keep your voice
low, and if any womanly intuitive sense says something feels wrong, let us
know. A sense of