Free Disorder in the House [How the West Was Done 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury Page B

being flung across the room.” He shrugged. “It would make sense if the spirit—Paddy—was able to guide our hands to spell out the correct words.”
    “Have you been able to figure out who Paddy is?” Liberty asked. “Or was, I should say.”
    Garrett answered from the other side of the room, where he stood perusing some papers on another desk. “He’s obviously some Irish fellow, and he knows this area. He has a definite perverse interest in the circus. He’s constantly making circus references or going on and on about somersaults, leaps, pigeons, and—Ho, now, what’s this?” His fingers stilled on a paper he’d discovered.
    Liberty went over to the desk and stood so close to Garrett she could feel the heat from his arm against hers.
    He said, “Your father has an interesting collection of Eastern lithographs.”
    “Well, no, this desk is mostly used by Captain Park, a friend of my sister’s. He’s been translating some Arabic texts—oh, my. ”
    Garrett had been interested in a colorful though childish lithograph of a Persian man and woman reposing on an outdoor patio. There was a fountain, some fruit trees, and an awning shaded the couple. The woman, dressed to the nines in many necklaces, an armband, and hair ornaments, kneeled on a rug. The man, however, was mostly naked aside from a head cloth and was penetrating her from behind with a very erect—and bald—member.
    When Levi came to stand next to her, being enfolded like that between the two men’s bodies nearly overwhelmed Liberty. She didn’t know if they had mentioned to each other that they had both, separately, kissed her. But it was incredibly arousing and bawdy to stand between the two men she desired the most, looking at a depiction of intercourse.
    When Levi spoke, she could feel his breath against her neck. “That fellow is really in an impossible position.”
    “It could work,” Garrett protested, his eyes already on another page, one of Captain Park’s manuscript translations.
    To join in with their boldness, Liberty noted, “The woman seems bald, too, as though she was shaved. I wonder if that’s a custom back—back wherever this is taking place.”
    “India.” Levi had to stand even closer to her to pick up a title page. He had evidently bathed since their encounter at the schoolhouse, as he again smelled of hay and musk. Her nipples stiffened almost painfully against her chemise to be between two such heated male bodies. “ The Pleasure of Woman. ”
    “Now I see,” said Liberty, “why my sister is so infatuated with Captain Park.”
    “My, my,” said Garrett. “He has been up to the devil’s work. Look at this, Levi. I shouldn’t read it aloud in front of a woman.”
    “Oh, give me that!” Liberty snapped, whisking it from Garrett’s fingers. Where did these men think she was from—Hyde Park, New York? She was a modern, forward-thinking woman, a woman who had attended a convention dedicated to the advancement of women in jobs, voting, and family limitation. She would show these jokers she wasn’t embarrassed. So she read Captain Park’s handwriting aloud. “‘Harichand went to each girl and pressed her breasts and put his hand between her legs and rubbed it a little to see if she was clean, properly shaved, and washed.’” She sighed deeply and looked at a far wall, as though contemplating the intellectual profundity of the text. But really, it was just quite stimulating to be reading bawdy text when flanked by two such lusty men.
    Garrett’s breath feathered her neck, and his hand lightly hovered over the small of her back. “That answers your question about the shaving.”
    When Liberty turned her head, their noses almost touched. “Would you like that?” she dared to ask. “I mean, if a woman were shaved?”
    As expected, there was a stillness in the room then, as though both men were shocked. But Levi quickly answered softly, “It would be different, yes.”
    Perhaps trying to change the