Free Mistletoe Menage by Molly Ann Wishlade Page A

love with her. For love her he did. He had never stopped. He had
tried to bury his feelings for her under anger and bitterness, but seeing her,
listening to her, and knowing how highly Guy regarded her, had turned that
upside-down.
    “The two men I regard most highly
in all of the world…are together?”
    “Yes, Anne. I told you how I
loved Edward, did I not?”
    “I thought you meant because he
saved you, Guy. I believed that you meant you loved him with the devotion of a
man who has been saved. I didn’t realize your love was deeper and more
complicated than that.”
    “And does it concern you,
sweetheart?” She paused and stared at them. Guy reached for her hand so that
the three of them were joined with Guy as their link.
    Edward held out his free hand to
Anne and smiled as she took it.
    “Anne, you are so beautiful, more
beautiful than I ever dreamed you were. And believe me, you’ve been in my dreams and my thoughts every day and night. I have cultured
anger toward you, feeding it in order to try to harden my heart, but I am
helpless before you. Seeing you again, I know that I love you now as much as I
did when we met. My life has changed considerably. I am free to offer you
everything now, all that I couldn’t give you before is at my disposal to lay before you. We could make this work. You could be Lady
Moore. If you would have me.” His heart beat
frantically and he tightened his grip on her hand.
    “But how would it work, Edward? You, me, and Guy?”
    “Let us show you, Anne,” Guy
whispered as he moved closer to her.
    “Yes. Let us show you,” Edward
added as he wrapped an arm around Anne and one around Guy and they began to
kiss her.
    “Yes…” Anne breathed as the three
of them embraced beneath the kissing bow. The white berries of the mistletoe
shone like pearls in the firelight, each one offering a promise of seduction
and passion.
    As Edward was finally able to say
good-bye to the pain of his past, he remembered that Anne had not yet seen the
third painting. It was meant to be the ultimate embarrassment for her when it
was passed around society. To humiliate her beyond belief. But now it seemed like a fortunate prediction, captured in oils by a master
painter.
    ****
    Anne felt as if she were in a
dream, the type of dream she had enjoyed for years yet never believed possible.
    First, she was in Guy’s arms as
he held her face and kissed her gently. Behind her, Edward wrapped his arms
around her middle and caressed her belly over her chemise while running his
lips over her neck and shoulders. When he raised his hands to her breasts and
squeezed her sensitive nipples, she squirmed against him and he pinched harder,
causing her body to flood with heat.
    Then Guy turned her and this time
Edward kissed her while Guy lifted the hem of her chemise up over her bottom
and body, then over her head, leaving her naked between them. Guy slipped off
his breeches and his hard cock bounced against her bottom. As she nipped at
Edward’s full lips, Guy reached around her and helped Edward undress. Soon she
was squashed between two men, held in place by two hard, erect shafts.
    “Lie down, Guy,” Edward
commanded.
    When Guy was flat on his back,
Edward took hold of Anne and gestured for her to straddle Guy’s chest. She
frowned, wondering what he could possibly want her to do. When he nudged her
forward so that she balanced on her knees above Guy’s face ,
then pushed her down, she gasped. “I cannot do that…he will suffocate.”
    “No, Anne, he will not. He will
hold you in place while he eats your cunny.”
    Guy took hold of Anne’s bottom in
his strong hands then buried his face between her legs. Anne was initially
hesitant, shy at how exposed she was, but before long, the tender licks of
Guy’s tongue as it ran over her sensitive bud then delved inside her, felt so
good that she no longer cared and she moved wantonly upon Guy’s face.
    “That’s it, my Anne. Ride him
now. Ride him for