Double Trouble

A/N: FINALLY right? I know it took forever, but I\'ve been kind of busy and I have like 5 stories going here. I plan to write another chapter or so tonight though, so I should have more out in a day or two if I don\'t get distracted (which is painfully possible). Anyway enjoy and check back for updates.


Chapter 5

Bright light filtered through Sarah’s closed eyelids as she gradually woke the next morning. She smiled sleepily in the warm cocoon she was nestled in and stretched lightly. Opening her eyes she saw Drake was sprawled on his back to her left and Quinn snored softly on his belly to her right. As carefully as she could she slid from the bed and climbed over Quinn, hoping she could make it to the floor without waking either.

Quinn murmured softly and smiled sleepily at her, but didn’t try to stop her escape. “Good morning Love. Going somewhere so soon?”

She patted his bottom affectionately, “Just to the toilet. I’ll be back Darling.” She winced slightly at the soreness of her body as she moved, remembering the other two times they’d woken her up the night before. Drake wanted to ensure his heir immediately, that was for certain. She was exhausted and sore, but happier than she’d been in years. Sarah quickly relieved herself and washed her battered delicate skin before returning to the bed and finding both men awake…very awake.

She nearly gasped when she walked in and saw Drake sprawled halfway over Quinn and kissing him softly. From the movement of his hand under the sheets it was clear why Quinn was groaning. She’d discovered that Quinn had a particular weakness for being stroked there; he turned to mush almost immediately. She quickly clamored back under the covers and reached around Drake to stroke him as well. Drake shuddered softly and groaned into Quinn’s mouth, flexing his hips into her hand. Quinn grunted moments later and she felt his seed spill across her arm.

Drake released the sated younger man and immediately shifted until Sarah was under him and he was nestled high in her body. The insatiability of the two men hadn’t really surprised her, knowing their backgrounds. She did wonder if she’d be able to keep up with them though. She supposed if she couldn’t they would have each other to satisfy. She grinned up at Drake and moved against him, loving the way he stretched and filled her even after three times the night before. Like Quinn, Drake was soon grunting his release and filling her waiting body.

She was a bit disappointed with the loss of her own release, but couldn’t complain after such a lovely night. Both, however, noticed her lack of climax and frowned softly at their own quick orgasms. Drake pulled out of her and looked at Quinn thoughtfully, “What haven’t we done to her yet?”

“Kissed her,” Quinn said with a sly smile. She frowned, kisses? She’d had plenty of those and was about to say so when Quinn nudged Drake out of the way and slid down between her thighs. Sarah’s eyes widened as she suddenly understood what kind of kisses he meant. She bucked and groaned as Quinn ran a warm, wet tongue over sensitized female flesh. “Oh fu…” she gasped.

“You’re making her swear Quinn,” Drake said chuckling. Quinn laughed softly and murmured against her flesh, sending tingles over the quivering flesh.

She cried out sharply as her arousal spiked hard, nearing the peak she desperately wanted to reach. When he thrust his tongue deep into her, tasting Drake’s seed mixed with her own body, she cried out again and pressed hard into his face, panting for more. With a few well-timed laps of his tongue and tugs of his teeth, she was screaming her release and arching over the damp white sheets of their marriage bed.

She gasped and watched in dazed arousal as Drake kissed Quinn’s slick mouth, tasting all of them in that one motion. It was heady stuff, being with these men. They didn’t hold back in anything they did with her or each other. Grinning like an idiot she tugged them both down to her sides and kissed them both. “Thank you to you both for this glorious beginning.” Both grinned back and settled next to her. “To a long and glorious life in this bed with you both,” she murmured before dropping off again, snuggled between her two lovely husbands.

***
When Sarah awoke again the light had changed in the room, indicating that it was probably mid-day. Groaning and stretching to work out stiff limbs, she sat up and looked around. She smiled at Drake when she spotted him walking out of their dressing room. He grinned back and wandered towards the bed, adjusting his cravat. “Good morning Drake”

“Good morning indeed…or rather good day,” he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to his side. “We all slept in quite late. It’s almost two in the afternoon.”

She sighed, “No wonder I’m so hungry. Where is Quinn? Did he decide we were too much already?” She climbed from the bed smiling and found her robe to slip on.

Drake laughed and stood, “No not in the least. He went in search of lunch. Get dressed and we’ll join him.” He leaned down and kissed her gently then tugged her into the dressing room.

Within a half an hour she was washed, dressed, brushed and felt presentable enough to at least face her household. She hoped they wouldn’t have any callers. Though, people rarely visited a new couple so early. It just wasn’t polite. She walking into the dining room on Drake’s arm and grinned at her other male companion. “Good afternoon Quinn. I heard you couldn’t wait another minute.”

He laughed and stood, helping her into her seat while Drake piled food on plates for both of them. “A man can’t maintain such a high level of debauchery without expending all of his energy. I needed to recoup a bit before dragging you back to our bed…and maybe Drake if he’s good.” Drake just threw the younger man a mock scowl and put Sarah’s plate down in front of her. Quinn grinned and returned to his own lunch.

After a pleasant lunch all three of them decided to get some fresh air. They changed into walking clothes and set out for the local park, a small place where only the neighbor’s were usually seen. The idea of going to the larger Hyde Park so soon didn’t appeal at all. Drake and Sarah would likely get swamped with countless congratulations and Quinn would be looked upon as a trespasser in their new marriage. After all why would they want to spend time with anyone but each other for the first few weeks?

Sarah happily walked arm in arm with the two men down the quiet paths of the small park, chatting with them softly and laughing at their witty remarks. She decided that she was the luckiest woman in the world. After eight long years of searching for a husband, she was gifted with two perfect men, and even better, they enjoyed each other’s company. Normally she felt that men tended to compete for the attentions of a woman, but their life long bond had clearly developed into one that allowed them to truly enjoy each other without worrying about who would come out on top.

They finally settled on the bank of a small pond and lay back in the warm afternoon sun. Sarah nestled her head on Quinn’s shoulder and idly ran love circles around on Drake’s belly next to her. Of course with her touching him it didn’t take long before Drake rolled to his side and leaned down to kiss her. Quinn reached down and ran his hand over her breasts, belly and hips, occasionally nibbling on her ear as Drake continued his long, languid kiss.

It was that lovely situation that they were in when a startled female gasp interrupted everything. All three guiltily sat up and turned to look toward the source of the sound. A lovely young blond woman stood a few feet from them, cheeks rosy and mouth open wide. Her handsome male companion was a bit younger than both Quinn and Drake. He looked on with interest and surprise.

Sarah scrambled to her feet, instantly recognizing the young woman as her cousin Laura. She didn’t even know that Laura had come to the city yet. “Oh Laura, this isn’t what you think…no actually it probably is what you think…but more complicated than what you think.”

Laura just gaped a moment then put her hands on her hips as the two men stood. “It looks like you are frolicking with two men in the park Sarah. Are you trying to completely ruin yourself? Eight years in the marriage market should not end with you ruining yourself with these two.”

Sarah blushed at the awkward situation, “Actually Duke Drake of Derbyshire is my husband, as of yesterday.”

Laura looked startled then smiled, “You finally married after all of those proposals then? Pity I missed it. I arrived late last night so I hadn’t heard.” She sighed and smiled a moment, and then the situation reminded her that there was another man present. “So what’s your story about the Duke of Northgate, Cousin?”

Quinn grinned, “We have an arrangement of sorts. She couldn’t marry both of us…so I live with them. I trust that as her cousin you will keep that to yourself?” Laura nodded, eyes wide, then glanced to the young man at her side.

Leo, her partner, had remained silent up to that point. He grinned suddenly at Quinn and Drake, “I always thought you two had something going…good to see that it worked out so nicely.” He approached Sarah and bowed over her hand, “I’m delighted they found such a lovely bride. They always were inseparable, even at school, so I suppose this is really no surprise, if a bit unorthodox.” Sarah smiled and nodded to him.

Laura looked a bit perplexed by the whole situation but pulled Sarah away from the men anyway. “Walk with me around the park a bit. The gentlemen can doubtless entertain themselves for a while.”

Sarah smiled at the three men and joined her cousin on the path that circled the tiny park. “The young man seems nice…though should you be alone with him?”

Laura laughed, “You’re one to talk. Leo is an Earl with a lovely little fortune from his great aunt and a nice country estate. He asked me to marry him a few days ago, but we decided to come for the Season anyway. Didn’t you read about it in this morning’s paper?”

Sarah shook her head, “I slept late and then we came out right after our meal.”

“Slept late…yes I would imagine you did.” Laura flushed, “Tell me…how does it work with them? Two husbands demanding rights must be very inconvenient. Mother says a husband’s needs are quite annoying but we must allow them anyway.”

“I don’t find it annoying at all. I think that when mothers, or aunts in my case, say such things they are either too embarrassed to admit that they like it or their husbands are very selfish bedfellows. Drake and Quinn are very attentive to me, so far at least, and they ensure that I enjoy every moment. They’re really very sweet men.”

“Yes but…how can they bear for you to go from one bed to another? Aren’t men very possessive of what is theirs?” Laura asked blushing furiously, but utterly fascinated.

“I stay in the same bed and they both sleep in it with me,” Sarah said shyly.

“At the same time? Aren’t men squeamish about being naked with one another? I know I wouldn’t like to share a bed with another woman,” Laura said looking a bit flustered at this new view of two powerful peers.

“They don’t mind…they enjoy it. Drake and Quinn have been friends for so long that it has gradually developed into something deeper. They make love with me, and will eventually make love with each other. It’s really quite wonderful to see, at least so far,” Sarah said softly. “They are both so very handsome and well built…it’s quite a treat to watch them together.”

Laura gaped, “Two men together? I would have never thought…oh my.” She blushed and walked silently next to Sarah. “It must be intriguing to see such a thing. I think I envy you a bit Cousin.”

“Don’t. You have a very nice man I think. He will make you very happy if he’s a good man. Besides, it’s so early, none of us know if we will get along like this forever. Stick to one nice young man and be happy with him.”

Laura smiled and nodded, linking her arm in Sarah’s, “Still two handsome men in bed together, that is the stuff of wicked fantasies. If all of us could be so fortunate.”

Sarah laughed softly at that and wandered silently with her cousin for a few moments before asking her which events she planned to attend that week.

Laura hummed thoughtfully and bit her lip, trying to remember. “Well there is a picnic at Lady Gabriella’s, a masquerade ball at Lord Littleton’s and a dinner at Mrs. Wilkinson’s, she’s a nice merchant’s wife that I met a few years back.”

Sarah smiled a moment but then remembered the masquerade and frowned. “Laura, I don’t think you should go to Littleton’s. It wouldn’t be proper.”

“Why ever not? I go to masquerades quite often Cousin,” Laura said with a soft laugh.

“Yes, well, Drake mentioned this one over lunch. It is a rather…different sort of masquerade Love. It’s the kind that a young, unmarried woman should avoid. I’m surprised you were invited at all actually. Things will happen there that you really shouldn’t see Darling.”

“Oh,” Laura breathed. “Is it one of those kind of balls then?” She bit her lip and blushed. “Oh but don’t you think it would be fun to go to something like that just once in your life?”

“I am going,” Sarah relied mildly. Drake had said he wasn’t sure if she was ready, but it was rather important for him to make an appearance there. She’d agreed to go, and like Laura the prospect of such an event was intriguing. “Laura, don’t you wish to remain pure for your Earl? Drake said that it is rather expected for women who attend to participate in the…revelries.”

Laura frowned, “Well of course I do. What if I asked Leo to escort me? He could easily tell other men that I was his for the evening, couldn’t he?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Sarah sighed. “But Darling, there will be other people there as well…and from what Drake says, they will engage in all sorts of acts, usually better left to private settings. I’m not sure you should see that kind of thing before you’ve even gone to your marriage bed. At least think about that Love. Go if you must, but think about the consequences as well. If you were to be recognized, your reputation would be destroyed.” She frowned softly when Laura simply responded with a light, distracted nod.

***

From his wide desk Drake idly watched Quinn reading a newspaper for a moment. The blond man was sprawled in the same chair he’d been sitting in when Drake announced his plans to marry Sarah; the very same chair he’d been in when Drake touched him for the very first time. The memory of wrapping his long fingers around his lover’s wide length for the first time, sent blood rushing to the center of his body. Remembering that he’d repeated the experience, just that morning, only hardened him further.

Quinn could feel the dark gaze of his best friend and lover; it seemly cut right through the paper he held before him. “Yes?” he murmured curiously. “You needed something Drake?”

Drake laughed softly at being caught staring. “As a matter of fact I might. It occurs to me that I haven’t consummated anything with my ‘husband’ yet.” Quinn peered past the side of his paper and grinned teasingly for a moment before moving back behind the big sheet. Drake sighed softly and smiled at the response. “Being coy hmm?” He stood and slowly crossed the room until he stood over Quinn. He gently removed the paper from the blonde’s hands and leaned down to kiss him lightly. Pulling back he murmured, “I’ve been asked to perform at the masquerade on Wednesday.”

Quinn’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Not with…”

Drake leaned in again and murmured against Quinn’s mouth, “Not with Sarah. She’s not ready for that. Probably never will be…but you, love, could be.” Quinn shivered under Drake’s soft words and light, feathering kisses. “You’ll have a mask of course, as will I. Most won’t even know who we are, and those that do would never admit they were there to see us.”

Quinn drew in a shuddering breath and reached up to draw Drake into his lap. As Drake knelt in the chair, straddling Quinn’s left thigh, Quinn took another, dragging mouthful of air, and nodded, “Very well. I’ll perform with you if Sarah won’t be hurt by it.”

“Good,” Drake murmured silkily and leaned down to draw Quinn’s full lips against his own. “May I lead the way to our bed Love?”

Quinn growled softly as his arousal flared under Drake’s practiced kisses. “Too far,” he murmured.

Drake chuckled softly, “Very well, I have some oil in my desk that should do.” He tugged Quinn to his feet as he slid from his perch on the chair. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to see you bent over my desk, screaming my name.”

Quinn laughed and pushed Drake back until his firm rear rested on the edge of said desk. “We’ll see who is bent over what shortly.” Drake grinned in returned and with a soft growl they fell back against the hard surface and into each other.

***

Sarah hummed softly and smiled at a young maid on her way to the library. She’d taken a long nap when they returned from the park, but now she wanted to see what the men were up to. Drake had mentioned that he could almost always be found there.

Not wanting to disturb them if they were working she quietly eased the door open and very nearly fell into the room in surprise. Rather than working or reading, as she had expected, Quinn was kneeling over Drake in the middle of Drake’s desk. Shirts had been thrown willy-nilly and from the frantic tug at buttons and waistbands, pants were about to go the same route. Very carefully she eased into the room and shut the door, locking it from the inside. I wouldn’t do for the young maid in the hall to come in to clean or bring tea. Grinning softly, when they didn’t notice her entrance, she moved quietly to a soft settee and settled in for what she decided was the show of her life.

***

Oblivious to their surroundings, Drake yanked open the opening to Quinn’s soft breeches and reached in deep to draw out the hard, hot length he knew was trapped there. Quinn quaked and moaned softly into Drake’s mouth. “Will this hurt?” he murmured softly against Drake’s mouth. Not that he needed to ask; he’d done this with women before, including their little Sarah. But somehow it seemed the thing to ask at the moment.

“Perhaps for a moment, but I think you will enjoy it as well,” Drake whispered seductively. “Shall we see?” He reached back and fumbled in his desk drawer, finally coming up with a small jar of hand oil. “This will do nicely I think,” he murmured, leaning back up to kiss Quinn hard.

After a considerable amount of struggling and laughter Drake ended up above Quinn, their clothing in crumpled piled everywhere. “My God you sexy,” Drake growled into Quinn’s ear. He flexed his hips lightly, sliding his erection deliciously against Quinn’s long, hard length. He leaned back on his knees, grateful for the wide, sturdy surface of his antique desk. His rather straight-laced father was probably spinning in his grave right now.

With little thought for dead relatives and the important papers beneath them, he slicked oil over his length and gently eased Quinn’s legs up over his shoulders. Quinn groaned and stiffened as Drake slid a slicked hand around Quinn’s throbbing length and simultaneously began to press into his body. The mixture of pleasure and discomfort were confusing to the senses. Quinn didn’t know whether he should pull away or push against.

As Drake slid deeper, gasping softly at the tightness of Quinn’s body, Quinn tried to relax and allow him inside. He took a deep breath, head lolling to one side. He gasped and stiffened. “What the?” he whispered. Thinking he’d hurt Quinn, Drake froze, looking down at his partner in confusion. He was being gentle, or so he had though. He noted that Quinn was not currently focused on him and followed the young man’s gaze.

Sarah? When the hell did she come in? His young wife was sprawled on the settee, skirts pulled up and hand between her thighs. She paused and blushed when she realized she was being watched. “Oh. I’m sorry. You were engaged when I came in and I thought I’d just watch…if that is okay.” She was flushed, some from embarrassment, most from arousal.

Drake and Quinn blinked and then grinned. Sarah was a continuing delight. When they’d met her, neither had quite imagined the depth of her sensual character. For the most part she had been willing to do anything they suggested. If she wanted to watch, then they would let her watch. It added a little extra something to the encounter anyway. Drake returned his attention back to the man he was half buried inside and flexed again, finding that Quinn’s body easily accepted the last thrust.

Quinn gasped, as his attention was brought sharply back to Drake. He blinked and shifted against Drake, relieved that it didn’t hurt like he thought it would. He grinned up at Drake and clenched himself hard around the man’s thick length. “Let’s get on with it. We have a beautiful young woman to entertain.”

Drake laughed softly and pulled back slowly, and then reversing the movement and thrusting hard into Quinn’s body. Quinn swore he saw lights as Drake grazed a sensitive spot deep inside his body. Soft laughter rolled over him at the jerking response he gave. Drake reached forward again and stroked Quinn’s wilted length back to life. With the discomfort of this first entry and the distraction of their wife, he wasn’t surprised at Quinn’s loss of arousal, but he’d be damned if he didn’t correct that situation immediately.

Sarah lightly stroked her sensitive feminine flesh, like her husbands had taught her, watching the erotic scene before her with half hooded eyes. The two men made a sinfully delicious pair while clothed. This was just pure decadence to watch. Drake moved slowly, rocking Quinn’s hard body slightly with each roll of his hips, stroking the gasping man’s jutting length with precise, teasing strokes.

She felt a hard twinge in her groin and flushed deep red, watching Quinn arch his back and dig his fingers deep into the hard muscles of Drake’s arms, gasping and panting. Her mouth dropped open slightly, her breath leaving her in soft pants as she turned her attention from the straining men to her own need. It took only a few short moments for her to reach her peak and fall gasping into the soft cushions at her back. With heavy lids, she turned her gaze back to the two men, smiling lazily at the view.

Quinn arched again, this time crying out and reaching up to stroke Drake’s short dark hair. “Almost there Drake…oh God…yes…right there,” he grunted and then froze. His mouth opened in a silent scream and his climax ripped hard through his groin, belly and legs, splashing his belly with his slick seed.

“Perfect,” Drake murmured in a rich, thick voice. “I’ve been fantasizing about seeing that for years. Absolutely perfect.” He continued to move for a moment more before gasping and shuddering his own release, deep inside Quinn’s boneless body.

His own muscles slowly unlocked and he slumped forward, releasing Quinn’s captive legs. After a brief moment of soft panting and light kisses, on Quinn’s lips, he gingerly pulled from the blonde’s body and felt for the floor with his feet. Stepping back he help Quinn up and peeled documents from his sticky skin.

“Hope those weren’t important,” Quinn muttered thickly.

“Mm, very, but I can rewrite them if need be,” Drake said softly. He threw a glance at his lounging bride and grinned as she flushed lightly and straightened her skirts. “Did you enjoy that Sweetling?”

“Oh yes,” she said softly. “Very much.”

“Good,” he purred. “We will do it again Wednesday my love. Will you watch then, at the masquerade?”

Her face shifted to confusion. “You are part of the masquerade?”

He picked up his pants and started to dress. “Mm hmm,” he murmured. “I was asked some time ago, before we wed. I hope it doesn’t bother you. I, of course, asked Quinn to be my partner. I don’t want your reputation to be tarnished darling. Ours is already quite black, so no worries there,” he finished with a grin at Quinn.

She thought a moment and then shrugged. “You likely be in masks and all, so I don’t see why rumors should spread. If they do, I suppose I shall just gain the reputation as…interesting. I probably won’t be allowed near any of the new little darlings of our circle, but that isn’t important.” Sarah stood and smiled. “I think that performance will be even more entertaining then this one.”

Quinn finished buttoning his own shirt and quirked an eyebrow at her. “Why ever for? Private viewing not exciting enough?”

“Oh plenty darling,” she assured with a small smile. “But at the masquerade I will get to watch other men and women slaver over you two, but only I get to take you home. It’s a wholly gratifying feeling that I look forward to. Don’t disappoint me with anything less than your best performances.”

Drake laughed, the sound full and rich. He leaned down over his bride and kissed her gently. “You are a true treasure Darling. I thank God no else snapped you up before us.” She grinned impishly at him and then asked if they wanted tea, as if they were simply spending a quiet afternoon in the library.

***