Double Trouble

This is MINE, do not borrow it without asking me first. Post a comment in the reviews if you’d like to post it somewhere else. This is really just the start of this story. I will probably split it up into chapters and expand it further later, but this is a start at least. I hope you like it and will post comments for me. If something sounds completely stupid let me know so I can change it. A lot of it is just stuff that streams out during the writing process. :) Enjoy.

M/M, M/M/F, M/F, Anal, Oral, other naughty things as I think about them.

Double Trouble
By: Monkey Lady

Chapter 1

Sarah grumbled softly to herself and sank onto blue velvet covered a bench in front of a long golden framed mirror. She’d finally escaped the stifling heat of the ballroom to the cool, calm of the retiring room. This was the third ball she’d attended this week and the strain was beginning to show. She knew her manners were beginning to wear thin and her smiling mask was slipping more and more.

Sarah wouldn’t even bother with all of this if she weren’t in desperate need of a husband. Her father, the third Duke of Rockshire, was adamant that she marry this season, her eighth, or he’d cut her off. She didn’t think that he’d really do such a thing, but she wasn’t about to test that theory by ignoring his demand. At twenty-five she was far beyond the typical marriageable age and beginning to wonder if she would ever find a husband.

It wasn’t that she’d never had any offers. She’d had dozens, but they were all from men her father’s age (and older) or from weak-willed fortune hunters. They all made her skin crawl. The thought of bearing their touch long enough to produce their heir was disgusting, to say the least. She sighed in frustration and looked at herself in the mirror. She knew she was attractive, even if it wasn’t in the classical blonde, waif style that men currently lusted after. Her body had always tended toward lushness, though was by no means heavy. Her hair was inky black, and her skin lightly tanned, from her mother’s Spanish heritage. From her father she had inherited startling emerald eyes. She’d purposely chosen a rich satin gown that matched her eyes that night. The color and risqué cut of the gown were sure to attract the attention of at least a few males, she was sure. She stood out quite clearly from the other single young women tonight, she was sure of that.

Overall, her form and countenance were quite tolerable, she decided. It was her personality and sense of humor that often threw gentlemen off. She was stubborn, witty and had a wicked temper. Men often didn’t know what to do with her after spending so much time with soft, shy girls, barely out of the schoolroom. At least men with pure intentions didn’t know what to do with her. Men who were searching for a night of decadence and pleasure, knew exactly what they wanted from her and exactly how they wanted to do it.

That was the reason for her present escape. Lord Jared, a particularly old and lecherous bachelor, had cornered her and offered his protection…in exchange for services she shuddered to even think of. Did any women ever actually take him up on such offers? The thought made her ill. Being the advanced age of twenty-five, she had heard more than enough whispers to know how men and women interacted privately, so his suggestions hadn’t fallen on confused ears. She’d snorted in disgust, told him where he could put his wayward cock, and then stormed off while he looked after her in shock.

She knew that she’d actually behaved very badly and that no single, young woman, of good breeding, should know the word ‘cock,’ but frankly she was fed up. She was tired of old, foul smelling men who thought they still attracted hoards of women. She was tired of weak young men groveling at her feet, grasping for her fortune. She was sick of looking for a husband that didn’t exist. Sarah was honestly beginning to believe that if everyone had someone special out there for them, hers had died.

It was with that morbid, gloomy thought that other women entered the quiet sanctuary. With a sigh she rose and exited, fleeing the whispers and giggles the young women had brought with them. As she entered the ballroom again, Lord Jared spotted her and had the intelligence to slink away, flushing. She couldn’t help but smirk a little at that. Maybe part of the problem in this hunt is she kept scaring off the potential suitors simply due to stories the thwarted told. “I wonder what they say about me in their little gentlemen’s clubs?” she murmured to herself, smiling.

“You’re scary, foul mouthed and entirely too forward,” a deep voice rumbled over her head.

She gasped and spun, coming face to face with the hard wall of a very tall man’s chest. “Pardon?” she asked in surprise.

Another voice came from her side, “You asked what men say about you…Drake here simply answered…though he left out ‘bitch.’ That comes up too,” the other voice rumbled in amusement.

She tilted her head back to look at the man labeled as ‘Drake.’ Gasping, and sinking into a curtsy before them, she recognized him as Duke Drake of Derbyshire. He was at least a full foot taller than herself and agonizingly handsome. His dark features and brown eyes labeled him as one of similar heritage to herself. Full lips quirked an amused smile at her. Blinking and looking to his right, as she rose, she saw Duke Quinn of Northgate. He looked young, though he was only a year younger than Drake’s thirty-two, from what she’d heard. He was equally tall, but had fair skin and golden curly hair. If it wasn’t for the wicked smirk settled upon his full lips, she’d think he looked like an angel.

Ever so slowly their responses to her rhetorical question sank in. Scary? Foul mouthed…the word ‘cock’ came to mind. She flushed and admitted that was probably true. “I…I…” she floundered then paused, “Wait a minute! I’m bitchy? Well that certainly isn’t very nice!” she insisted, forgetting she was speaking to two of the most powerful men in the country.

Quinn shrugged and nodded solemnly, though she doubted that he meant it, “Yes I agree, but I was only repeating the words of others. No doubt they were simply heartbroken and bitter after they joined the ranks of the rejected.”

She quirked a smile at that and stepped back to study them better. They were a sight to behold indeed. Drake’s darkness and Quinn’s glowing beauty were breathtaking to say the least. Pity they weren’t suitors of hers. The things that came to a woman’s mind looking at them were too wicked to ever admit out loud. She flushed lightly as warmth rushed through her body and, for the first time, she actually wondered what it would be like to have a man like one of these two in her bed. She had heard enough about the two men to know that they were legendary in the bedroom and women flocked to them in droves.

Drake noted the change in her gaze as it slowly went out of focus. She was thinking about something…and, from the blush spreading across her cheeks and the gently nibbling of her lower lip, it involved one of them…or both. “Hm…Quinn…I think she’s thinking about us…I wonder what it is,” he murmured. “Do you think it’s naughty?” Quinn’s face broke into a wide predatory grin.

Drake laughed softly as her blush flared brighter and her jaw set stubbornly as if she was about to argue. He hushed her gently and picked up her hand to kiss it, “I’m only teasing my dear…don’t get upset.” He grazed his teeth and lips gently over her gloved fingers. She gasped and shuddered softly before removing her hand from his grasp. Quinn took up the retreating hand swiftly and bestowed his own attention upon the tingling, sheathed skin before releasing her. “Dance with us?” Quinn asked smiling.

“Us? At the same time?” she asked with a small smile.

Drake shrugged, “Why not?” Grinning he shook his head and pulled her out onto the dance floor. With a blush she realized it was a waltz. She would be pressed entirely too close to this man she’d only just met. From across the room she caught sight of her aunt’s disapproving frown; shocked at Sarah’s choice of partner. Sarah didn’t even have time to shrug as Drake swept her up against him and guided her through the first steps of the dance. She found herself sinking into his strong embrace and she wasn’t the least bit ashamed of this personal moment of weakness. Drake was a glorious creature to behold and touch. The glares of other ladies confirmed that nicely.

Of course realizing that she was already in trouble with the other ladies, she only sighed in resignation as Quinn cut in smoothly and threw a grin over his shoulder at Drake. Drake smirked and bowed slightly, leaving Sarah in Quinn’s able hands. Quinn danced with a different grace than Drake. Where every move Drake made was laced with dark sensuality, Quinn moved with an energetic flare that made her laugh and blush. His moves were certainly just as wicked, but different from those of his friend. They were, after all, different men. She could imagine that Quinn approached life rather directly with a carefree smile the whole way, while Drake tended to sneak up on life; always in command and never surprised.

As the dance came to an end, Drake reappeared with Champaign for all of them. Sarah gladly took the bubbly beverage and sipped it, thoroughly worn out from that exciting foray onto the dance floor. “Oh,” she sighed happily. “My thanks to both of you. I think that was the best dance I’ve shared with anyone, in years. Most gentlemen just step on my toes and make my gloves sweaty.”

Quinn laughed, “We are pleased you enjoyed us so thoroughly.”

She grinned cheekily, “Don’t most women enjoy you thoroughly in all that you do?”

Drake choked on his drink and laughed, “You are a delight, my dear. I do believe you just made a rather naughty joke about us my dear.” He smirked at her, “How does a nice young lady like you know anything about the likes of us?”

She shrugged, “My aunt told me to avoid both of you…which will likely bring her down on us at any moment. Besides, a young lady is wise to listen to whispers when looking for a husband. She wants a husband that is kind, faithful for the most part, and enjoyable to spend time with in the evenings.” The last comment left much to the imagination, but her small smile didn’t. Both men couldn’t help but laugh and shake their heads.

“Is an ‘enjoyable’ husband important to most young ladies then? I though wealth was most important,” Quinn said with a broad grin plastered across his face.

She shook her head, barely believing that she was flirting with two notorious gentlemen. Somehow she knew that they wouldn’t take her too seriously though and they would simply let her practice a little on them. “Money is important, of course, but if that was the only important thing I would have been married a dozen proposals ago.”

Drake chuckled, “Just how many proposals have you received thus far?”

She shrugged, “About twenty.” She smiled when their eyes widened a bit, “They were all very old or too weak for my tastes, or worse, fortune hunters. I can’t abide fortune hunters and smelly old men.”

“Who can?” Quinn muttered. “So just what do you look for in a potential husband Lady Sarah, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She shrugged, “Not at all.” She thought a moment and then said,” I want a man who is at least close to my age, by a decade or so, and preferably older. A nineteen-year-old boy doesn’t appeal at all. He must be reasonably handsome and well built if I am to accept him into my bed. I expect him to be fairly clean on a daily basis, of course…the smelly old man aversion again. I would hope that he understands how to please a woman in the bedchamber, though being a woman I suppose I shouldn’t admit that I know anything about the bedchamber.” She paused and thought a moment, “He should have a decent sense of humor. He doesn’t need to be wealthy, but he should have some money and not be just hounding after me for mine. I think is that all…hm, yes, I think that is basically it,” she finished.

Quinn grinned, “I think you just described Drake here.”

Drake laughed, “Or Quinn. Does this mean that you are still looking for a husband?”

She smiled and nodded at their comments, “Yes, my father demands that I find a man this season or else.” She sighed and looked around, “Frankly gentlemen, you are the only two men that I’ve found appealing in the last three years or so. I don’t suppose that you’re looking for wives yet?”

As Drake and Quinn laughed, they both took up Sarah\'s hands to their lips to kiss her farewell. She smiled as they beat a hasty retreat back to their male friends. To her surprise, however, Drake glanced back and grinned, “We are and you might just do.” He turned away and greeted a colleague with a pat on the back.

Sarah was left quaking and staring after them, unaware that their little group had drawn some curious stares and whispers. She couldn’t help but wonder, as she watched the two men join their friends, that maybe…just maybe she did have someone special out there for her…or maybe two someones.