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Chapter Ten
     
     
     
    Night-time in the English countryside was almost pitch black without any moonlight. Molly increased her pace to avoid stumbling across anything that might jump, hop or slither over her feet. She sighed with relief when she saw light shining through the lone glass window of Graeme’s cottage.
    Graeme and Logan looked up as she entered the room. And what a handsome sight they were. A grin spread across Graeme’s face, her welcome assured. “We’d just about given up any hope of you showing.” He rose and stalked across the room and took her hands in his. “You’re chilled.”
    “It’s nippy outside and I didn’t have a shawl with me.”
    “This should warm you.” Logan joined them and offered her a pewter mug.
    She lifted a brow. “More wine from his lordship’s cellar?”
    “Now, lass, it’s just a bit of local ale.”
    She sipped and savoured the nutty brew. It was stronger than she’d expected. Molly coughed when it tickled her throat and warmed her belly.
    She handed Logan the mug and undid the first button on her bodice. “An hour or two at most is all I can chance. My mistress is with your master. He’s probably having his way with her, not that she is resistant, but it wouldn’t do for his valet to find her in his bed.”
    “Hobbs is a master of discretion.” Logan placed his mouth on the spot she’d bared. Every muscle in her body tightened in anticipation.
    Molly reached up and cradled the back of Logan’s head. “Are you going to waste time with talk or are you going to do your worst? Or should I say give me your best?”
    “We’d better pack as many new experiences as we can into the time we have,” Graeme murmured.
    “New? We’ve done every wicked thing we could think of the last time I was here.”
    “Oh, I believe we can come up with one or two things we haven’t done,” Logan drawled as he scooped her up and carried her into the dim bedroom.
    He set her down and both men took their time undressing Molly. They caressed her to tease and arouse. By the time Logan and Graeme had liberated her from her clothing, Molly was panting like a thirsty puppy.
    Wearing nothing but her hose, garters and shoes, Molly trailed her fingertips over the pronounced bulges between their thighs. “I feel a bit underdressed. It hardly seems fair with me standing here wearing nothing but a blush.”
    Lusty glitters heated Graeme’s and Logan’s eyes and the tempo of their breathing increased. Satisfaction, the kind a woman felt when she knew her lover—or in this case lovers—wanted her above all else, filled Molly.
    “All in good time.” Logan’s hoarse murmur laid bare the depth of his arousal. He picked her up and dropped her on the centre of the bed. “But first we have to get you ready for what we have in mind.”
    “I won’t need much preparation. I’m already wet.” Molly parted her legs and threaded her finger through the moisture-laden down clinging to her nether lips.
    Her hand was brushed out of the way and her lovers slipped their fingers into her damp cleft. Molly had no idea how many, she’d lost the ability to count. They fondled her pearl, teased her fleshy labia, and slid their fingers into her tight depths. It felt like heaven but it was torturous at the same time. Each stroke pushed her to the edge but didn’t send her into the sweet abyss of an orgasm.
    Molly palmed her full breasts and tweaked her nipples until they elongated. The hard nubs stood out like a pair of marzipan cherries on mounds of quivering blancmange.
    Logan pulled his shirt over his head and shucked off his breeches. Long and lean, he towered over Molly. His cock sprang from the thick patch of ebony hair on his groin. It bobbed in the air, promising her a sweet ride.
    Graeme shed his clothes, his movements uncoordinated in his haste. His cock, weighed down by its sheer bulk, hung at half-mast between his muscular thighs.
    The contrast between the men’s physiques fired