Lady Adalyn (The Saga Of Wolfbridge Manor Book 1), Sahara Kelly [the best e book reader .TXT] 📗

more, and I willingly leaped this time, clasping Jeremy’s head with my thighs and covering Evan’s hands on my breasts, holding them while I fell screaming into the madness once again.

They held me until the crisis passed, then cradled me between them as I floated down to earth.

I could not but be aware that they were both still hard with desire; when questioned they glanced at each other and then at me. Evan told me he would ease his own desires and asked if I’d care to observe.

I know, dear Diary. A well brought up and modest young woman would have been so shocked and probably swooning. I have to assume I was neither, since I gladly accepted the chance to watch him attain his release.

And I’m so glad I did.

To see his face as he grasped himself, to watch the firm strokes increase in rapidity and to hear the low growl as his eyes closed and his neck arched back…it was beautiful in the extreme. His seed spurted a stream of milky white, glistening in the candlelight and the sound…that wonderful groan…it brought tears to my eyes.

Jeremy followed suit, and I observed that the male of the species seems to share the same process. Logical of course, since all must obey the dictates of their physiology, as must women. But with Jeremy I could see the veins in his male organ swell, and also his sac become hard as his rhythmic movements brought him to his peak.

He groaned harshly at the moment of release, the cords in his neck stretched taut.

I wondered what it would be like to have those magnificent masculine weapons inside me when they found those moments? Would I feel those spasms? Would they feel mine?

I learned so much, only to discover how much more there is for me to understand.

After all was done and the small messes cleaned away, we all drew up beneath the quilts, curling against each other in the most pleasant manner.

I was exhausted, and although I had worried I would not sleep, I found myself almost instantly drowsy. Jeremy held me on one side, and Evan on the other.

I felt safe, warm and cherished. And yet my last waking thoughts strayed to Daniel and Giles and the hope for their success.

Along with a final long moment of prayer…for Trick.

Chapter Seventeen

The sun had already risen into a blue spring sky when Adalyn awoke alone the next morning.

Jane was there, rattling the teapot, glancing at her mistress and smiling when Adalyn opened her eyes.

“Good morning, Lady Adalyn,” she said. “You slept late today. But I expect you were tired from all the events of yesterday.”

Adalyn held back a smile and stretched, languorous and content, although with a slight headache. “Indeed, yes.”

Jane brought tea to the bedside. “My Lady, if you’ll forgive my impertinence…I would like to visit Mr. Trick today. I have to pick up one of your bonnets and the milliner isn’t far from Ditchley.” She looked at her mistress. “Might I have your permission to take him some things?”

Adalyn pulled herself upright and realised she was in her nightgown. When had that happened? She could not recall.

“Of course, Jane. I was thinking of going myself…”

“Begging your pardon, Ma’am, but I doubt the villagers would know what to think at this point. Mr. Trick is your head groom and only been in there a day. If you were to go hurrying to his side, there’d be a few ready to make much of it, no matter how innocent and good-natured such a gesture would be on your part.”

Adalyn frowned as she sipped her tea, and thought over Jane’s words. Sadly, she was forced to agree. “There are always people looking to make trouble, aren’t there?”

“Especially for anyone from Wolfbridge,” Jane replied. “We’re different, my Lady. Not the usual country household. It makes some folks a bit nervous.”

“I suppose so.” Adalyn couldn’t deny that statement. Wolfbridge was very different—in its organisation and its residents. “Well, then, by all means visit Trick. I’ll write a note for you to include if you would, and perhaps Evan can put together a basket for him…”

“And I can ask Jeremy for a clean shirt?”

“Of course. Good idea.” Adalyn tried to shake off the lingering fog that threatened to cloud her brain. “Any word from Giles or Daniel?”

“Nothing yet, my Lady.” Jane took out a day dress, and the conversation turned to mundane matters.

It seemed as if Wolfbridge was waiting…the house was quieter than usual, although the maids had arrived and were working their way through their regular chores.

Adalyn could hear their muted voices as she walked downstairs to the parlour and found Jeremy pouring her tea.

“Good morning…” Unsure of herself, after last night’s sensual adventures, she wasn’t quite able to meet his eye.

“Good morning to you, Lady Adalyn.” He bowed correctly and she risked a glimpse at his face.

He winked, and smiled. And she took a relieved breath before smiling back.

“You look well rested, Ma’am,” he said formally, while his mouth curved into a wicked smile.

“I slept very well indeed, thank you,” she responded, taking her tea from him. “I believe the exercise I had yesterday must have tired me out. All that work in the stables with those two fine horses…”

He bit his lip and stifled a laugh. “Indeed, Ma’am. But I’m sure they’re happy with your attentions.”

Evan walked in with a platter. “Good morning, my Lady. I trust you slept well.”

“We’ve covered that, man,” sighed Jeremy.

“Thank you Evan. Yes. I slept like a log. And fortunately I stayed quite warm. I see it was chilly outside last night.”

It was Evan’s turn to battle a laugh, and since the sound of sweeping could be heart clearly outside the door, he had to turn away to the sideboard as a safety precaution.

Adalyn recovered herself first. “Evan, Jane tells me she will be near Trick’s Roundhouse accommodation today and wants to visit him. Can you put a basket together? I think he’d appreciate