The Rightful Lord (The Saga Of Wolfbridge Manor Book 3) by Sahara Kelly (13 ebook reader .TXT) 📕

certainly bring additional income, if just from the fields alone. Royce raised the question of what to do with the house which is very grand. 

And that is a good, if troublesome, question because I really don’t have any ideas at all. I tossed out the notion of an orphanage—a spur-of-the-moment idea—which might serve, I suppose. But then again, we here at Wolfbridge are unique. Should we even consider risking strangers so few miles away?

How would they react when they learned that I am the only woman allowed to be in residence? That I have, at this time, three devoted men who cater to my every need? And I do mean every need.

It is scandalous, shocking in the eyes of the world, and would probably result in my being arrested for something indecent, or acting against the teachings of religion, or some other made-up charge, just to stop me from loving my gentlemen.

Well, that is not going to happen. So while Royce looks into the money end of such matters, I will give thought to what might be the best use for Fivetrees itself. 

All this presumes that we can manage to purchase the estate, and that is not a trivial project. I have to say that at the back of my mind lurks the spectre of Sir Alfred Gylbart, the dissolute owner of what are little more than brothels catering to rich gentlemen who can afford to buy their sexual partners.

Even if they be underage and regardless of gender.

My stomach churns at the thought, but Gabriel has had first-hand experience of this man’s frightening and lascivious ways. He bears the brand from that time.

With luck, Giles will respond to Royce’s letters and let us know what the situation is with Fivetrees and the Withersbys. 

Although I shall always miss Giles’s reassuring presence here, I am finding myself more and more inclined to lean on Royce for the same comfort. His advice is usually sound, he’s not afraid of admitting he has no knowledge about some matter, and is invariably ready to seek out that knowledge if it is required.

And I cannot deny I find him extremely attractive.

While I know that the man holding his position is not supposed to become intimate with the Lady, I notice myself wishing that in this particular instance that rule might be set aside.

Officially, he is butler to the Lady of Wolfbridge.

Unofficially, I cannot help but wish he were considerably more. But that is absurd, since I have three of the most divine gentlemen at my command. I must be terribly greedy and a dreadful person to desire anything more than I already have.

Yes, it would be quite horrid of me.

And yet…

Chapter Four

Gwyneth had just put down her quill after blotting and closing her journal when there was a quiet tap on her door. She rose and crossed her chamber, noting that it was now close to midnight. Darcy had chosen her room for the night and snored quietly in his bed in one corner, but other than that slight sound, the house was silent.

Jeremy stood outside.

“Can I come in, my Lady?” He peeked past her shoulder. “If you’d rather be alone…”

“Don’t be silly,” she smiled and took his hand. “I’d rather have your company.”

He nodded and allowed her to draw him in, smiling back as she closed the door behind him. “Thank you. I—” he paused, “I need you.”

“As I have needed you, Jeremy.” She walked him to the bed and slid out of her robe, leaving nothing but her cotton nightgown. Turning to him, she undid the tie on his robe, pushing it off his shoulders. He was nude beneath, as was the custom between them. “Come and warm me.”

Aroused and ready, he obeyed, waiting for her to move across the bed and give him room to slip between the covers and then put his arms around her, spooning her to his body.

His chest rose and fell with his sigh. “This is…perfect.” He wriggled a little, snuggling his erection against her bottom.

Gwyneth couldn’t help a smile as she relaxed into the firm heat warming her back from her shoulders to her thighs. “It is much welcomed,” she murmured. “I have needed you so often, Jeremy. And you have always been there, along with the others. So I’m glad I can return the favour.”

His hand drifted to her hip and the warmth of his palm seared her skin. “Now and again” he whispered, “I am surprised at all this.”

“All what?”

“This.” He touched her gently, running his palm down her thigh and pulling up her nightgown as his hand rose again. “You.”

“I cannot but agree. Sometimes it all surprises me as well.”

“And yet it seems so right.” Jeremy continued to find bare skin, making her tingle.

“It does. Now, at this moment, it seems perfect,” she answered.

“All of us…” his voice carried some deep emotion. “All of us love you, Gwyneth. And not because we have to but because we want to.” He moved closer, his hand finding her breast and cupping it. “Which is understandable. But what continually surprises me is how we all seem to have the same feelings about each other. We care for each other and there’s never a problem with sharing. Sharing you amongst us.”

Desire rose sharply within Gwyneth at his words. “Jeremy,” she breathed.

His fingers teased her nipple. “I love touching you. But I also love watching Evan touching you. Or Gabriel fucking you. Or all three of us bringing you to your release in whatever way we choose.”

She bit back a moan and thrust her buttocks against his hardness. “I know,” she mumbled. “In case you hadn’t guessed, I love everything about all of you…” she choked out a cry of pleasure as his cock slid between her thighs and into the slick juices that