Embroidered Fantasies

Chapter Nine

Roxanne’s body was alive with sensation. Her breasts ached, her nipples almost hurt they were so tight. But it was between her thighs where she felt it most.

Radnor buried his thick shaft in her slick channel, stretching her to the point of pain. Yet it felt so incredibly good, she never wanted him to stop. She held onto him for support, digging her fingers into his wide shoulders and wrapping her legs around his thick waist.

Muscles rippled beneath her palms as he withdrew to the entrance of her heated passage only to drive back in. He went even deeper this time. She tightened her thighs around him as he hammered his cock into her cunt, getting faster and harder with each stroke.

He was the most elemental male she’d ever met. He was earthy when he spoke of what he wanted to do to her, with her. She’d creamed herself just listening to him.

She cried out as he shifted her slightly, his thick penis brushing her clit with each stroke. The wall was hard and cool against her back, a contrast to the heat radiating from between her thighs. Her skin felt hot, like she had a fever. And maybe she did.

Release hovered just beyond her reach. She tightened her thighs around Radnor’s hips, moving in counterpoint to his thrusts. She drove down as he shoved up and in.

She heard a whimpering noise and realized it was her. She was mindless, needing to come.

His chest brushed against her breasts, making them ache even more. The hard points of her nipples demanded more attention. She arched against him, crying out as the contact deepened.

Radnor buried his face in the curve of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. She felt his sharp teeth as he bit down gently. That small pain sent her over the edge. Her world exploded. Lights flashed behind her eyes as she came.

She heard Radnor yell. Felt the hot rush of semen as he filled her. His hips pumped furiously, slapping against her damp, hot flesh. She hung on and rode out the waves of pleasure.

Radnor slumped forward, keeping one hand under her bottom and resting the other one against the wall of the stable. Roxanne could feel something warm and sticky rolling down her inner thigh. She groaned and shifted. Radnor’s cock jerked and flexed within her. He swore and carefully began to withdraw.

She lowered her legs and bit her lip to keep from groaning as her feet touched the floor. She was stiff and sweaty, but she felt content too. Radnor raised his head and peered down at her.

“That shouldn’t have happened.”

Her heart stopped. When it began beating again it was a hard, heavy beat. Her spirits plummeted at his words. Hurt replaced the pleasant languor of moments before.

She stiffened and shoved at her skirts, feeling suddenly exposed in more ways than one.

Her tunic was on the floor so she settled for crossing her arms over her chest. “No one forced you to do anything.” Her words were wooden and stiff.

Radnor frowned, his expression growing darker with each passing second. “Did I hurt you?”

What did the jerk think? Of course he’d hurt her. After having a beautiful sexual experience, at least on her part, he’d announced it shouldn’t have happened. “I’m fine.” She’d get over it. She’d survived a hell of a lot worse.

He raked his fingers through his hair and bent down to retrieve her tunic. Shaking it out, he started to dress her. She gave a small shriek when he tugged it over her head and then threaded her arms through the holes.

Cupping her face in his hands, he studied her. “You deserve a soft bed and a gentle lover, not a brute who fucks you against the stable wall.” Realization came slowly and with it a sense of relief all out of proportion to the situation. Radnor was angry with himself with the fact that they’d made love. Had sex, she corrected herself. She frowned. “I didn’t say no. In fact, I distinctly remember urging you to go harder and faster.”

Radnor tucked his softened penis back into his pants and laced them before reaching for his sword belt and strapping it on. He looked big and imposing. She also sensed an air of uncertainty around him as he shifted closer, lowered his head and kissed her. “I didn’t keep my promise. I told you I was going to bury my face between your thighs and feast on your sweet flesh until you scream with pleasure.”

“Maybe later,” she told him.

His eyes widened and he began to smile. She placed her hand over his heart, feeling the steady thud beneath her palm.

“As my lady wishes.” His tone left no doubt that he was more than up for the task.

His golden brown eyes smoldered with sexual promise.

“Right now, this lady wants to get cleaned up. I feel sticky.” Roxanne ran a hand through her hair. Without a mirror she couldn’t tell what she looked like, but she was almost certain she looked as though she’d been tumbled in the stable. Not that it mattered. She was leaving soon and wouldn’t have to face any of the people in the courtyard who would easily guess what happened between her and Radnor.

Why that thought left her feeling empty and sad she didn’t want to speculate.

Radnor rested his hand against the small of her back. Such a little gesture, but one he did often, unconsciously. He was always watching out for her, always concerned about her well-being. It was a strange sensation. A pleasurable one.

She glanced at him and felt her heart stutter. He was watching her intently. The corners of his mouth turned up slowly in a boyish grin. She blinked, unable to believe how much younger that smile made him look. She had a feeling he didn’t smile often and was absurdly pleased that she’d drawn it from him. A wall crumbled deep within her and she lost yet another small part of her heart to him.

He held out his free hand. “After you, my lady.”

Hours later, Roxanne was pleasantly exhausted. After she and Radnor had returned from the stable, she’d retired to her room for a quick wash. Then she’d had a bite to eat with both men. It had been interesting to watch them interact with the people around them during the midday meal. The brothers were cordial, if slightly distant, with others.

But she sensed the underlying distrust, and even fear, of everyone they spoke with.

It gave her something to ponder beyond the intense sensual interlude in the stable with Radnor. Just thinking about that raised her body temperature and had her pussy throbbing.

Lunch was a pleasant affair, if slightly strained. She’d managed to actually eat something substantial. When the meal was done, the men had retired to the practice field for an hour, giving her a display of their prowess with their swords. They’d taken her breath away and given her more than a few moments of anxiety. The blades were sharp and deadly, yet they’d wielded them with abandon.

When they were done, Radnor had disappeared, leaving her alone with Sednar.

He’d taken her on a walk, giving her an in-depth tour of the fields, explaining what crops they grew. Then he’d shown her all the animals they raised. The amount of labor necessary to keep everything working was mind-boggling. The workers responded to Sednar’s greeting and questions, but the conversation wasn’t exactly what she’d call easy.

Still, it was nice to enjoy the fresh air and sunshine and to take her mind off her worries for a few hours. The dark cloud of her return to her home still hung over her.

She had no idea what she’d find when she got there. A small part of her still wondered if this wasn’t all a coma-induced dream brought on by a beating from Michael. Maybe she was really lying in a hospital bed hooked up to tubes and machines.

She took a deep breath and slowly released it. She had to believe this was real. The only other explanations weren’t acceptable. She really didn’t think a coma would produce such erotic and realistic dreams. And she certainly didn’t want to believe she was crazy.

Roxanne gazed around her, marveling at the clean, fresh air. Life here was much simpler in many respects, but the underlying problems of human relationships still existed.

As Sednar showed her the land and introduced her to some of the people who called Craddock Keep home, she found herself growing more interested in the marriages and interactions of the inhabitants. It seemed to work for them, although she still had a hard time wrapping her head around the idea of a permanent relationship between a woman and two or three brothers.

Still, everyone she met seemed to be happy in that respect. She’d sensed no underlying currents of discontent when she was introduced to the blacksmith’s wife and his brother, who also lived with them. It was the same with the master builder’s wife and his two brothers.

Conversation lagged between her and Sednar and they climbed the stairs to the keep in silence. But it was a comfortable silence. Sednar was easy to be around. He was smart and entertaining and a very good teacher, patient as he’d explained the outer workings of the keep. He also was clever and had a sense of humor. It wasn’t always obvious, but it was there.

Roxanne paused at the top of the stairs and turned to gaze out over the land. The concept that this belonged to Sednar and Radnor was incredible. If they lived in California, they’d be multimillionaires, maybe even billionaires, with this kind of property. Not that they’d fit in with the lifestyle of many of the rich and famous. From what she’d been able to glean, both men worked tirelessly and had for many years to make this land as prosperous as it was.

“Tired?” Sednar pulled open the door and held it for her.

“Mmm.” She was tired, but strangely energized as well. Her skin felt sensitive to the touch. She started up the stairs, pausing at the entrance to the great room, but he put his hand on her lower back and indicated she should go up.

Shrugging, she climbed. Maybe she’d take a nap before dinner. She wasn’t wearing a watch, but it had to be getting close to that time. They’d been outside for hours. All that fresh air and exercise had made her sleepy. The stairwell was cool and quiet.

Roxanne reached the final turn and glanced up. Only about a half dozen steps to go. If she lived here long she wouldn’t need to worry about getting enough exercise.

That thought stopped her cold. When had she started even considering staying?

“Everything all right?” Sednar leaned closer, his lips skimming the curve of her ear, his breath tickling her skin.

She sucked in a breath as her breasts began to tingle. “Fine.” Sednar smoothed one large hand down her back, curving it over her hip and around to lie on her stomach. She sucked in a breath and the fabric of her tunic abraded her nipples. She chewed on her bottom lip to keep from whimpering.

What was wrong with her? She’d had sex with Radnor only this morning. Now she was attracted to Sednar. It was crazy. It made her feel uneasy. As though her body wasn’t under her control. She’d always been a one-man woman. For the last year or more, she hadn’t even wanted anything to do with a man. Now she wanted two of them.

He placed hot, openmouthed kisses on her neck as his hand rubbed circles on her stomach. With each rotation, he got closer to her breasts and mound as he made the circles larger. “I want to touch you.” His fingers grazed the undersides of her breasts.

Roxanne’s breasts were heavy, aching to be touched. She captured her lower lip between her teeth as his hand curved lower, brushing her mound. Even though they were both fully dressed, the caress went through her like a wildfire through a summer forest, burning everything in its path.

“This is crazy,” she muttered. Her body undulated of its own accord as Sednar’s hand made an upward turn.

“Not crazy,” he whispered in her ear. “Necessary.” This time, he covered her breast with his hand. Her puckered nipple stabbed the center of his palm as he closed his fingers around the full, aching mound.

“It’s not wrong to want me, Roxanne. It’s acceptable. Expected. Let me pleasure you.” He punctuated his words with tiny nips at her earlobe, which sent shivers down her spine.

She couldn’t think. A sexual lethargy settled over her. She made a half-hearted attempt at cool reason. “We’re…” She licked her lips and tried again. “We’re in a hallway.”

He chuckled. “So we are.” He squeezed her breast as he rubbed his thumb over the hardened tip. “No one will bother us.”

Sednar gathered the fabric of her skirt in his free hand, slowly inching it up and exposing her calves and thighs. He slid his hand beneath and continued until he found her hot, pulsing sex.

He made a thick sound of pleasure in his throat as he fingered her pussy. “Soft and wet. Let me taste you, Roxanne.”

She could hear the excitement in his voice, feel the hard length of his cock pressed against her back. Could she do this? It seemed wrong, yet somehow right. She was hot and horny and totally confused.

Sednar turned her until her back was against the wall. He loomed large in the narrow stairwell. Twin braids framed his face. He looked so much like Radnor, yet there were slight differences. Sednar’s eyes were the color of bittersweet chocolate, dark and rich. His features were finer, not quite as harsh as his brother’s. His lips were fuller.

The way he looked at her was similar. There was lust and longing in his gaze as he let his eyes roam over her. He smiled easily, a roguish grin that made her smile.

“Just a taste,” he cajoled. “I’ll stop whenever you say the word. Please.” What was it with these men? They acted like she was doing them some great favor by letting them pleasure her. This was a time out of time, not real life. She’d be a fool to turn him down. She nodded.

Sednar went down on one knee in front of her and lifted her skirt to her waist.

“Hold this.”

Cool air hit her skin as she hiked her skirt over her arms and held it out of the way.

She was naked from the waist down, which seemed more provocative than if she was totally naked. Sednar picked up the end of one of the thin braids and trailed the end over her thigh. His hair was soft and tickled, even as it aroused. She didn’t know whether to laugh or moan, so she did both.

Sednar gazed up at her and grinned. “Only the eldest brother has the braids.

There’s an advantage to that.” He went back to caressing her inner thigh, getting closer to her pussy with each stroke.

Roxanne filed that bit of information away in her brain along with everything else she’d discovered about this strange world. She’d ponder it all later. Right now, she was more concerned with Sednar’s teasing touch.

He flicked the end of the braid over her slick lips. The silky slide of hair over her clit made her moan.

“Spread your thighs for me,” Sednar coaxed.

Roxanne spread her thighs as wide as she could and still remain on the stair, reminding her that their position was precarious at best.

“Hmm.” Sednar leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her mound. “Hold your pussy lips open for me so I can see you better.” He stroked his finger over her thickened labia.

Roxanne gulped. Could she do this? She glanced down the stairs, but couldn’t see beyond the curve. They were alone, but that didn’t mean someone couldn’t come along at any second and see them. She’d never been an exhibitionist, but the added tension of possibly being caught sent her arousal soaring through the roof.

She licked her lips and did as he asked. Keeping the fabric of her skirt tucked behind her, she reached between her legs and spread the lips of her pussy apart, giving Sednar a perfect view of her.

Heat climbed up her cheeks even as she felt cream trickle out of her sheath.

“Beautiful,” he breathed. He leaned forward and licked her from anus to clit. He licked his lips. “Sweet and spicy.”

Roxanne watched, enthralled as Sednar bent his dark head and began to lap at her pussy. Tongue sliding, lips sucking, teeth nipping, he took her from hot to about to come in less than sixty seconds. He thrust two thick fingers into her sheath. Her hips jerked forward, wanting him deeper.

Her breasts swelled and she wished she could touch them. She could feel the tension welling within her and knew she was close. Her skin was damp, her breathing erratic. He captured her clit and sucked hard as he drove his fingers deep.

She cried out, body shaking as she came. The wall at her back and Sednar in front of her were the only things keeping her from falling. Her inner muscles spasmed. Sednar removed his fingers and she cried out. It was too soon. She felt empty, still needing more.

“Let me fuck you.” Sednar surged to his feet in front of her. He swooped down and captured her lips in a torrid kiss, employing tongue and lips in a way that sent heat soaring through her. He tore his mouth from hers. “Let me fuck you.”

She felt empty inside. Her orgasm hadn’t alleviated the tension thrumming within her. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t answer. She nodded.

Sednar wasted no time. He spun her around so she was facing the wall. She slapped her hands on the stone for balance. Her skirts were flipped above her waist, baring her ass and her pussy. He pulled her back slightly so she was bent forward, hands still flat on the wall.

She heard the swish of cloth and knew he was undoing his pants. Then she felt the brush of his cock head against her cleft. The heat of his shaft seared her flesh as he worked the head into her swollen sheath. Her legs were quivering, her entire body vibrating. He paused for a brief second. She heard him take a deep breath. His hands were hard on her sides, his fingers gripping her hips as he slammed forward.

Roxanne cried out, her inner muscles clutching at his cock as he withdrew and drove in again, this time going deeper. He fucked her in short, hard stabs that filled her to the edge of pain but never pushed her over.

He slid his hand under her tunic and found her breasts. He captured them, squeezing and molding them, flicking his thumbs over the sensitive tips. Roxanne could feel another orgasm about to explode.

The taste of Roxanne lingered on his lips and mouth. The scent of her arousal surrounded him. He’d never be able to forget it. Didn’t want to forget it.

Sednar buried his cock over and over in her hot, wet cunt, loving the way her inner muscles sucked him deeper, surrounding him in her damp heat. Her sheath rippled around him, gripping his hard length. Her breasts filled his hands, the soft, full mounds growing larger as he caressed them.

She moaned, the sound like a prayer, a promise in his brain. She’d come once. He’d tasted her essence as she’d found release with the touch of his fingers and mouth. He wanted her to come with his cock ramming into her.

He knew Radnor had taken her in the barn. Had seen the satisfied expression on his brother’s face and Roxanne’s flushed skin. She’d looked like a woman who’d been tumbled in the stable and enjoyed it. Jealousy had speared through him. He wanted what his brother had—a woman who belonged to him. Not any woman. Roxanne.

He’d learned so much about her in the hours they’d spent together. It only made him want her more. Now Sednar had all the warmth and generosity that was Roxanne in his arms. Like Radnor, he’d purposely chosen a public place to have her for the first time. He wanted her to risk being discovered. It not only heightened arousal, but proved to him just how much she wanted him.

Her soft whimpers were driving him mad. He pumped his cock into her cunt. She was tight and each time he squeezed into her hot channel was like entering her for the first time.

Time was running out. This was day two. The tapestry would appear in little more than a day. He desperately wanted Roxanne to stay. The thought of losing her was untenable. She belonged here, where he and Radnor could protect and care for her.

She didn’t belong in a world where a man wanted to hurt her. Sednar had seen too much of that in his lifetime and refused to allow Roxanne to be hurt further. But he might not have a choice. He almost roared at the obscene thought. She could choose to leave them. It was her right and he couldn’t stop her.

His job was to get her to want to stay.

His cock spasmed, jerking his attention back to Roxanne. He released one plump breast and let his hand slide down between her thighs. He found her clit and began to stroke.

Roxanne gave a sharp cry. Her cunt began to tighten around him as she came.

Sednar gave a muffled yell, driving his cock into her one more time. He came hard, filling her with his hot seed. Her tight channel milked him dry.

He slapped one hand against the wall to keep his balance. He was totally spent. A tiny sound made him jerk his head up. Radnor stood at the top of the stairs watching them, obviously aroused by what he’d just witnessed.

Sednar swallowed a low growl of displeasure and jerked his head, indicating that Radnor should leave. The last thing he wanted was for Roxanne to be embarrassed or upset.

Radnor inclined his head and faded back down the hall. Satisfied, he carefully withdrew from Roxanne, pulling her skirt down to cover her. She gave a low moan and shivered. He turned her and lifted her in his arms. She gave him a sleepy smile and closed her eyes.

Content in a way he’d never been before, he carried her the rest of the way up the stairs and into Radnor’s room, where she’d been staying. He wanted to take her to his room but knew she’d be more comfortable in familiar surroundings.

Radnor was standing in the shadows, staring into the empty hearth. His brother raised his head as he entered with his precious cargo. Sednar went straight to the bed and placed Roxanne in the center, tugging off her boots, before pulling a heavy fur over her. She snuggled down, not even opening her eyes.

Sednar went to the door and waited. Radnor walked silently to the bed and stared down at Roxanne. He turned on his heel and strode out of the room. Sednar closed the door carefully behind him.