de Lune, Clair - Fiona's Two Masters [Prometheus in Chains 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Clair de Lune

thought the party had been a success and “Hunt the Sub” very enjoyable. Fiona just knew she’d not had the last of the game or the devilish root.

Chapter Nineteen

    After dinner in Master Angus’s house the next day Jane and Fiona loaded the dishwasher and went to sit comfortably, sipping their coffee. Jane had a small glass of her favourite Pedro Ximénez, the men had Glenmorangie whisky and Fiona a small glass of Drambuie. They chatted a while, and it was plain from what they said and the wistful expressions on their faces when Scotland was mentioned that the twins wanted to return home as soon as they could, but wouldn’t go until after the wedding. Their business needed them. They had originally come south because they had business to conduct in Sheffield. Then they had learned of the wedding and decided to stay for that. They had loyal staff keeping on top of the work, but decisions only they could make were being done by e-mail or video conference. It was less than ideal.
    Fiona heard it all, and her heart sank. She knew that the time to part had come. She had known they would be going home, and they had made no secret of that fact, to give them their due. She had been so happy with them she’d got into the way of thinking she would be with them permanently. She was going to miss them, she had fallen in love with both of them, but they had never said they loved her, never said they wanted anything more permanent, so she had only herself to blame. Gordon was right. Nobody would want her with her ugly scars and less than savoury past with such a violent man. She fought back the tears. She would not let herself down and embarrass them. She could be brave. She’d had enough practice hiding her feelings with Gordon. Maybe that was it. Maybe they thought she had no feelings because she had managed to hide them so successfully.
    Master Alexander needed to talk to his uncle, so Jane went upstairs to wait until they had finished.
    “Shall we take a walk in the garden?” Master Ruari asked Fiona.
    “Yes. I think that would be delightful.”
    She did not think it would be delightful. She was sure he was going to say good-bye to her and let her down gently, away from the others. Nevertheless, she let him pull her to her feet, and they went out to stroll down to the stream, watching the clouds in the sky turn pink, then red and gold. They held hands as they strolled.
    “Are you happy, my little pet?”
    How could she say no? How could she tell him she was hurting inside? She didn’t want to spoil what was going to be their last time together. She wanted to store all the happy memories she could for when she did not have her men. She’d have to hear from Emma of their lives and their wives and families in the future. What torture that would be. “Yes, I am, Master,” she said. She lifted their joined hands to her lips and kissed his hand. She felt a frisson of arousal as her lips touched his skin, and he took her hand in both of his and kissed her palm, then licked and sucked each of her fingers into his mouth. Then he turned, tugging her along behind him. He climbed the steps and headed toward a recliner which he adjusted.
    Bending her over the back, he had her hold onto the seat and spread her legs. He freed her breasts and played with them. “Watch the sunset,” he said. There wasn’t much foreplay, but she didn’t mind that. She needed him to fuck her, hard and fast. She wanted to feel him inside her, maybe for the last time. He put on a condom, and then he lifted her skirt and parted the swollen and puffy folds of her pussy and entered her forcefully. Holding her by the hips, he pumped in and out of her. She loved this angle and the way his cock stimulated her G-spot. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as he pumped into her. She moaned, writhed and panted as she watched the sun sinking slowly in the west, as he had told her to. It was a beautiful, romantic moment.
    “Oh, yes, Master, more please.”
    She was