Chapter 9

Katherine’s breath caught. He’d brought her next to his chest and within inches of his mouth. Heat unexpectedly pooled between her legs. She moved her hand behind his head, to his neck and pressed her lips to his. They were surprisingly warm.

“Mmm.” Gregory slipped his tongue inside her mouth, meeting hers.

She broke the kiss and, careful not to injure him, crawled in next to him and lay down. She rested her head on his chest.

“I am very glad you were not badly injured.” She toyed with the light blond hair of his chest. “Would it be terrible of me to admit I am still anxious for Edward’s surprise?”

Laughter rumbled his chest. “Mayhap, but I too look forward to it.” He snatched her snood off and ran his fingers through her hair.

Biting her lip and closing her eyes, she inched her hand down his abdomen and under the furs. He inhaled sharply.

“Did I hurt you?” She tilted her head up to look at him. She stopped her hand just inches away from his cock.

“Nay. Katherine, are you certain you know what you are doing? We did speak of waiting for Edward.”

She closed her eyes again. “I know you are right. But I cannot seem to stop myself from exploring.”

His body shook. “Far be it from me to prevent exploration.”

Her fingers fanned down, barely brushing the hair above his obviously erect cock. She ran her index finger along the shaft. She paused as she thought of his injuries.

“You have a head injury.” She buried her face in his chest. “I should not.”

“‘Tis not so bad.” His hand came down to cover hers. He urged her to close her hand around him.

Katherine stroked up and down his length. He was a little thicker than Edward, but not as long. Her thumb brushed the tip, rubbing in the fluid leaking there. She swirled her finger around the head with featherlike touches. She tilted her chin up so she could watch his face while she played with him. His face flushed with excitement.

She’d always loved exciting a man, since the first time she’d touched her first husband and their lover. Men were very expressive. Her hand moved to his sac, squeezing gently.

“God’s teeth,” Gregory moaned, raising his hips just a little.

Katherine smiled. She could not help it. She ought to be ashamed, she supposed, for her love of pleasuring men. She had a sister who had entered a convent and an uncle who was a priest. She came from a pious family who would be appalled at her antics, for certain.

She went back to his shaft, closing her fist around it and stroking up and down, quicker and a little harder. Her nipples tightened against her under dress and wetness pooled between her legs. His little growls were making her even hotter. She wanted to push up her kirtle and straddle him, pushing herself down on his cock. Soon, she hoped she would, but for now she would content herself with touching him, bringing him to release.

Later, Katherine intended to have both Gregory and Edward. Loving both of them, having them love her, and each other. The anticipation of the three of them sharing their bed made her ache with a need she’d not felt even with her first husband and their shared lover.

She watched Gregory, his breathing came in short, hoarse puffs. He was very close to releasing. She clenched her legs together tight, surprised to feel her own orgasm near.

“Katherine,” he gasped, stiffening, his cock shooting fluid all over her hand and the bed covering. She joined him as her body shook with her own pleasure.

Resting her head on his chest, Katherine drew circles on his still quivering thighs. She placed a kiss on his bare skin.

“I did not harm you?”

“Nay, ‘tis no greater pain than before,” Gregory said softly.

“You are amazing, sir.”

“‘Twas you.”

Katherine rose and smiled down at him. “I should let you rest now. For I hope later when the tournament has ended, and my lord returns, that we may all be very well acquainted.”

He chuckled. “I hope so, too. I wonder if Edward knows what an extraordinary find he has in you.”

“He shall soon learn if he does not.” Just a hint of doubt entered Katherine’s mind. What if Edward did not want the three of them to be together? She would, of course, do as Edward wished. She leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Until later.” 4

Though Edward had enjoyed the tournament well enough, he would have preferred seeing that Gregory had not been too injured. Katherine had assured him he was not. In fact, he had already seen her since he arrived back at the castle, and she had once again sought to allay his fears.