Cecilia's Claim (12 page)

He turned his horse and set off at a fast trot. The hooves of the
other horses echoed his own as he began to canter. The sooner they got to Moor
Sentinel House the better. There they could keep Cecy safe, and love her as she
deserved to be loved.

A movement to his left made him jump and check his horse. A sheep
got up out of the bracken and trotted away. His heartbeat returned to normal.
Caleb discovered he was more off kilter than he thought.

The moorcocks they disturbed didn't bother him as their wings
whirred and they took to flight. Nothing else stirred, which relieved him. It
meant there was no one else about.

The track veered south to avoid a bog before it came to a stream,
which his horse jumped with ease. On the other side was a small wood, and just
inside the tree line was a grassy plateau, well concealed from almost all
directions.

As Philippe and Cecy joined him, he dismounted. "We'll take
five minutes to rest the horses, and have a drink. The water is pure."

Cecy slipped off her mount before either of them reached her, and
led her horse to the stream. She looped the reins over a handy branch and
stretched her arms high above her head. The slim silhouette she made outlined
by the late afternoon sun made Caleb swallow hard. His mouth was dry and his
whole body tightened as his cock surged and pressed against the confines of his
breeches. He wanted her in the most basic way possible there and then. A swift
glance around showed him that Philippe had also dismounted and was leaning
against a tree trunk, his eyes flicking from Cecy to Caleb. He gave Caleb a
short nod.

"Stay like that, love. Don't move."

Cecy stopped moving. "Why, what's wrong?" Her eyes were
large and fearful.

"Nothing."
He hastened to reassure her,
and she sagged with relief.
"Except I have a need to
feel your mouth on my cock, and watch you enclose me in those velvet
depths."
He moved toward her and undid his breeches. "Kneel.
Keep your arms high." Cecy ran her tongue around her lips then gave an
infinitesimal nod.

Caleb walked behind her and held her arms in the position Philippe
requested. "Kneel
now,
I'll hold you so you won't
stumble."

Cecy dipped her head in agreement, and bent her knees. The sight
of her submitting so sweetly made Philippe's precum gather. If only everything
was so easy.

He held his prick to her mouth. As she wrapped her lips around the
head he heard Caleb's rumble of approval.

The slight tug as she pulled him in created a frisson of
excitement. The swirl of her lips over his sensitive flesh numbed his brain.
Then she grazed her teeth on his cock as she sucked and he fell apart.

Spots danced in front of his eyes. He blinked rapidly. Cecy's head
bobbed up and down as she laved him. Behind her, Caleb stood ever watchful. His
cheeks were flushed and he was breathing heavily.

"Let her arms loose, touch yourself. Come as I do."
Philippe said to Caleb, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I need to see
you."

Cecy shook her arms as Caleb released her. Without changing her
pressure on his cock she spoke around it. "Then let me see as well, please
Sirs."

Sirs
?
Even in his
euphoric state, Philippe understood the significance of that little word. The
vibrations from her words only added to his arousal as they touched his prick
and tingles shot into his bollocks.

"Now."
Philippe held onto his composure—and his seed
by sheer will power. "For god's sake fuck yourself
now."
Caleb moved to stand within the range of Cecy's vision
even as he undid his breeches. He took out his prick and stroked the thick
bulbous head. Drops of precum glistened at the tip and slip slowly down its
length. Caleb ran his fingers over the liquid and held one wet digit to
Philippe's lips. Philippe drew it in to his mouth and tasted the salt and spice
taste that was the very essence of aroused male.

The air around them was filled with the musky and earth essence
that was part of each man, mingled with the softer scents of a loving lady.
Those gentle perfumes swirled around Philippe and his body suffused with a red-hot
wave of passion. His cock swelled as Cecy, with perfect precision, tugged hard
on his tool and firmed her mouth.

Philippe spilled at the same time as Caleb's cock erupted and sent
a plume of essence over his hands and body. As Caleb sank to the ground next to
Cecy, she with a wink, milked Philippe until he was nigh on ready to beg for
mercy.

With one last gentle lave of her tongue, Cecy pulled back and
rested on her knees. She wiped her lips on the back of her hand.

"That, my lords, was one of the most superb sights I have
ever been privileged to witness. It was so good to see you both overcome with
emotion and fulfill yourselves." She paused, and her demeanor changed.
"And not a crop or candle in sight."

Chapter Twelve

Had she pushed too far? Cecy didn't know, and nothing could be
learned from either man's face as they tidied themselves. Her quim was
thrumming with the thrill of watching both her men achieve release. She only
wished she could enjoy her own spiraling excitement to climax but already Caleb
had gone to untie the horses.

"Cecy?"
Philippe's tone commanded her attention. She
looked up at him.

"Your turn will come soon. We want to take you and sate you
in so many ways. And to do that we need time. That is something we don't have,
so to experience you was a luxury and one I revere. It will remain in my memory
forever. If you chose to take us, I for one will be more than pleased."
His tone was even and the look in his eyes was fiery and passionate.
Somehow, although that seemed somewhat of a mild response.
Cecy had no doubt that if she agreed to his diktats his response would not be
so muted.

"Perhaps," she replied in a guarded tone. "Who
knows?
Ah what next?"
Philippe had frowned and
she hastened to distract him.

"We ride to Moor Sentinel House. And wait." He said no
more, and helped her into the saddle. "Then, well then, we discover what
we want, you want and if we have common ground."Put like that it sounded
ominous. Cecy decided not to delve further. As much as her cunt needed
servicing, her mind accepted it wasn't to be. She nibbled her lips. Philippe
had been somewhat quiet since their re-acquaintance. It didn't seem like him.
Was he disinterested or biding his time to put his demands to her once more?
From what little he'd let drop Cecy thought it was the later, and it
niggled
her. What constituted pain?
 
On their previous encounter, she had been
young, innocent, and naïve. Her virginity may have gone, but her innocence at
that point had not. She'd enjoyed her trysts with Philippe until he'd made one
demand too far and she metaphorically fled screaming. When Caleb had come on
the scene, she'd once more experienced pleasure, only to have it snatched from
her. To know the two men were in collusion had been a deep blow, and one she'd
decided she couldn't get over. Now she rather thought her ideas had changed.
But to what degree?
That remained to be seen.

Deep in thought she followed Caleb along yet another twisting path
through the trees, with Philippe hard on her heels. The horse's hooves were
muffled by the leaves underfoot. More had fallen here she noted than in nearer
the coast.

****

An hour later, the view as they exited the wood took her breath
away. Mile upon mile of rolling moorland as far as she could see, dotted with
the odd copse and an occasional farmhouse. Caleb pulled in his reins and halted
his horse, waiting until Cecy and Philippe did the same.

 
"We head down
there." He pointed to their left. Cecy looked in the direction he
indicated. She couldn't see any buildings.

"Where?"

"In a fold of the hills, 'tis but half an hour or so now.
Hold up, love,
you've done us proud. Soon we'll get food and a bath."

Cecy rolled her shoulders. "I desire both equally. Neither
can come too soon for me."

Caleb set off again. The horses, sensing a warm stable and a feed
were close, quickened their pace. Cecy let her mount do the work. Sally the
horse knew the track better than she ever would. Cecy was content to be a
passenger.

"Wait." Philippe spoke loud enough for both Cecy and
Caleb to hear him. His voice was harsh and urgent as he reigned in his horse.
"Over to the west." The others followed suit and looked in the
direction he indicated.

His tone swept fear through Cecy like a fire in a woodpile.
"What is it?"

"Into those bushes
now."
Caleb pointed to
some gorse and bracken as he wheeled his horse in the direction Philippe
indicated. "Don't dismount and remember what we said about riding away.
Wait for ten minutes and if we don’t come for you, just do as we said."

"But what is it?" Cecy asked as she went to do as she
was told. She didn't receive a reply. Both men were intent on staring at
something she couldn't see. With a sigh she urged her horse through the bushes.

What good the gorse bushes did in hiding her she had no idea, and
already the bracken was dying back. She soon found out. To her surprise, the
land dipped behind them, and created a shallow, hollow well below the line of
the path above. On the far side a tumble of rocks created a natural barrier,
except for one small gap, where she thought another path might lead to the
east. The horse picked its way delicately through the undergrowth until it
reached the bottom of the slope. Cecy loosened the reins and it cropped the
grass.

The only sound Cecy could here was birdsong. She could almost imagine
she was alone. As the time passed she began to worry. Had ten minutes passed?
Her timepiece was on her nightstand back in the house in the village, where
she'd put it the night before. The sun had disappeared behind a cloud, and
there was no way of knowing just how long she'd been waiting. Cecy started to
count under her breath. If she got to ten times sixty then surely the ten
minutes would be well up? Then she reckoned her worries would rear up and bite
her.

She didn't make four and sixty before a low whistle alerted her
and she looked up. Caleb was walking out of the undergrowth.

"Philippe?" she asked urgently. "He is safe?"

"Oh love," Caleb reached her and ran his hand down her
arm. To her, the gentle touch showed more love than any words could. "He's
fine. He saw a hound, and in his business shall we say
,
dogs are used to convey messages. It carried a message for him."

"It did? How clever. What did it say?"

"Nothing for you to worry about."
Philippe had
joined them without her noticing. "I will need to go to the village
tomorrow."

"Will you see Randall?" Cecy asked him. She chose to
ignore the somewhat dismissive first part of his statement. Cecy knew when to
cut her losses. "Does he know where I will be?"

"Yes and yes. And let's move." Philippe sounded
irritable as he turned and went back the way he'd come. With a wry smile Caleb
followed him. Cecy was certain there was something going on that her men had
decided she shouldn't know. She accepted they would tell her, if they wanted
to, in their own good time. Cecy was a firm believer in not wasting energy on
things she could do nothing about. She urged her horse back up the slope and
took her place in line.

The rest of the journey was completed without incident. As they
cantered along, the moor opened up, and Cecy could see the difference in the
landscape clearly. The ground was scrubby and less rich, the sheep hardy, and
in the distance wild ponies cantered away, started by the red grouse that flew
up out of the bushes. It looked wild, mysterious and beautiful.

"There's the house." Caleb pointed to a long, low grey
building, surrounded by trees. It blended into the scenery so well they were
almost upon it before it became noticeable. He led them into a small courtyard,
and toward a stable block.

"No servants, although Whiddock and Mrs. Whiddock will be
here on the morrow.
They're loyal and discrete. The people of the moor know when to
watch the wall." He must have seen Cecy's blank expression. "Turn a
blind eye, keep their mouths shut. We say watch the wall."

She nodded, it made sense.

"Philippe will take you inside, and begin to heat the water,
whilst I attend to the horses. Go on." He lifted Cecy down from the
saddle. She was so stiff she would have fallen if he hadn't held her tight.
Philippe solved the dilemma of her tired brain trying to fathom out how to put
one foot in front of the other by carrying her in his arms and walking briskly
toward the house.

"How are you not tired?" she mumbled as she put her
hands around his neck for support. "I could sleep for a week." Cecy
closed her eyes and let his footsteps lull her into slumber. His heartbeat
under her cheek was soothing, and she felt comfortable and safe. Surely a few
minutes wouldn't matter? Her nap didn't last more than a few seconds. Philippe
shook her as her eyelids closed. "You can't go to sleep yet, love. Not
like this."