Page 14 of A Royally Fake French Menage (Rippton U Creatives #3)

BARCLAY

I woke the next morning in a perfect Genie and Jacques sandwich.

“This isn’t the worst way to find out that the sun is just rising,” I murmured, kissing her deeply then leaned back to offer him my mouth.

Jacques brushed his mouth over mine, kissing me slow and deep, reaching past me to bring Genie closer. “Don’t forget your female,” he whispered huskily.

“I like him. A lot,” Genie murmured in my ear, meeting his eyes over my shoulder. He drew his fingers across her breast, caressing the soft mound to draw a moan from her, then tweaked her nipple until she giggled and batted him away.

His chest rumbled against my back as his hand dropped to the curve of my ass. He fingered my hole gently as I groaned. “Are you sore?”

“A lot,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut between gasps of pleasure lanced with pain until I couldn’t distinguish between them. “It’s been a long time since you railed me like that.”

“So hot.” Genie leaned away a little and fanned herself. “This has been the best sex I’ve had hands down, but I'm not sure I can go round two right now.”

“Me either,” I said regretfully, gathering her in my arms and rolled onto my back.

Jacques leaned over both of us, kissing me, then dropping his mouth to claim Genie’s in a deep kiss. “Thank you, American girl,” he murmured tenderly as he rubbed his cock between my legs.

My heart and cock thrummed at his tone, taking pleasure in seeing my lovers enjoy each other.

“I wouldn’t have missed it. And remember…” She tweaked his nose. “ Je suis Francais.”

He laughed low in his throat. “I should have known.” A sadness thrummed through him to me. “You leave today. It’s been…fun.” He shrugged at the lack of romantic expressionism, and drew us all into a bear hug, burying his face in my shoulder still tender from his love bites from last night.

I swallowed hard, glancing between them. “I love you,” I said softly, catching Jacques's eye. “You fucking well know I do,” I added when he stared at me, unblinking.

“Yes but you know…” He waved his hand over me. “You’re a marquis and I’m just a?—”

“Bloody good fuck, a fun date and someone I want with me always.” I smiled and drew his head down for a kiss. “And Genie. It was meant to be pretend, all of it. But somewhere along the line?—”

“Don’t you dare,” she whispered, her eyes shimmering. “Don’t, Barclay. Because if you do, it makes it real. And this, this? It’s a fairytale.”

“It’s our fairytale.” Jacques surprised me by speaking up. “And for a French American girl, you fuck very well,” he murmured. “But you also look after our lord, and that means everything.”

She stared at him, then back at me. “So, we’re doing this?” she asked in a quiet, stunned voice.

I smiled, tugging her up my chest and bending an arm around her. “Yeah, Genie. We’re doing this. Come back with us.” I looked up at Jacques.

He stared back and slowly shook his head. “No?”

“You can’t say that,” Genie whispered, looking scandalized. “If he asks, you say yes, Jacques!”

He laughed softly. “Your stepmother is still here. I heard the car leave earlier, but I think that was the driver…what do you say? ‘Abandoning ship’? Who will organize the household, and curb a mutiny in your absence? Who will wait for you until you return?”

I swallowed hard. “I wasn’t?—”

“You weren’t planning on coming back, my lord?” he asked, tipping my chin back and hovering his mouth over mine.

“No,” I said, my mouth dry.

His kiss was soft, sweet, then deep and demanding.

“Then, sir, I will give you a reason to come back, and a reason to stay. You too, Genie,” he added, curling a finger in her hair. “We will not be complete without you.”

I watched his eyes carefully and was blown away at what I saw there. “You love her too.”

He froze, then, his eyes still locked on her, gave a slight, jerky nod. “I’m starting to see why you do.”

“No,” she whispered. “That's not possible.” She blinked. “Wait, you said–”

“I did. Now hush for a little while, Genie. I want to remember this morning, and I don't want to waste a second of it with either of you.”

She snuggled into my side. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re American.”

Genie shifted and then suddenly she straddled me, shaking out her mane along her back and wiggling those beautiful breasts. “Then I’ll show you all the ways an American French girl can play.”

I laughed outright as Jacques made a disparaging noise, reaching out to graze his hands reverently over her body.

It was the same way he touched me. Despite the distances between time and place I knew then we would be okay and that somehow, some way, we would make what started out as a fake French castle date cum chateau land work.

Because I wasn’t letting either of them go. The best part was that I knew neither of them would run from me either. Something in me calmed and for the first time in many years my father’s estate once again felt like a home.

And yet, it wasn’t.

I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts drift as Genie sank her perfect body over mine, riding me slowly in the morning light.

I filled her pretty little pussy even as my cock ached with overuse and abuse.

When my balls tingled, I gripped her hips, pulling her down sharply, prepared to fill her, but my thrust didn’t go anywhere.

Instead, Jacques’s long fingers encircled the base of my dick, his other hand pulling firmly on my balls. The tingle retracted leaving me with a ruined, partial orgasm, a hard cock still inside Genie’s hot pussy, and horny as all fuck.

“What the hell was that,” I gasped as he glared at me.

“Get your hands above your head,” he hissed. One hand tightened on my balls when I didn’t immediately comply. “Or I’ll make sure I hold on for a while longer.”

I gritted my teeth as his hand closed on my balls like a vice. “Yes, Sir,” I murmured my appreciation for his craft, keeping the wince off my face and spread my legs submissively. “Is there another way we can serve you?”

He smiled, his face more than a little feral at the role reversal while Genie rocked above me, ignoring our little domestic.

“You’re going to provide our little Madame here with a perfect platform to come on until she’s sated, and you’re going to finish the thought you had before.

The one you didn’t voice,” he warned me, leaning on one side.

His gaze switched between the two of us as he massaged my balls lightly and squeezed the base of my cock.

I wasn’t sure if I had rushing fluids, or no fluids at all.

“Fuck,” I managed as Genie rode me slowly. Her body arched and fell, curved thighs trembling as she found the pace that worked for herself. Her fingers dropped between her legs, her head hanging back as she stroked her clit.

Jacques growled low in his throat, leaning forward and spat. She jerked at the intrusion that brought her out of her daydream state and screamed softly when his tongue lashed her clit. He circled her bud as I watched, felt her walls quivering around my granite length.

A hot flush slicked over me as she came. Her hands drifted to trace over her nipples, light touches that left the peaks stiff as Jacques drew back. His mouth was glossy with her cum as he leaned down and licked my lips.

“Leave it,” he warned, and my cock jumped inside her to the music of her moans. “Smell like her. Wear her cum. I’ll fucking paint you in her scent until you tell me what I need to know.”

No honorifics this time. I was pretty sure he knew what I had in mind. He just needed me to voice it.

“Fuck me sweetly, Genie. That’s it, my love,” I murmured, leaning back like I had all the time in the world.

Genie nodded happily, fucking my cock with her glistening cunt while my man strangled my balls and threatened their very existence.

He squeezed tighter and I moaned, opening my mouth beneath his, though I knew he wouldn’t kiss me. Not with her on my lips, and not because he didn't want to taste her. But because he wanted to torture me with what he wouldn’t give me today.

“I want to renounce the title. The house and land can go to someone else. I don’t know which cousin it is.

Barrogenet will know. He’s been my father’s avocat for many years.

” I used the French term that rolled silkily off my tongue, trying to concentrate through Jacques’s brand of pain.

“If there’s anything that man doesn't know about his family, I’ll be shocked.

Monique can leave. I don’t care. But also that way the accounts, the house and land…

it will flourish under someone else.” I shrugged.

I had more than enough to provide for myself, genie…

Jacques, if he wanted it. To come with me. My heart leapt at the concept.

“Or not.” Jacques murmured, watching me carefully. His grip loosened slightly.

I nodded, letting out the breath I’d been holding and not because of how he touched me or how she fucked over us to her own music. “Or not.”

That was my main concern. That the staff I’d brought back on would be lost. Left. Abandoned, as I had left them before. Because he was right, again. When I left this time I wasn’t coming back. There was no chance at all.

The house and the land…I’d been out of place here since the day I was born. Tried to fit in. failed. Tried to find friends. Family. Love.

Failed at all of those.

At least, I thought I had. It’s why I walked away in the first place. Now, I wondered if I hadn’t been wrong after all.

“I’m sorry I stayed away for so long,” I whispered, stroking Jacques’s cheek. His face shimmered as he brushed the wetness from my cheeks.

“It took you long enough.” His kiss melded Genie’s taste that mixed with his own across my lips.

Light fingers squeezed my balls. “Are you sure, Barclay? This cannot be undone. Any of it.” His next kiss stunned me to silence, filled with the sort of sweet tenderness that didn't come from sex or lust or loss.

But real love.

From the heart.

“Yes,” I gasped, nestling closer to his side. “I’m sure. I want to let go of this place. Come back with me. Come back to the US. But first,” I forestalled his argument. “You have to remember, this isn't my only other home. ”

Recognition flashed across his overcast gaze. “What did you have in mind?”

“I need to go to England.”

“I have to attend a gala.” Genie grimaced and gasped, leaning forward to scrape her nails across my chest. “Tonight. Fuck, I forgot. In Lon- London.” Her breath hitched. “I booked tickets.”

I shrugged, pretending her fluttering pussy didn’t nearly end my world right then and there. “Unbook them. I have a plane.”

She nodded, already fading out of the conversation as her hips rolled and her rhythm resumed.

Jacques watched me. “You understand this is real, Barclay. It can’t be undone.”

I clasped Genie’s luscious as fuck thighs, and nestled deeper into the mattress. “Don’t let go of my balls for a bit? I want to watch her come a while longer.”

“It’ll ache like fuck afterward,” he warned me, his brow dipped, and I knew this conversation wasn’t over just yet.

Genie stared down at us, rolling her hips as she panted softly. Heat surrounded my cock as she came beautifully for me on demand, her cum sliding around my cock and Jacques’s hand to glaze my balls.

Maybe I could beg him to lick them clean. After.

“Yeah, but it’ll be worth it.”