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  Their Perfect Gift

  First Time Historical MFM

  Viola Vera & Chera Zade

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  Copyright © 2019, Viola Vera

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  This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.

  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 years of age or over. All sexual activity within this work are performed by fictional, unrelated, and consenting adults 18 years of age or over.

  Cover designed by Kasmit Covers.

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  Description

  Lords Carson and Rhett are my guardians. My protectors.

  For Christmas, these two wealthy noblemen want something worth more than gold.

  Even if it’s sinful and forbidden, they’ll take what they desire.

  Their perfect gift.

  Me.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Tasty Teaser

  Their Perfect Gift

  Tasty Teaser

  “It would not be proper. People will make assumptions.”

  Rhett’s eyes are darker than usual. He lays a hand on my knee. Every bit of me is suddenly focused on his touch. All that tension I felt from Carson’s touch returns even stronger.

  “Tell us, my love,” he says, his voice soft. “What sort of assumptions will they make?”

  My lips work to form the appropriate words while my thoughts are preoccupied with his hand’s presence on my leg.

  “Indecent assumptions,” I say as heat spreads up my neck to my face. “They will believe we are… that I am more than just your ward.”

  “But you are more than that to us, Emma,” Carson says. He uses the back of his hand to caress my arm. “Much more.”

  His words and his touch sends a prickle down my spine. I press my thighs together as sinful heat stirs awake between my legs. My body grows warm, my heart thudding in my chest. Carson and Rhett have never taken such liberties with me before. It is improper for them to be so forward with their caresses. I should object to it but I don’t. Shamefully, I like it.

  Their Perfect Gift

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  Blessed warmth welcomes us when Carson, Rhett and I return home from our walk.

  With shivering limbs, we hurry to the sitting room. Rhett pokes at the fire and a lovely waft of heat stirs about the room. While I sink into the armchair, Carson and Rhett sit across from me in the sofa.

  We share an amiable silence as the chill leaves our bodies. I stare into the fire, watching the flames dance over the wood. Then my gaze wanders about the room.

  The freshly cut evergreen sits in the corner, decorated in silver tinsel, blue beads and bluish-silver baubles. It was my choice to deviate from the usual green, gold and red this year for Christmas. Everyone who has seen our tree thus far has marvelled at it and said it is a beautiful arrangement.

  “The carollers will do well to remain indoors,” Carson says, finally breaking the quiet. “This weather will turn them into blocks of ice.”

  I smile. “You say so every year, my lord. And every year, their tenacity surprises you.”

  “Don’t be fooled, Emma,” Rhett says, an amused twinkle in his eyes. “He does not wish the carollers to stay indoors out of concern for their health. He is a grouch who hates to be entertained with their songs.”

  “The singing does not bother me.” Carson grimaces. “Unless they are a terrible bunch who put cats in heat to shame. What annoys me is that I have to stand there and smile for the duration of the song.”

  “It is awkward when they stare,” I say in agreement. “I feel as though my gaze is being held hostage. I am afraid if I look away, they will assume I don’t appreciate their efforts.”

  “Well, I have a solution for the both of you,” says Rhett with a grin. “Sing along with them.”

  I laugh. “And I suppose you enjoy the carollers’ visits, my lord?”

  Rhett nods. “I do. I love every part of Christmas. It truly is a magical season.” Then he leans forward and smiles. “After all, you came into our lives on Christmas Day many years ago.”

  “That is true,” Carson says, smiling as well. “Every year, your presence in our lives continues to be the perfect Christmas gift.”

  Several years ago, I first met Lord Carson and Lord Rhett when they discovered me sleeping on their doorstep. My mother had abandoned me there in the cold dark of night, never to be seen or heard from again.

  They have been best friends since babes and are like brothers to each other. They share everything. Instead of depositing me at the orphanage, the two men kept me and shared the responsibility as my guardians.

  They have provided for me, never mistreated me, and have given me a life I never would have known. If it weren’t for them, I don’t know where I would be today or if I would even be alive.

  Warmth floods my cheeks and tears of gratitude prick the backs of my eyes.

  “I am forever grateful you brought me into your lives,” I say softly. “The magnitude of your generosity…” I shake my head. “I will never be able to repay it. I owe you my life.”

  “You owe us nothing,” Carson says.

  “As a matter of fact, we owe you presents,” Rhett says. He pats the space between him and Carson. “Come. Join us.”

  Slowly, I rise from my chair. As soon as I sit between them, nervous flutters alight in my stomach. I’m hyperaware of their closeness and their stare.

  They’re both handsome men in their own right. Carson has dark-hair and brown eyes and Rhett has light brown hair and blue eyes. They’re both tall although Rhett is the taller of the two.

  My closest friend, Lydia, frequently reminds me of my “extreme good fortune”. I live with two wealthy handsome unmarried noblemen. I have the perfect opportunity to snag one of them as my husband. Sometimes she’ll whisper something even naughtier.

  That I can have both of them.

  When I replied to Lydia that marriage can only occur between two people and not three, she gave me a dirty smile and said, “I didn’t say marry the two of them, I said you can have the both of them.” Then she whispered. “In your bed.”

  Carson and Rhett are my guardians and I am their ward. To even entertain a relationship beyond that is obscene. And yet… I can’t help myself. Late at night, I do have illicit fantasies of Carson and Rhett. Forbidden tingles always pulse between my legs when I imagine myself between them, totally bared to their gazes and touch. Their whispers in my ear, their lips on my skin, their possessive hands grasping at me with desperate need.

  I blame Lydia. It’s because of her naughty insinuations why I have these sinful fantasies. I am only a girl of nineteen years and I am unwed. It is entirely unbecoming.

  “Emma,” Carson says and his voice yanks me out of my wayward thoughts.

  “Yes?”

  He peers at me. “Are you unwell? Your colour is high.”

  I press my cool fingers to my warm cheeks. “I am fine, my lord.”

  His gaze lingers on me for a moment before he speaks.

  “We have three special gifts for you tonight, little one,” he says. “Here is the first.”

  He hands me a slim rectangular box made of dark wood. I open the box and peel aside the thin cushioning paper. Nestled inside is a silver chain necklace with a pendant made of topaz ringed by diamonds. The topaz and diamonds sparkle and
gleam from the lamplight, dazzling to behold.

  “Oh, it’s beautiful,” I say softly.

  Rhett smiles. “It’s as exquisite as its new owner. Do you like it?”

  I nod quickly as I trace my finger over the diamonds.

  “I adore it.”

  “The topaz is your birthstone and the diamonds signify a promise,” Carson says.

  “A promise of what, my lord?”

  “That we belong to you,” Rhett says. Then he leans closer and lowers his voice. “And you belong to us.”

  His voice, his meaningful stare, and his sudden nearness whips my heart into a race and makes my stomach quiver. His words has a certain intimacy to them that goes beyond what we all are to each other. They sound like words lovers say to each other. I belong to you and you belong to me. That can’t be what they mean?

  My lips part as I prepare to ask for clarification when Carson takes the box from me.

  “Turn your back to me.”

  My back turned to Carson, I face Rhett. He smiles at me and for some reason it makes me blush and drop my gaze. My body is tense, and I’m more aware than ever that I am alone between these two men. All the servants are gone, enjoying their deserved day-off for Christmas. Even if they are my guardians being alone with them like this feels improper.

  Carson slides the chain around my neck. I lift my blond curls out of the way so he can clasp the necklace. His fingers graze the back of my neck and I still. It’s only an innocent touch, I tell myself. But then he gently trails his finger from my neck down the exposed section of my back. He stops at the edge of my dress.

  His forward touch makes me gasp in surprise. “My lord—”

  “Here is your second gift,” Rhett says. I am distracted when he thrusts a folded section of paper toward me.

  I take the paper, still unnerved by Carson’s touch. Carson is silent but his presence behind me feels so much more magnified. My fingers tremble as I unfold the paper and read the text written on it. My eyes widen in delight. Excitement replaces the tension in my body.

  “A month’s stay in Paris!”

  Rhett nods. “We leave in the next two weeks.”

  “Oh, thank you,” I breathe out in amazed happiness. “This is marvellous. I have always wanted to see Paris. I…” The rest of my words die away as I reread the text. That can’t be right. It must be a mistake. I point at the error and meet Rhett’s gaze. “It says here that we are all to share the same room.”

  “That is correct,” Rhett says.

  I shift in my seat and look between the two of them.

  “It would not be proper. People will make assumptions.”

  Rhett’s eyes are darker than usual. He lays a hand on my knee. Every bit of me is suddenly focused on his touch. All that tension I felt from Carson’s touch returns even stronger.

  “Tell us, my love,” he says, his voice soft. “What sort of assumptions will they make?”

  My lips work to form the appropriate words while my thoughts are preoccupied with his hand’s presence on my leg.

  “Indecent assumptions,” I say as heat spreads up my neck to my face. “They will believe we are… that I am more than just your ward.”

  “But you are more than that to us, Emma,” Carson says. He uses the back of his hand to caress my arm. “Much more.”

  His words and his touch sends a prickle down my spine. I press my thighs together as sinful heat stirs awake between my legs. My body grows warm, my heart thudding in my chest. Carson and Rhett have never taken such liberties with me before. It is improper for them to be so forward with their caresses. I should object to it but I don’t. Shamefully, I like it.

  “Have you ever played Blind Man’s Buff?” Rhett asks.

  I shake my head. “How is it played?”

  He reaches for his cravat and unwinds it from his neck. He holds out the silken wine red material in both hands.

  “One player must be blinded. This player’s aim is to reach for the other players without seeing them. Of course, the aim of the other players is to avoid the blind man.”

  I smile. “That sounds engaging.”

  “It is. Would you like to play?”

  “Yes, I would.”

  Rhett stands and holds out his hand. I take it and he pulls me to my feet. He holds up the cravat.

  “I am going to blindfold you with this.”

  I nod and he moves behind me. My heart thuds a rapid heavy beat as Rhett wraps the cravat around my eyes and ties it at the back of my head.

  He steps away when he’s done. I am totally blinded from everything. My self-awareness increases tenfold and I’m startled when Rhett grasps my hand.

  “Come with us,” he says, pulling me with him. I follow with small, uncertain footsteps.

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “To your bedroom,” Carson says behind me.

  The only sound between us are our footfalls out of the sitting room then up the stairs. A mix of trepidation and anticipation builds inside me. So many questions swirl in my head but the loudest of all is: why do they need to play this game in my bedroom?

  Eventually, a door creaks open and then shuts. Rhett releases my hand and all is quiet.

  “What happens next, my lords?” I ask, turning my head left and right as I try to pinpoint where they are. “Am I to start?”

  “We will play a variation of the game,” Carson says from my right. “Instead of reaching for us, we will come to you. And then you will guess which of us is close to you.”

  Nervous, I smile and nod then remain still. The time ticks by in silence. I start to wonder if they will play when a gentle touch grazes the backs of my fingers.

  “Carson?” I say in a shaky voice.

  “Yes,” he says, a smile in his voice.

  Another caress sweeps up my left arm. I ignore the pleasurable tingle left in the wake of the touch in favour of concentrating on the game.

  “Rhett?” I say softly.

  “No, that was Carson again,” comes Rhett’s voice from behind me. He draws close, his hands gripping my upper arms. He speaks softly against my ear. “Here I am, little one.”

  And he presses a gentle kiss to my neck where my pulse is ticking rapidly. I shiver as the warmth between my legs returns. My nipples become firm points against my chemise. I let out a gasp, stunned by his kiss and my body’s reaction to it.

  “And here I am,” Carson says, his lips ghosting over mine. “Your third gift, my love, is us.”

  He increases our impropriety by kissing me fully on the lips.

  Perhaps I am dreaming because this is all too surprising for it to be real. Lord Carson’s lips are on mine. His hands are cupping my face as he kisses me. Lord Rhett is behind me too, his lips pressing gentle kisses along my neck and shoulders. I should fight this. Resist. Protest for the sake of decency. But when Carson deepens the kiss and slides his tongue against mine, I return his hungry kiss with shameful eagerness.

  Rhett presses his front against my back as he glides his hands up and down my arms. He moves them to my hips before his hands travel up my waist. I whimper into Carson’s mouth when Rhett cups my breasts and squeezes them. He makes a satisfied sound that rumbles through me as he fondles my flesh in his big hands.

  Carson breaks our kiss and pulls at my dress. Rhett assists him. With greedy hands, they strip away my dress, chemise and drawers from my body. Soon, I’m naked. Only the necklace around my neck and the blindfold around my eyes remains.

  Immense heat sweeps through me. I press my thighs together and shield my bare breasts. I’m shaking. This is my first time totally bared to a man. Two men. My guardians. Men who are never to see me naked.

  “You are stunning, Emma,” Carson says. I can’t see his face but I hear the desire in his low voice and feel his appreciation in his gentle caress down my arms.

  “My lords,” I say in a quavering voice. “If anyone were to find out...”

  “We don’t care what anyone else thinks,” Rhett says, p
ressing a kiss to my shoulder.

  “We want you,” Carson says. “Do you want us?”

  I lick my lips, my heart racing. Slowly, I drop my hands and let the truth leave my lips.

  “Yes, I do.”

  Carson dips his head and drags his lips over my chest and tops of my breasts. I cry out when his hot mouth covers my nipple and sucks on it greedily. His ardent tongue flicks and laps at the sensitive point, each lick makes the shameful sensations between my legs grow even stronger.

  He alternates between my breasts, sucking on one and squeezing the other, his finger rolling and pinching my nipples. Rhett sweeps his hand down my stomach and pushes it between my legs. His fingers slide back and forth along my slickness, then he parts me and rubs my sensitive nub.

  The first touch makes me shudder in delight. I moan and squirm between the two men, overwhelmed by their pleasurable attentions. I have touched myself out of naughty curiosity but my two guardians’ touch feels infinitely better.

  Carson slides his tongue between my breasts, then down my stomach as he sinks to his knees. He pries my legs apart and Rhett takes the opportunity to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples.

  “Absolutely perfect,” Rhett says as he caresses my flesh.

  Carson’s warm breath gusts over me. With the blindfold on, every sensation is amplified. I tense in anticipation of what’s to come. Still, it’s a sweet surprise when Carson’s warm, wet tongue laps at my core with a long, slow lick.

  “Oh!” I gasp, lifting up on the tips of my toes. I sink my fingers into his hair, my lips wide open in shock as he continues to taste me. My thighs tremble. I’ve never felt anything as amazing as this.

  He groans in pleasure. “You taste wonderful.”

  His mouth makes vulgar sounds as he feasts on me, his tongue lapping and licking over my sensitive nub. I squirm and whimper, my hips moving on their own as I grind down on Carson’s tongue. Rhett continues to play with my breasts, his mouth on my neck as he tweaks my nipples.