Wickedly Wanton: A Ménage Regency Tale Read Free

implications of what had happened by the stream. Oh, she wanted more. Despite her initial reserve, she desperately wanted more.
    Lord Severn had also returned to the picnic, and now stood talking to her father. She caught his eye, watched a slight knowing smile cross his lips. And remembered how they felt against her own. She licked her lips, could swear she could still taste him, and felt another flood of moisture. Knowing her face flamed with embarrassment, she turned to Faith.
    “I'm going inside,” she whispered, averting her eyes from everyone.
    Faith continued to smile, and Sabine wanted to smack it off her face but couldn't bring herself to do so. It would only bring more attention to her, and she wanted to hide as it was.
    Without another word, she entered the house, ignoring everyone around her, and headed for her bedroom. Just before she reached it, another flood of voices drifted to her, and she hid in an alcove.
    Mortified, she dropped her dress and buried her face in her hands, and resisted when Faith tugged her elbow. “Come!” she snapped, that ridiculous smile still shining on her face. “We're almost there.”
    Her room was deserted, and Sabine carefully sat on the edge of the bed. She could hear the party outside, despite the location of her rooms.
    “What we did was shocking!” Her voice shook; she shook but couldn't seem to stop. “What we allowed Lord Severn to do to us…” She trailed off, still aroused but wholly ashamed of her behavior.
    Faith moved to the basin and dipped the cloth into the bowl of water. She wrung it out and crossed the room again, seemingly unconcerned with what happened in the wood. Sabine studied her carefully and saw the faint blush still staining her cheeks. Not of embarrassment, but of desire. Her eyes were glassy, as well, and her chest still heaved slightly.
    “Shocking?” Faith asked as she stood before her. “What do we know of shocking? We've always been excluded from those conversations.”
    She knelt before Sabine and tenderly lifted her dress. Frozen on the bed at this knowledge of a side of her friend she never imagined, Sabine allowed Faith to see her, all of her. Her hand was gentle as she slowly glided the cloth over her leg, her knee.
    “Besides, Sabine,” she whispered, glancing up at her with a coy smile, “it was fun.” The cloth moved along her inner thigh with a touch so light Sabine shivered. “Didn't you enjoy the way he touched you? The way he had us touch each other?”
    Shaking her head, heart pounding in her veins, flushed from Faith's touch, she could only stare at her friend. “Yes,” she whispered, scandalized to discover she'd moved her legs slightly apart and that Faith's hand inched closer to her most private area. More, that she wanted Faith to touch her. Wanted to feel those sensations again as they flowed through her, feel Faith's fingers within her.
    “I enjoyed it,” she slowly admitted, eyes averted. “But I'm not sure I should have.”
    “You shouldn't be embarrassed, Sabine,” Faith whispered, fingers just brushing her. Sabine fought against the almost overwhelming need to beg Faith to touch her again. “It's private between you, me, and Lord Severn.”
    “How do we know we can trust him?” she demanded, pleased her voice sounded so steady when her body did not. “He came upon us by the stream; we've never met him before today! No introduction at all.”
    She stood and walked away from her friend, letting her dress fall back into place. Still unsteady, her knees threatened to buckle and her stomach clenched with a need she couldn't describe.
    “A true gentleman coming upon us in the stream,” Sabine insisted, “would have never made his presence known. He would have averted his eyes and known that what happened between us was naught but girlish games.”
    “He showed us it could be more than mere games,” Faith said, but remained kneeling. Sabine was oddly attracted to that pose in a way she wouldn't have