Expect the unexpected, Miss Rose had told her when she'd first arrived at Ingram Hall. Thea looked out over the beautiful rolling acreage behind the Hall. From her vantage point she had full access to the sumptuous vistas of the Hall's grounds. Thea smiled and tipped her face up to meet the kiss of the noonday sun. The weather had held and the warmth of the day seeped easily through her wispy garment and warmed her skin.

Her thoughts turned to Jordan. Miss Rose's male employees were handsome and alluring, Thea could not deny it, but the marquis of Ashton had managed to steel her heart. The men she'd met before or since paled in comparison.

Jordan Dunn had a special magnetism that drew her to him. Love at first sight . . . chemistry . . . it didn't matter what name you put to her feelings, it just happened.

Thea longed to touch him, to express herself with words and lovemaking. Her lips twitched in anticipation, wanting him so badly her body trembled when she allowed her thoughts to linger on the visage of his handsome face, or memories of his passionate nature. She just could not sit still any longer.

After her obligatory bath earlier, Thea had met Miss Rose for tea and toast in the lovely butter-yellow morning room. "Such a glorious day, my dear. You must walk the grounds and explore," her hostess had instructed.

Thea had gotten as far as the expanse of granite on the other side of the library's French doors. The view of the English countryside had quite taken her breath away and she'd stopped to sit on a wrought iron bench and soak it in.

But now she would walk into the lushness of the day, inhaling the sweet fresh air, and go in search of flowers for a nice bouquet. Thea stood and walked to the edge of the terraced courtyard and made her way down a delightful pathway of moss-covered flagstones.

The sun overhead heated her body, producing a sheen of moisture between her unencumbered breasts and down her back. She removed her bonnet, despite the glare, and let it trail by its ribbons from her fingertips.

Had she ever felt this wonderful? This alive? Birds chirped and sang in the trees, buzzing insects flitted around her. Free of the restrictions of tight undergarments and oppressive social rules, Thea felt she was blooming under the sun just like the apricot roses growing over the arbor alongside the path. She reached on tiptoe, stretching languorously like a contented cat, and plucked a splendid bloom from the climbing rose.

Thea inhaled its honeyed fragrance deeply and felt dizzy with sensation. She hadn't lunched yet, and the emptiness of her stomach combined with the humidity of the day made her feel as if she was floating in a dream.

Then she heard a faint sound that pulled her from her reverie. Laughter? Yes, Thea heard it again--the distinct sound of a woman's laughter. Curious, Thea walked through the arbor and continued down the winding path until a greenhouse came into view.

Its glass walls were dripping with condensation, obscuring the plants within. All Thea could make out was a blur of green with an occasional splash of color. Then another sound, this one distinctly male, which could only be described as a growl. Thea recognized the accompanying panting--the sounds of sex.

Could she dare peek? Her well-bred manners would have forbidden such an impulse under any other circumstances, but Ingram Hall was not the locale of a typical country house party. Thea was certain voyeurism was encouraged, not frowned upon.

Focused solely on the carnal sounds and the fluttering in her belly, Thea walked to the partially open door of the greenhouse and peered in to get a glimpse of the interior of the glass building.

A sudden downpour startled her. What was that story from her childhood? If it rains while the sun shines the devil is getting married--that was it. Thea didn't know about the devil and his marriages, but she did have a feeling mischief of another nature was taking place.

The rain relentlessly pelted the glass structure and the loud tempo seemed to inspire even more passion between the pair of pleasure-seekers using the greenhouse for their liaison. Groaning replaced growling and the woman's laughter had turned to little screams of ecstasy

Soaked now to the skin, Thea shivered. Certainly no one would begrudge her dry shelter from the rain. She slipped inside the warm, dewy atmosphere of the glass house and closed the door behind her. She had no intention of interrupting a couple so near completion of their sexual bliss, but she would not miss out on the chance to savor the sight for herself.

The mounting climactic sounds were coming from the far end of the building behind a great table of ferns and hibiscus. Carefully picking her way around potted shrubs and gardening tools, Thea approached the unseen pair with increasing tension strumming through her body.

"That's it, my love," the man whispered hoarsely. "Almost there--ahh, that's it!" With one last triumphant groan of pleasure the sounds subsided.

Thea hesitated when she finally saw them through the greenery. The sight was so surprising, so base, so animal, Thea could scarcely breathe. A man and woman lay sprawled in a heap of potting soil and leaf clippings on the floor. Their naked, sweaty bodies were coated with dirt and debris. The woman lay on her back with her legs flung over his shoulders, with the man still planted to the hilt inside her body.

When Thea exhaled involuntarily they both peered at her with dirt-smeared faces and hooded eyes. "I--I came in to get out of the rain. I didn't realize you were here," she lied shamelessly. The overwhelming smell of loamy earth and sex made Thea's pulse race. An instant throbbing began between her legs and she wasn't sure what she should say or do next.

Seemingly at ease with being caught in the sex act, the man withdrew from the slippery sheath of his partner. He stood to face Thea, still partially erect, his cock and dark thatch of pubic hair glistening with the woman's juices. His large, well-muscled body was damp with perspiration and Thea knew he was the largest man she'd ever seen--in more ways than one.

He stood like a towering oak, broad and powerful. His erection was already recuperating from its recent exertions and Thea stared at its impressive size and growing width. He was amazing--physical perfection.

"I'm Niall, and this is Melina," he said with a slight Scottish brogue. "And who might you be?"

"I'm Thea," she managed to get out. Niall was the picture of a barbaric Scotsman of old, fearsome laird of the keep.

"Thea, is it? Have you come to merely get out of the rain, or have you come to join us?"

The question was bold and direct and Thea responded in kind. "I came to join you, if I may," she said, looking from Niall to Melina to gauge their response. She hadn't really meant to join them, but now that she was here her body's responses to their pleasure, and to Niall's ample manhood, would not let her leave.

Niall smiled broadly. "We would like that very much." He seemed to know the other woman's mind. Melina stood and came willingly toward Thea and stretched out her hand. Her height was well above average for a woman, her body beautiful. They were a good match.

"Will you help us wash?" Melina asked, taking Thea's hand. She also spoke with the Scots' brogue, but more delicate and refined.

"Yes," Thea said.

"We will wash Niall first." Melina fetched a watering can on the table and returned to them.

A sudden hush filled the room. The rain had receded to a steady pleasing patter on the glass and the three of them waited expectantly, looking at each other with unspoken lust. But gentleness pervaded the mood as well, as with all Thea's experiences so far. Emboldened by that, Thea slowly began taking off her loose-fitting dress.

Niall watched approvingly and Melina helped by holding Thea's long hair out of the way. Where Thea was blond, the two Scottish lovers were auburn. Where Thea was ivory-skinned, Niall and Melina had the glowing ruddy blush of good health beneath their dusting of garden soil.

Niall was much taller than either woman so he crouched down and sat back on his heels, his stiff, darkening shaft jutting up from between his legs. Melina began to pour clear water from the can over his head and the light sprinkling from the nozzle trickled through his hair and down over his body.

Thea was becoming used to the ways of Ingram Hall. She sensed that she did not have to ask before acting. She knelt before Niall and worked the clear, cool water over his heat-dampened skin, cleaning away the dirt and debris. He stared into her eyes and smiled while his erection grew again because of her nearness and touch. Thea stroked his remarkable shaft, loving the feel of its growing strength in her hands.

Before long Thea was breathless and craving his cock deep inside her. "You feel very good, Niall."

"You smell very good, Thea," he responded, rocking his hips to take full advantage of her working hands. "Do you taste as good as you smell?"

He leaned toward her and covered her mouth with his. His tongue playfully entered her mouth and she responded, mating and mimicking with her tongue what she wanted from his body, while the cascade of water continued from Melina's watering can. Niall's breath was hot and sweet and Thea wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her naked breasts against his chest, lost in the kiss.

"You taste sweet . . . like honey," he whispered, trailing his lips over her cheekbones and eyelids, then moving to her neck, and breathing into her ear where he licked and nibbled her earlobe until she was moaning against him.

"Fuck me," she insisted, surprised by her use of the vulgar term, but knowing that was the only word to describe what she wanted from this stranger. He already knew her mind and began the intense drive of his cock into her throbbing, wet pussy, pushing her back onto the hard, dirt-covered stone floor.

"Fuck me," she echoed again, this time more desperately as his powerful body thrust into her, grinding her backside into the stones and lifting her off the ground with every stroke.

Melina moaned above them and Thea opened her eyes to the continuing stream of water pouring over their writhing bodies. Melina held the can aloft with one arm and fondled her own protruding clit with her other hand, rubbing it between cream-slicked fingers.

Thea came so violently she screamed and scraped her nails down Niall's straining back. Her body arched and stiffened against the onslaught of his overwhelming penetration. He was insatiable, virile, mating with her like a crazed god of lust. Niall relentlessly pumped into her slippery channel, grunting over her with the same animal intent she'd heard when he'd impaled Melina with his magnificent cock only moments before.

"Fucking you is a pleasure, Thea," Niall said through gritted teeth while water trickled over his head and shoulders onto Thea's flushed face. "But the 'little death' will come too soon," he said, visibly straining. Then he lifted Thea's hips off the floor with the force of his final thrust and shot a stream of hot cum deep inside her pulsating tunnel.

Melina moaned in unison with Thea's cries of passion, and they all came together.

"Do not leave me out of this," Melina said playfully, reaching for a bar of soap and lying down next to Niall who had rolled off Thea. "We all need a proper bath," she said, licking the salty sheen from Niall's hard-planed chest with her tongue. "The rain has stopped. Shall we take Miss Thea to the waterfall?" she asked him.

Had it only been a few days before that Thea had taken her own pleasure while watching the handsome Luke across a stream on her way to the Hall? Thea remembered the wonderful feeling of the cool water and the allure of the natural setting and wanted to go with them.

"The storm will have chased most of the guests indoors. Likely we'll have the falls to ourselves, Niall said.

"Yes, take me," she said, smiling to meet Melina's childlike anticipation.

They gathered their clothing and soap and left the greenhouse as naked as the day they were born. Although no one appeared to be about, the implication of stealth settled over them and they quickly and quietly made their way down a dirt path that led further away from the manor.

Before long Thea could hear the falls, the rushing sound of water as inviting as the firm backside of Niall and the curvaceous backside of Melina as she followed behind them. They were all like children sneaking off for mischief, following a forbidden path. Thea laughed despite herself and Melina and Niall laughed too.

The falls were glorious. Thea stared in awe at their beauty. Water thundered over an outcropping of boulders, cascading at least twenty feet down to a rippling, moss-green pool below.

Sunlight dappled the water's surface through a canopy of trees. Thea inhaled deeply, and the mist from the falls and the smell of damp earth and nearby lilies filled her head. Melina dumped her clothing on the ground near the water's edge and dove gracefully into the frothy pool. Niall quickly followed and they swam to where the falls pummeled the surface of the water.

"Hurry, Thea, we can't start without you," Melina called happily. "Don't forget the soap."

Thea followed their example and almost lost her breath when her naked body broke through the surface of the cold water and its welcoming depths enveloped her in darkness. She hadn't bathed outdoors in the nude since her naughty days of trying to attract her father's stable hand.

She swam underwater with strong, sure strokes toward the falls and she could hear its mighty drumming muffled in her waterlogged ears. When she broke the surface for air, Niall and Melina were there to catch her in a comforting embrace.

"We thought you'd transformed into a mermaid and swam away," Niall teased. "Did you manage to keep the soap?"

"What do you want washed first?" she said, producing the soap from beneath the water and held it out in the palm of her hand.

"I will wash Niall and you will wash me," Melina said, smiling and winking at Niall. "Then we will both turn our attentions to you, miss."

Thea couldn't wait for whatever "attentions" they might give her. They showed her a rocky ledge a few feet beneath the surface hidden behind the cascading wall of water, and the three of them positioned themselves on this ledge and began bathing each other.

Melina's skin was silky-smooth under Thea's soapy touch. She liked caressing Melina's back and full breasts, which floated and bobbed in the water. Thea couldn't resist Melina's dusky, pebbled nipples. She licked and suckled the hard buds, then flicked them with the tip of her tongue until the other woman moaned in pleasure.

Then Melina dunked her head and Thea washed her dark billowing hair with soap. Finally, when the two women were breathless and facing each other, Thea massaged the bar of soap into the downy nest between Melina's legs, gently probing her woman's folds with tender care. Melina's hot slippery juices mingled with the cold water on Thea's fingers and Melina rode Thea's hand, rocking gently until she shivered with desire.

Niall watched, slowly stroking his erection. He was obviously in no hurry to stop their female display of affection.

Then Melina washed Niall's body with the practiced ease of a familiar lover and soon the dirt of the greenhouse was only a pleasant memory.

"Now you," Niall said, pointing suggestively to Thea.

Thea had been anticipating their touch with a burning need that seemed to grow into an insatiable yearning she could not control. "Please," she whispered.

"You like the Menage a'Trois?" Melina asked.

Thea had heard the term and knew its meaning. "Yes--yes, I like it very much."

"Good," the other woman said, smiling. "We are very happy to be with you, Thea. Let us give and take pleasure together in any way that feels good to us all. There are no rules in this game," she added.

"You enjoy a man's tongue licking and tasting you?" Niall asked, knowing full well what her answer would be.

Thea nodded and rubbed her hands slowly over her own heated breasts, wanting to entice him, wanting him to appease her need.

"I want you both," he said. "Come here Melina." He held out his hand and they shifted on their stone bed to a shallower spot. Niall lay back and Melina straddled his legs. His stiff manhood pressed firmly against her flat belly.

"Now you, Thea," he said.

Thea followed them to the shallows and wondered how she would play this "game."

"I want you to face Melina," he whispered, "and kneel over my mouth so I can taste your sweetness."

Thea eagerly did as she was told, and when she straddled his head and put her hands on either side of his hips, Melina lifted up and impaled herself on Niall's rigid staff and began riding him like the stallion he was. Niall groaned huskily, grasped Thea's bottom, and plunged his tongue deeply into her throbbing cleft.

It was more sensual than Thea had imagined. Melina threw her head back, pumping the man buried deep inside her body, and her full breasts danced before Thea's eyes. Thea took one of Melina's nipples between her lips and rolled it over her tongue and was rewarded by the other woman's cry of delight.

The twin sensations of suckling Melina's pert nipple while Niall lapped at her pussy with his tongue sent Thea over the edge. He used this lips and tongue to delve between every swollen fold and aching crevice, to lick her engorged clit until she was senseless with climax. She ground her dripping cunt frantically against Niall's talented mouth and rode his tongue while Melina rode his cock.

She felt completely open and free, totally lost in the sensations of taste, smell, and touch. Melina's breasts smelled of the lavender soap they had used, and the heated joining of Melina's body with Niall's, created a heavy scent of musk that filled the misty air around them. They all climaxed together in one blissfully drenched heap of pulsating flesh.

"Jesus Christ," Niall hissed when he convulsed, buried to the hilt in Melina's welcoming body. He exhaled deeply and a hot pulse of air feathered over Thea's primed pussy and she collapsed on top of him, completely sated.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing, they finally managed to separate and return to the deeper water to cool off.

"Thank you for bringing me to this place," Thea said, still feeling weak and dazed.

"You are more than welcome," Melina said. "It has been a pleasure getting to know you, Thea, and we would like to give you one more sensory experience before you leave us--that is, if you are up to it," she added, daring Thea to take another plunge into the world of carnal knowledge.

Thea's body literally vibrated for more of what they had to give. Her building desire seemed to have no limit. She felt she could go for hours, craving human touch.

"Yes, whatever you would give, I will gladly take," she said

"You have proven you're a woman of deep passions and we don't want you to leave us until we've given you enough to appease your hunger," Niall said. His heated gaze let Thea know he was as eager to continue their escapades as she was.

"I want to know your body, Thea, just as Niall has," Melina said. "We are refreshed by the water and we can pleasure each other again."

"Having my mind filled with the essence of two beautiful women is a treat beyond compare. You have sapped all my sexual power, but I am still able to use my mouth and hands to please you while my strength renews itself. I am very lucky today," Niall said, grinning.

Thea wanted to cry out that she was the lucky one today, but she remained silent and let them lead her.

Melina asked her to sit out of the water on a nearby rock ledge. "Niall is not the only one who wants to taste you. I am drawn to your beauty and want to find out for myself what charms you keep hidden in your secret places."

Thea wanted Melina to touch her, so she spread her legs, scooting her bottom close to the edge. Melina moved between Thea's open legs with only her head and chest above water.

Niall hoisted himself onto the ledge with Thea and helped her lie down on her back. He lay down next to her on his stomach and began fondling her breasts with his warm hands while trailing kisses along her arms and stomach.

Thea squirmed under his ministrations until she felt the press of Melina's hands on her inner thighs. Thea lifted her head long enough to see Melina lower her mouth to Thea's steaming, pulsing sex. The sensation of the woman's lips and tongue roaming smoothly over her wet folds, then circling her clitoris, sent Thea reeling backward.

Niall suckled her taut nipples, teasing and flicking the buds with his tongue then laving the curve of her breasts and underarms, leaving no sensitive spot neglected.

They worked in unison, bringing Thea to dazzling heights followed by earth-shattering climax. Melina pinched Thea's clit between her finger and thumb and rubbed the aching nub while tonguing Thea's tight channel.

Melina pushed Thea's legs back and shifted her attention to Thea's other puckered opening, rimming it with her tongue and probing it gently with her finger until the rhythmic motion brought Thea to the edge again. Then Melina laved Thea's clit to send her to oblivion. All the while, Niall tasted her mouth fully, kissing her senseless, mating his tongue with hers.

By the time they were through with her, Thea had climaxed at least a dozen times and was so spent she could scarcely move.

"Next time you need to come in out of the rain, you will seek us out?" Niall asked innocently, teasing her with his handsome grin.

Thea finally found the breath to speak. "I will be sure to keep your generous invitation in mind. I daresay I will never look at a greenhouse or waterfall in the same way again."