Disclaimer: I don't own "Bridgerton" or any of its characters, wishful thinking aside.
Authors Note #1: Inspired by the potential spoilers regarding Colin visiting two female sex workers and having a threesome.
Warnings: threesome, mild sexual content, oral sex, season three spoilers, pining, sexual tension, romantic tension, angst, drama, romance, emotional constipation.
A Strong Delusion
"It's a strong delusion, that's what it is," the blonde one hummed. Making a hush-hush sound as her legs brushed back and forth across the black satin sheets. Delightfully cold now that the exertion of the past hour was done.
Mary, perhaps?
He was sure one of them was called Mary.
He'd been rather... occupied at the time.
"What is?" the other piped up. Nipples delightfully pebbled as she curled closer. Her dark hair stood out in contrast against the other one. Something he'd taken a liking to in the moment and had served him well. For all their difference in looks, they were quite skilled.
Jane?
It might have been Jane.
Again, he'd been distracted.
He stretched, happily used up as the two women lounged on either side of him. Sated. Content. And chatty, apparently.
"Oh, you know! It's all anyone is talking about!" Mary exclaimed, popping her head up to look Jane in the eye. Blond hair falling over his chest in an untidy sheath. Mussed up from its elegant style by not just his hands, but Jane's.
Jane muffled a giggle into his armpit as she turned. Using his chest as a tableau of sorts as they chattered on. Clearly amused.
"What's a delusion?" he asked, thoroughly lost. Not sure if he cared, but willing to listen.
"That the youngest Featherington girl isn't going to be the true diamond of the season!" Jane responded.
And, quite abruptly, all contentment utterly vanished.
"That dress," Mary said dreamily, twirling a blond curl around her finger.
"Those gloves," Jane sighed.
"Her hair!" Mary squealed. "I must confess I'm jealous!"
Jane scoffed, tapping a long nail pointedly across his chest.
"Of course you are, I can't count the number of gentlemen who've requested a lass with red hair since that ball. Some of the girls are even visiting the apothecary for dye. Can't blame them, not for that kind of coin."
Men were wanting redheads because of-
Christ.
He opened his mouth, wanting to change the subject. But it wasn't to be. In fact, the girls seemed to have forgotten he existed. Continuing their conversation above him as the soft, pillowed weight of their breasts effectively trapped him in place.
And wasn't that a metaphor for the ages?
Was there no where he could escape?
No sanctuary for the body or heart?
Was it not cruel?
"The Queen has already named her diamond," Mary pointed out. Making him realize he'd lost track of the conversation as the two women spoke animatedly.
Jane rolled her eyes.
"And how did last season turn out? The real diamond was the sister, remember? Mark my words, that girl is the true one this time. Just imagine what a story that would be! She's been out for what- three seasons? Only to oust them all? I love it."
He exhaled. Feeling the weight of both women shift as he tried to center himself. Looking up at the ceiling as flashes from that night served themselves up for his wandering attention.
She had looked so-
No.
No.
He'd come here to rid himself of these thoughts and he'd paid good coin to do it.
And with that, he exhaled loudly. Recapturing their attention as he pulled them close. Eliciting syrupy chirps of interest as they tipped their chins down to look at him. Expressions far too knowing for his liking.
"Enough talking," he rasped, kissing Mary's throat as she sighed in approval. Wordlessly demanding more. He obliged, lavishing attention on the side of her neck he hadn't already ruined. Enjoying her sweet sounds as Jane landed astride him. Teasing the hair that crowned his cock with her long nails as he continued his trail of kisses. Quickly losing himself in supple, familiar flesh.
And true to his command, there was no more talking.
But even so, when he came with both their mouths on him, he still saw red.
A/N: Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think! – This story is now complete.