A Contract Bride's Triple Surprise (6 page)

She waited, tense and tight, but he said nothing. His fingers skimmed over her breast for a few minutes before rising to her neck. They trailed up the right side of her neck, over her temple, and around her perfect ear. She blinked back tears as they then traced over her burned left cheek and temple. He ran a finger back and forth over the crumpled top of her ear. His touch disappeared for a few seconds where her ear was so burned she could no longer feel anything.

He raised up on one elbow and lifted her right arm. Once again, he traced the marks. Her arm had received the worst burns as she protected the baby from the fire. It was no longer smooth, but she’d regained all her feeling. Her hand was merely mottled, like her face.

“Prue said you were burned while saving children.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You went in when your friends walked past.”

“They said they would get help.”

“You knew the children would die without help. So did they. But you chose to act while the cowards rode away.”

Tears leaked from her eyes. She closed them but once again saw the tiny faces in the upstairs window, screaming behind the glass. She raced her horse as close to the house as she could. When it balked at the heat, she leaped off, lifted her skirts, and ran. The others called her back, but she couldn’t stop. She got the oldest out but had to go back for the baby. On the way downstairs, she protected the baby with her right arm. A board fell on her, and she had to fight to escape. She didn’t remember what happened next, but the doctor said she was lucky to get out alive.

The next months were agony. Not just from the burns. The servants must have whispered about what her face looked like, for no one would visit. She’d done something unforgivable. It wasn’t only that she almost died for a poor family. When she rescued the children, the others were shamed. They could never forgive her for that.

Lips touched her burned ear. A tongue traced the edge. Small, light kisses trailed across every part. He lifted her hand and, beginning at her elbow, kissed his way to her fingertips.

His unquestioning gentleness seeped into her soul. She fought the childish sobs that threatened. Crying did no good. Nothing changed the past. You had to take what you had and do the best you could. That was why she signed a marriage contract and came West.

“You know what I see with my lips and fingers?”

“Nothing. It’s dark,” she joked. She couldn’t bear it if he showed pity to her.

“I see a brave woman who faced death to save children.”

“The others saw a stupid girl who should have thought before running into a burning house,” she said bitterly.

She opened her mouth to continue but found a set of lips on hers. He tasted her with his tongue, tracing between her lips and teeth. She tingled at the sensation. He deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue against hers. When his hand clasped her breast and squeezed, she moaned into him. He lifted his head.

“Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”

Chapter Five

She couldn’t speak of what she’d heard in the library then dreamed about. Or the book she found just before leaving while looking for her mother’s long-lost family Bible. Behind the Latin section, she found a thin book bound in oxblood leather.
Sinful Pleasures
was written on the cover. She opened the first page and saw a drawing of a woman lying on her back at the edge of the bed. Her knees were tucked around the ears of a man whose face was almost buried in her thatch. His tongue protruded like a gargoyle, aiming right at her. Was that what Ross was about to do to her when she panicked?

“Something’s got you hot. This spot,” he kissed the side of her neck, “is fluttering like when you rode my cock.”

She looked up at Ross to gauge his mood, but it was hard as he kept the moon at his back. She knew he could see her face and part of her body, but she could only see his outline. He didn’t seem to be disgusted with her, though. From the long, hard shape nudging her hip, he wanted to do what they’d done before.

“Has another man touched you like I have, other than in your dreams?”

“No! Until tonight, I’ve never even seen a man with his shirt off.”

“You’ve seen and felt a lot more now. Tell me what’s making you hot.”

“You might get angry with me.”

He flicked her nipple with his fingernail. She gasped at the sting, which shot to her pussy in a demand for more.

“That shouldn’t stop you from telling me the truth.”

“I-saw-things-in-a-book.” She said it fast to get it over with.

His hand grasped her breast again. “What things?” His deep voice whispered the words over her hard nipples. Her heart pounded as if it would jump out of her chest.

“There were, um, drawings.” She licked her lips and swallowed. “Of men and women.”

“A pillow book?” He leaned back his head and laughed.

Shame flooded her. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.” She blinked back tears. “I’m not saying anything more!”

“Oh, yes, you will,” he said, still chuckling. “I like that my virgin wife has naughty thoughts. Tell me what you saw.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and turned her head away. She lay there as still and unresponsive as she could with a naked, sexy man draped over her. He trailed his fingers over her, making her twitch.

“No!”

“You’ll tell me more or get a spanking,” he said in a low and teasing voice.

Icy fire roared over her skin. She gritted her teeth, stubborn as always.

“Amelia MacDougal, you will answer me now, or I will turn you over my knees and paddle your ass.”

He said it quietly, not as a threat but as a statement that what he said would happen. Her pussy spasmed, wanting him to do just that, but she was in control, not that eager part of her. “I can’t say out loud what I saw.”

“Was there a drawing of a man standing behind a bent-over woman?”

Heat flashed over her face. She nodded.

“Did you see where the man’s cock went? Was it in her pussy or her ass?”

Her heart pounded at the question. She licked her dry lips.

“How many men were with her? One, two, or three? Hold up your fingers.”

There were different drawings for each. She held up one finger. After a moment, she added another. When he still waited, she held up the third.

“Three men with one woman?”

She nodded. He leaned over and kissed her mouth. His fingers found their way into her pussy. He stroked her as if rewarding her for her answer. She didn’t care. His fingers felt so good. Thinking about the pictures made her hot. Not that she would ever experience what those women did. They were paid to take men. Had the artist drawn the truth? The woman had seemed to be in ecstasy, not the immense paid she’d imagined.

He lifted from her kiss but kept his hand inside her pussy. He pulsed gently, stretching her.

“Do you have fantasies about two men pleasuring you, Amy?”

“You’ll be angry.”

“Only if you lie.”

“Yes,” she whispered. She wished she could see his face. Was he furious?

“Good,” he whispered back.

He moved quickly, pulling her under him. He rose up on his arms. Bending his elbows, he dropped down to suckle her nipple. She squirmed as jolts of fire shot to her pussy. He released her and rose up again. Knowing what he wanted, what she wanted, she bent her knees so he could lie between them.

She knew he watched her. She looked back though she could see nothing but straight, dark hair. He nudged his cock into her, pushing past swollen lips. She lifted and pressed herself onto him. He laughed and surged forward. She gasped as he went deep. He stopped moving.

“Sore?”

Instead of answering, she wrapped her legs around him. It was his turn to gasp. She pressed her breasts together the way she liked. He slowly entered her all the way then pulled almost out. It was too slow for her. She wanted the stars and lights he’d shown her earlier. She tried to hurry him by pushing up with her heels, but he growled at her.

Slow slide in, then out, again and again. Her need rose like a spiral, ever higher. He finally moved faster though still not enough for her. Holding himself up like that, she could see where they joined. She reached down and touched the magic button he’d shown her.

“Umm,” she moaned. She rubbed her clit and squeezed her breast in time with his thrusts. Faster and faster. She managed to get her hands out of the way when he suddenly dropped to his elbows. She wrapped her arms around him and pushed up with her heels to meet his beat.

Again and again.

He was so much bigger than she that his chest lay right above her mouth. She nibbled his skin, tasting clean sweat. He moved and suddenly hit something wonderful. Each time he nudged that spot, she almost came loose. Once more and she clenched hard around his wonderful cock, exploding again. She held on as he grunted twice more, her body shaking with release. He bellowed, slamming deep inside her. She held on tight to his massive muscles as he erupted.

Only when he rolled onto his back, taking her with him, did she release him. He cupped her bottom with one hand, a breast with the other. Both of them gasped for air, their skin slick with sweat. She’d barely caught her breath when he sat up. He curled her into his arms and swiveled. He stood up and walked toward the door.

“What are you doing?” She squeaked the question.

“Time for a bath.”

“It will have cooled by now.”

“Good. My hands are full. Open the door”

“We can’t leave this room without our clothes!”

“Try to stop me.”

He braced her hip against the wall to twist the doorknob. He pushed the door open with his foot and walked through. The screen blocked the moon from shining on them though there was enough light that he didn’t stumble. She grabbed onto his neck with both arms when he held her over the tub.

“Stand in the tub,” he said.

The water was actually refreshing. It came up to her hips. She gathered her hair and twisted it up and out of the way. She would normally have braided it before bed, but it hadn’t quite dried before she fell asleep.

* * * *

Ross stared when he backed away from Amelia standing in the tub. He hadn’t appreciated her lush shape or the fact she was so tiny. When she raised her arms to lift her hair and her full breasts rose, he almost bit his tongue. His cock valiantly tried to salute her. After two full bouts in a short time, he was out of steam. He watched her breasts sway as she moved.

Her older sister Prudence had been short and thin. Amelia was shorter by a good two inches, and she was well rounded. She had everything he wanted. Long, soft hair to run his hands through. Giant nipples topping her breasts. Because her hips were wide, her waist looked small. He wasn’t afraid of a small woman. Many of his aunties were small but strong. They enjoyed their bedding, worked hard, and easily birthed many strong babes.

Considering she was a pampered Easterner, he doubted she could handle a tenth of what his aunties did daily. The fact that she enjoyed his bedding was a good start. He would bind her to him that way if he had to. Not that it was difficult the way she heated his blood.

“What are you staring at?”

“You.”

“Surely, you can’t see me very well. I can barely make you out.”

He picked up the soap and cloth from the bowl where Amelia had left it. He wrinkled his nose. If he washed using this rose-scented soap, he’d be laughed at by Gil and Nevin.

Or not. They’d think it was her scent on him. He wanted to get clean, of course, but it was bathing his wife’s body that mattered. He lathered up the cloth and walked toward her.

“I have excellent night vision.”

He touched her nipple with the cool, damp cloth. A soap bubble stuck to it. He blew gently. He grinned as her nipple rose as if obeying his call.

“When I asked to meet in the dark, you knew you’d be able to see me?”

“You asked Nevin to meet you in the dark.”

“Oh. Yes.”

Had she already forgotten that she’d married the “wrong” man? As far as he was concerned, putting a son in his wife’s belly was going to be the highlight of his life so far. Part of him wanted it to take months. Months when he alone could have her pussy. The child would be his, without question.

He walked behind her and admired the curve of her ass. It sloped out, two dimples centered around the long crack. He couldn’t wait to take that ass.

He mentally kicked himself in the head for using the crude words, even to himself. This was his wife, not a whore. He wouldn’t
take
any part of Amelia. He would encourage her to share herself with him. And with Nevin, of course. But later. After he’d shown her every pleasure he knew. Maybe he’d check out that pillow book and find a couple new ones.

She stood with her feet braced. She leaned forward slightly, holding onto the tub edge. Waiting for his touch. His soapy fingers slid easily between her back cheeks. She gave a slight gasp and straightened. His fingers were caught by her butt. He smiled to himself at her muscles. When he looked, he saw her arms and legs were much tighter than he expected. Perhaps she was not the pampered lap dog he expected.