by S Cinders
Lilly wrinkled her nose, “How did you know?”
Jack laughed, “I reckon your hero knows I would be a mite more concerned than I am right now.”
Ryan flushed, “He’s famous in these parts, Lilly.”
Lilly looked back at Jack with a new appreciation.
Jack smiled, “I am going to be letting you two out soon. The less you see, the better. Would you prefer we deal with the Comte, or would you like to?”
Ryan turned to Lilly, “What would you like to do?”
“How will they deal with him?” Lilly asked.
Ryan wasn’t sure the delicate way to phrase slitting his throat, but apparently, his pause was information enough. However, there was no way they could carry the Comte on horseback.
Lilly turned to Jack, “I don’t want you to kill him.”
Jack huffed, “Love, that is the easiest and far kindest way to deal with the man. And I daresay a much better fate than he had in store for you.”
Ryan’s head snapped up. “Beg pardon?”
“He wanted to sell the lass,” Jack eyes were like slits.
“Do whatever you wish with the bastard. We are thankful for your presence. More than you could ever know.” Ryan’s tone alerted Lilly that he was not to be crossed.
Jack hit the roof, and the carriage came to a halt.
Thankfully, Ryan’s horse was still tied to the side rear of the carriage. The couple departed, but not before Lilly leaned in and took both of Jack’s hands into her own.
“I will never forget you, Jack. You are a good man, don’t forget it. And do you best to get back to Anna, I am confident she misses you!”
Jack’s devilish grin hid a bit of a shy smile, “Go on with you lass, you and your hero have a wonderful life ahead of you.”
CHAPTER 17
As the carriage rolled away, Ryan sat in the saddle on horseback, holding his precious cargo, having no idea where to take her.
“I cannot believe you saved me,” Lillian swayed, having not slept for countless hours.
Ryan tightened his arms around her, “Lilly! Watch yourself! I would feel much better if you were to lean back against my chest.”
Lilly flushed, “It wouldn’t be proper.”
Ryan began to shake, his low chuckle breaking forth completely uninhibited, “You are adorable!”
Lilly cocked her head to the side, “Why do I get the feeling you are teasing me?”
“I am not teasing, not really.” He replied, “It is only that you have been away from home for more than twenty-four hours. You must know that your reputation is already in tatters.”
Lilly gasped, “My family! How could I have been so selfish?”
Ryan shook his head, “It was not my intention to chastise, I only wish to explain to you that you need not worry about what is proper.”
“Then I am ruined?” Lilly’s voice was horrified.
Ryan paused, “You are mine, therefore you could never be ruined. I am sorry that you had to go through such a horrible experience. And I regret the fact that it took me so long to get to you.”
Lilly sighed, “It didn’t take too long.”
Ryan let out a short, mirthless laugh, “I hate that even for the slightest moment you thought you might have damaged your reputation. Because the truth is, it doesn’t matter as long as you are alright. Now, please try to rest, Lilly.”
He tightened his arm around her waist until her back was flush with his chest. The heat from his back was lovely, and it caused a pleasant stirring in her abdomen that if she wasn’t so blasted exhausted, Lilly would have loved to explore.
As it was, she sighed and sunk into him, “Oh, I want to stay like this forever.”
Ryan growled something unintelligible, which, for the present, was most likely for the best.
As soon as an inn came into sight, Ryan pulled his sleeping cargo carefully into his arms and gave his horse to the stable-boy.
Ryan made arrangements for a room as well as a cold repast to be brought up for Lilly if she awoke in the night. And then after being shown their best room, he laid an exhausted Lilly down on the large bed and finally allowed himself some rest.
Lilly could not remember a time when she had slept so well. She was cozy and warm, even though her skirts had climbed to her waist in the night. Lilly threw her leg over the source of heat. It was heaven sent.
It wasn’t until the huge male hand landed somewhere between her naked left buttock and equally naked upper thigh that Lilly started to realize that perhaps this wasn’t all a dream.
When that same hand slid up to her bottom and started caressing it in a rather familiar fashion, it wasn’t that Lilly was averse to bottom caressing, it was only that it seemed a bit familiar and she wasn’t certain if they should be on those terms quite yet.
This was a question for the Bluebells.
Lilly suddenly felt like she was in completely over her head. The other girls of her ladies’ group were certainly more experienced in the art of love. Mostly because they were married, but they did share their knowledge with the other Bluebells.
However, Lilly hadn’t paid serious attention. She needed a cheat sheet or a tutor immediately!
Ryan pulled her more fully onto him, and Lilly felt his massive cock beneath her, pressing intimately against her.
She needed to wake him.
Not only was this going way too fast for her, but her lady bits were getting involved. They were starting to get achy, and Lilly was not at all certain she wanted to be achy this morning.
So, she took matters into her own hands. Grabbing a glass of water off the night table, she threw it into his face.
Apparently, Ryan doesn’t like waking by water.
Nor is he a morning person.
Lilly, however, did manage to make the massive cock retreat, so, all in all, it was a successful mission. She just wasn’t sure that she could repeat it to the Bluebells at the next meeting.
Or to anyone—ever.
CHAPTER 18
Ryan was startled awake by the cold water and almost dumped Lilly on the floor in a counterattack. He had been having the most incredible dream and damn it she owed him to finish it!
Not only had the she-devil stolen all the blankets. Lilly had then thrown them on the floor. She had then rubbed up on Ryan like a cat in heat! Moaning and groaning in her sleep, Ryan was hard as stone and unable to take advantage of her.
It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning that he had finally been able to fall asleep, and this was how she repaid him. With a glass full of icy cold water in the face no less!
“You look angry,” Lilly said hesitantly.
He was livid.
“I am not angry,” Ryan bit off.
“Are you not a morning person?” Lilly asked, still holding the dripping glass.
He used a hand to wipe his brow, “I am eminently pleasant all hours of the day.”
Lilly bit her lip, “I do apologize.”
His long eyelashes were wet, making some of them stick together. He gave Lilly a glance, as if asking her to elaborate.
“For everything,” she sat up a little using his chest. The trouble was that she was still straddling Ryan.
The hand that he had used to cup her bare bottom had been used to wipe his face. It came back to her bottom to balance her.
Both Ryan and Lilly stilled.
Ryan realized that some parts of the dream might have been a reality.
“Where are your drawers?” he choked out. His voice, dropping an octave or two.
Lilly flushed wildly. She had ducked her head behind her hair that had become undone sometime in the night. “I was hoping you might be able to explain that to me.”
His hand felt like fire against her skin, and imprint that would never go away.
“Did I harm you?” Ryan asked gruffly.
Lilly shook her head, “No, but I wanted you to wake up. I felt different, and I didn’t want to be alone.”
Ryan traced
her cheekbone with his finger, “How did you feel different?”
Lilly didn’t think it was possible to blush even further. “I know what was happening.”
Ryan traced her lips lightly before tugging on her full bottom lip with his thumb, “So tell me. I was dreaming so I need to know what happened, sweetness.”
Lilly swallowed, her throat was dry, “Your cock was getting very large.”
Ryan’s eyes widened, but Lilly plowed forward. She knew that if she didn’t get this story out now, she never would.
“And you pulled me on top of you like I am now. And we were moving back and forth with your hand where it is, and I was feeling different, and I didn’t know what to do.”
Ryan’s cock was starting to feel very large again.
“Where were you feeling different, Lilly?” he rasped.
Lilly shook her head, “I don’t want to say it.”
Ryan took her face in his hands, “You can say anything to me, my love. I only want to help you, to understand what you need. May I kiss you?”
Lilly desperately wanted to kiss him. Her lips flew over his, and although she was innocent in her kisses, she was desperate for his knowledge for more. Ryan helped her open her mouth so that he could kiss her deeper. Their tongues meeting and tangling together in a dance older than time.
This was what Lilly had been searching for, and she hadn’t even realized it. This connection, this closeness with another human being. Every part of Lilly felt on edge. She wanted more. Soon, she wasn’t just being kissed, she was giving back as much as she was getting.
Sinking her hands into Ryan’s hair, Lilly raked her fingers across his skull. Her body was thrumming. It felt alive in a way she couldn’t describe.
That achy feeling from before was a tidal wave of want and need. She was grinding herself on him, desperate to claw off her ratty ball gown.
She needed him to touch her breasts, ripping her mouth away she told him just that, “Touch me!”
“Pardon?” Ryan could not have heard that right.
“You heard me!” Lilly did not mince words.
Ryan liked a demanding woman in the bedroom.
It took about two minutes to have her ball gown removed. It took an additional thirty seconds to get her out of her stays. And then Ryan’s lips found her breasts, and Lilly decided that breasts were meant to be licked, sucked and kissed.
“More, oh Ryan, please, please, more!” Lilly cried out.
Ryan was in heaven. He couldn’t have imagined that Lilly would be so responsive to him.
She was perfect for him, her body was perfect for him, and he loved her.
Oh Lord, he hadn’t told her that he loved her.
Ryan turned around just as he had dropped his drawers. Lilly swallowed. The man was in a class of his own. Not only were his shoulders a mile wide, but his narrow hips and muscular thighs were a reason to stare. His built chest and flat stomach were tanned and toned but nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the long thick cock jutting out from between his legs.
Lilly had heard many things at the Bluebell meetings. She knew that some women sucked their husband’s cocks and some women let their husband’s put their cock’s in interesting places.
Lilly just wanted to touch it, “Can you please come closer?”
Ryan wanted to profess his love, “Lilly, I need to speak with you.”
It bobbed when he walked, Lilly was fascinated, “Does it always happen like this?”
Ryan frowned a little,” I think so, my love. I am not certain. I haven’t done this before.”
Lilly looked at him, “Not ever? With that thing, one would think they would be lining up!”
Ryan was confused. One would think she would be happy he had never told another girl that he loved her. “No, you are the first.”
Lilly smiled weakly, “Well, I am certain we shall muddle along just fine.”
Ryan paused, “Lilly, what are you talking about?”
Lilly looked up from his large member, “What? Oh, that you have never used your cock before. Why? What are you talking about?"
CHAPTER 19
“Why is it shrinking?”
“You are going to be the death of me, do you realize that?” Ryan scooped up his naked fiancé and tossed her on the bed.
Then he gently started kissing her face as he trapped Lilly underneath his outstretched arms. He had made sure not to place all of his weight upon her.
“This isn’t your first time, is it?” Lilly asked between kisses.
Ryan paused, not quite certain how to answer. He finally went with, “It is the first time that it matters. And for the record, I do wish that I had waited for it to be my first time.”
Lilly’s eyes got all misty, “You are perfect, even with your wicked eyes.”
Ryan laughed, “I am still uncertain why I have to have wicked eyes. But the feeling, dearest, is mutual. That is what I was trying to tell you earlier. I love you, Lilly. Quite to distraction, I am afraid.”
Lilly nodded, a tear escaping and running down the side of her face to her ear, “I love you, too. I kept telling myself that you would come for me. I didn’t know how or why, but somehow I knew that you would.”
Ryan crushed her lips against his own, this kiss possessive and dominating. Lilly melted against him, their bare skin brushing intimately against one another. This was it, the moment that they had been flirting with all season long.
He made love to her mouth, ravaging her from every angle. As he did so, the tips of her breasts brushed the fine hairs on his chest bringing them both to a heightened sense of awareness.
This time when he slid down to pay homage to her breasts, Lilly slipped into a sexual haze. Begging Ryan to suck her nipples a little bit harder and to tug those tips a little bit longer, he wanted to plow into her.
Her cries were coming in harshly, “Please, Ryan, I need more!”
Ryan knew what she needed but wasn’t sure she was ready yet. He felt between her legs and felt her curls. Although they were damp, she was quite tight, obviously a virgin.
He stroked her softly, “Open for me, Lilly.”
Her legs fell open at his request, and he kissed her lips as he gently stroked her core.
Lilly had never in her life felt anything remotely this amazing.
Ryan’s fingers were magical. And they were in a place that no man had ever been before. Every touch of his against her brought more pleasure. Lilly’s hips rose and fell against his hands as he made love to her, his lips still alternating between her breasts.
Ryan’s fingers were slick with her virginal juices, and he wanted to lick them clean but hated to leave her wanting even for a second. She was a live wire in his arms, thrashing back and forth, her eyes wild, trusting him implicitly to keep her safe.
He loved her so damn much.
Her folds were swollen and soaked with need. He knew that she was seconds, if not a moment, away from ecstasy. Something that she had never known before, and something that she would only know with him. That knowledge alone sent a surge of pride and love so strong that his eyes misted.
She was his, and he was hers.
“I need, I need!” Lilly cried out.
Ryan looked into her passion filled eyes, “I love you, Lilly.”
And then he sucked her nipple into his mouth and rubbed her clit in a clockwise motion, and she flew over the edge screaming his name.
It is a shame that Lilly’s voice carries so terribly well.
Some might call it fortuitous that her older brother, The Marquess of Lancaster, Lord Phillip Randall, was able to locate them in the very inn that they had taken shelter in the night before—not Ryan and Lilly, but some called it fortuitous.
Eden thought it was hilarious.
Sophie had to ask her uncle, once again, for a special license, and there was a stern talk about the type of people one associated with one’s self.
Lilly was mortified. She left the inn with her brother, Phillip, and h
is wife, Eden, in disgrace.
Despite being engaged to Mr. Stanford, Lilly could not look anyone in the eye. To be caught in such an embarrassing situation was beyond anything she could comprehend.
To make matters worse, Phillip was acting like an angel who never had in his life committed any sin. He couldn’t bear the thought of his sister copulating with a man—it was beyond the pale.
Finally, Eden was finished with all of the foolish behavior. She promptly called for her husband’s best friend to come and reinstate some normalcy in their household via the cold hard truth.
When the Baron arrived, Lilly was hiding in her room as she had been for the past four days. Ryan had also been invited, and he had arrived five minutes previously.
Eden didn’t even speak to him beyond the basic civilities. She just motioned for him to follow her up the stairs to the family bedrooms.
Lilly screamed when Eden flung the door open.
Eden turned to Ryan, “We will need Lilly, please bring her down.”
Ryan frowned, “What if she doesn’t want to come?”
Eden smiled, “You are bigger than she is. I trust you can work this out.”
Ryan grinned; he was going to like being a part of this family. He walked over to the bed, “Are you mad at me, Lilly?”
She was hiding, “Go away!”
Eden stood at the door, “You have five minutes, and then we need to start!”
“Lilly, you need to come out of those blankets,” Ryan said, walking over to the bed.
The blankets shook, and Ryan assumed that meant that she wasn’t coming.
So, he grabbed the whole lot and threw it over his shoulder. The countess had said that it would be worth his while, and quite frankly, he had tried everything else.
CHAPTER 20
It was a ragtag group of misfits in his own drawing room. Phillip did a double take just to be certain he didn’t enter the wrong home.
“Elias, what are you doing here?”
Elias grinned, “Always a pleasure to see you, Randall, thank you for having us.”
