The Good Sister: Part Two
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I was losing my mind. System overload.
“Yes, Ashton! Don’t stop!”
Ashton rubbed my pouting clit, pressed the tip of his thumb into my backside pucker, and thrust his pulsing cock in and out of me.
“I’m going to come!”
He pumped, pressed, and rubbed me.
“God yes, come,” he groaned.
“Ah … Yes!” I shook with the pleasure of a mind-blowing climax.
He pumped, rocking me forward in two hard thrusts, coming and yelling out my name in adulation. I fell forward, losing the strength in my shaking arms. Ashton patted my ass. He slowly pulled out of my body. Even softening, his cock was still impressive. I giggled when he kissed my bum. I deflated, lying on my stomach like a tire gone flat.
Ashton lay beside me and swiped his hand down my back as he gathered his breath. He was breathing like a wind-broke horse.
“I did not harm you, did I?”
I witnessed the worry upon his face. I smiled and touched the scowl upon his forehead.
“I’m wonderful,” I assured, stretching. “I promise you did not hurt me, Ashton. In fact, I was worried you would think I have turned into a wanton nympho I was moaning so much.”
Ashton kissed the tip of my nose. “As long as you are my wanton nympho, I assure you I shall be an extremely happy man.” He twirled one of my curls around his finger. “I know you are swollen and still sore, but I could not control myself.”
“I don’t want you to control yourself when you make love to me.”
“Is that your wish, Lady Archer?”
“Yes, Lord Archer, it is.” I smiled. “Can I just say that was—”
“Bloody fucking great.”
“My Lord,” I said with mock horror. “You just used the f-bomb.”
Ashton leaned over and placed a kiss to my lips. “There are times one must use strong language in order to get the point across.”
“And this was one of those times?”
“Absofuckinglutely.”
We both laughed, almost uncontrollably. My stomach growled and sent me into another fit of giggles.
“Trinity, I ordered breakfast. It should be arriving any moment. Are you hungry, my love?”
“Starving.”
There was a knock at the door.
“Speak of the devil,” Ashton said. “I am sure that is room service.”
Half way through breakfast, before I could finish my crepes, Ashton snapped. He took me right there on the dining room table. The plates as well as the utensils went flying in a heated fury when he lifted me up, laid me back, tore off my robe, spread my legs, and finished eating his breakfast between my thighs. As I was coming, he entered my body with his stiff, unyielding cock.
“Oh God, Ashton!”
Ashton smiled wickedly, looking down at me while I writhed, breasts shimmying with each thrust, completely sprawled out on top of the table. I bit the crook of my thumb, muffling my moans. We came, together.
After the loss of control at breakfast, round three on the floor of the living room, the subsequent, dare I say fabulous and mutual climax in the shower, not to mention a steamy hot bought of kissing as we rode the elevator, I ended up in the lobby of the hotel while Ashton checked us out.
Ashton is indeed a sex god. I was happy, sore, pleasured, exhausted, energized, excited, scared, and then there was sadness because I was sad to actually leave. I glanced around the lobby, committing it to memory, but I knew no matter how long I lived, I would never forget my time with Lord Archer on our unplanned honeymoon in the Hotel de Crillon.
“Shall we?” Ashton asked, taking my hand. The bellboy carried our bags.
“Yes.”
I snuggled up on Ashton’s arm once we were in the car, figuring it would be a long drive back to the chateau. I was surprised when the car came to a stop in front of a store. Ashton helped me out of the car, took my hand, and led me through the glass doors.
“Cartier!” I exclaimed.
Ashton let out a guffaw.
“I told you, my dove; I would secure you a ring.”
“Ashton, this is too much. I don’t need a fancy ring.”
“You are my wife, and my wife shall have anything her heart desires, but I desire a fancy ring.”
“But…”
“Come, my dove,” he said, placing his arm around me, keeping me tucked into the side of his body where I felt secure.
“Lord Archer,” a tall, extremely graceful woman greeted. “Welcome. It is good to see you again.”
I was surprised the woman didn’t speak French nor did she have a French accent, then I was surprised hearing the woman say it was good to see him … did she say again?
“One of my associates explained you were in need of an engagement ring.”
“Yes. Whatever ring my dove finds appealing,” Ashton replied.
The blonde woman smiled at me. “And you must be his dove?”
“Yes,” I confirmed. “I am Trinity.”
Ashton smiled as if he were as proud as a peacock.
“I am pleased to meet you, Trinity. I am Siena, executive sales for Cartier Paris.”
“It is nice to meet you, Siena.”
“Well, if you will both come with me, we will have a private showing.”
A private showing?
Ashton and I walked past cases and cases of glimmering jewels before finally coming to a stop in a separate room which looked … plush would be the best way to describe it. Beneath the glitter of the crystal chandeliers, Ashton and I took a seat on a long red chaise while several sales associates brought in shimmering diamond rings on black padded trays. Music started. Magic from the ceiling overhead.
Each tray was set atop a large glass table in front of us. Then the sales associates marched out of the room, reminding me of a formal retreat. Siena took a seat in a high-backed chair. She crossed her long tanned legs. I can only imagine my expression defined stunned. I was speechless, unsure what to do.
“Pick,” Ashton said.
“Ashton…” I protested, resting my hand upon his knee.
“Pick any ring you desire, my love.”
I glanced up into his eyes. “You want me to just pick a ring?”
“Yes.”
I reached out with a trembling hand, moving my fingers over the vast selection of diamonds, with no idea of which to pick. They were all beyond words. How had this become my life? How was it possible for this man to love me?
I placed my fingers on a ring. Picked it up. It reminded me of an heirloom. The center stone was emerald cut with what looked like hundreds of facets glittering from within the stone. It was in a platinum setting with diamonds embedded within the band, and coming to a curling v where the band met the emerald cut stone. Beneath the setting of the emerald cut stone were more pavé stones. It was beautiful, timeless, and I couldn’t hold back my smile.
“That would be an excellent choice,” Siena said.
“Do you fancy this ring?” Ashton asked.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, placing it back onto the tray.
“Ms. Lexington,” Ashton said, “how many carats is this particular ring?”
“The ring Trinity was holding is 4.49 carats, but we do have this ring in 1.50 carats.”
“We shall take this ring.” Ashton plucked it up from the tray. “And I wish to look at wedding bands also.”
“Of course, Lord Archer,” Siena replied and tapped a buzzer at her side.
The formal regiment of sales associates returned, removing the trays. Siena leaned over the table and measured my ring finger.
“Carla, we need the Ballerine ring 4.49 carats in a 16.5 mm,” Siena informed, “and please bring some matching wedding bands for Lord Archer’s inspection.”
Carla nodded and left the room.
“Did you receive my other request?” Lord Archer asked of Siena as he placed the ring I’d picked into Siena’s hand.
“Yes. Give me one moment,” Siena replied.
“I believe this was your special request,” Siena replied, handing the box to Ashton.
Ashton nodded, took the box then turned toward me. He grabbed my hand and placed the box into my palm.
“This is for you, my dove.”
“Ashton, I—”
“It is to remind you of our wedding day.”
As if I could ever forget. I flipped the lid on the box. Inside was a diamond encrusted charm of two intertwined wedding bands. This charm answered my question as to how Ashton knew Siena. It matched the other two charms Ashton had given me. The horse charm I received on my nineteenth birthday, and the heart charm for Valentine’s Day.
“Thank you, Ashton. It is beautiful,” I said, lifting my wrist, allowing him to attach the sparkling charm next to the horse and the heart. “You are a wonderful man.”
“I am a lucky man. A blessed man. And I love you,” he said.
Carla was back with two trays of diamond wedding bands. I picked up a simple band with only a few pavé diamonds.
“Excellent choice,” Siena said, giving Carla the order. “If you will excuse me for just one moment, I will secure your choices,” Siena confirmed before leaving the room with Carla.
I needed to kiss Ashton. So I did. I covered my leg over his. My hands roamed up the placket of his navy blue shirt.
“I’m sorry, please excuse me. I did not mean to interrupt,” Siena said as she entered to find Ashton and me snogging.
I know I blushed. I moved off of Ashton. He just smiled as if nothing in the world was a foot, masterfully shifting his position on the chaise.
“Here are your purchases,” Siena said, handing two ring boxes to Ashton.
“Thank you, Ms. Lexington. As always I appreciate your assistance.”
“Thank you, Lord Archer. We at Cartier appreciate your patronage.”
Siena handed Ashton a slip to sign that showed the cost of the patronage he was giving to Cartier. Seeing the figure at the bottom of the credit slip, I felt the edges of the room shimmer. It wasn’t in Euros or Pounds. It was in Dollars. I started to hyperventilate.
“What’s wrong?” Ashton asked.
He dropped everything.
“Panic attack,” I managed to mutter.
I bent over, placed my head between my knees, and tried to gain oxygen for my lungs.
“Shall we call for medical assistance?” Siena asked.
I shook my head no. Ashton jumped up from the chaise. In a swift movement he was in front of me, upon his knees, and rubbing my back.
“Breathe for me, my dove,” he said, calmly. “Relax. Listen to my voice and breathe in and out, in and out…”
I listened to him. Took a breath.
“There,” he said, softly. “You are breathing now, my love.”
“I’m sorry,” I managed to squeak.
“Shh …You have nothing to worry about, and absolutely nothing to apologize for.”
“It’s embarrassing. People will think I’m insane.”
“No one believes you are insane. Therefore, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Breathe for me.”
Siena returned with a cup.
“Here, Trinity. Take a drink,” she offered.
I sat upright. I wanted to crawl under the lounger, but reached out with a shaky hand and took the cup. Placed the cup to my lips. Took a sip. The cold water hit the spot. I took in deeper breaths.
“Thank you. I am fine,” I said.
Ashton picked up the paper, the pen, and the ring boxes. He signed his name at the bottom of the slip before handing the paper back to Siena.
“If you do not mind, may we have a moment? I wish Trinity to have a few more moments of relaxation before we leave.”
“Not a problem, Lord Archer,” Siena assured, turning to go.
Ashton combed his fingers through my long hair, moving some curls over my shoulder. “What happened, my dove?”
I confessed, “I saw the cost. It made my heart and my stomach flip over in double time with panic. It’s too much money, Ashton. Do you realize the cost of my wedding ring is more money than my mother makes in a year’s worth of salary? I don’t need such things, nor do I deserve them. I’m use to eating macaroni and cheese. Worrying how my mother will pay the rent.”
“Shh…” he soothed, rubbing my cheek with his thumb before running the pad of his thumb over the swell of my bottom lip. “Trinity, my love. You never need to agonize over money again. I will always take care of you, and I will take care of your family. It is true, money I have, but it means nothing without you, without your happiness. You deserve so much more than I can ever give. I never wish to hear you say you deserve nothing. You are my wife, and you shall never want for anything.”
“But—”
Ashton cut me off with a kiss.
When the kiss ended Ashton smiled, moved to bend down upon his knee, taking my hand in his. He pulled off my ring of Venus and placed it upon my right ring finger before he placed my wedding ring onto the third finger of my left hand.
“Trinity,” he said. His eyes were scorching a brilliant silver-blue. “I love you with all that I am. Will you marry me?”
“I can’t,” I said. “I’m afraid you are too late. I’m already married.”
Ashton guffawed, tapping the tip of my nose.
“Will you marry me again?”
“I would marry you a hundred times over, my lord.”
Ashton kissed me then sat down beside me.
“I will hold on to the wedding band until we have our formal wedding. So for now, as far as everyone else is concerned, you are my fiancée.”
“Ashton, what do you think your parents are going to say?”
“My mother will cry, hug you until you never wish to be hugged again, then immediately start plans for a formal engagement party along with the long line of boring events to show you off. You need to prepare yourself. My mother will present you to society like a shining gift.”
Ashton sighed.
“What?”
“My father, on the other hand,” Ashton said with a stern look upon his face. “Who knows?”
“Who knows?”
“He is very….” Ashton seemed to be considering, rubbing his thumb up the middle of his chin. “I believe you would call him stuffy.”
“Oh.”
“How do you wish to inform your mother?” Ashton asked.
I became stone still.
“My dove, are you all right? We are not feeling another panic attack looming, are we?”
I shook my head no.
“Then what is going on?”
“I really have no idea what to do about my mother. As far as she is concerned, I’m still in California with my Aunt Jane. It’s not like I can call her up and say, ‘oh, hey mom. I lied to you. I’m not really with Aunt Jane. I sort of followed Reid to France in hope I could make him love me. Oh yeah, and I also found a house of ill repute and moved in. But that’s not all, mom. I also met an Earl, fell hopelessly in love, and married him. So surprise! I’m no longer Trinity Winslow, I’m now Lady Archer.’”
Ashton laughed. “So this news would be shocking,” he agreed. “We shall think upon the best approach for your mother, but for now we shall focus our efforts on meeting my family and announcing our engagement.”
The ride back to the chateau was brief, only because I curled up on Ashton and fell asleep. I was surprised when he woke me with the news we had arrived, nonetheless happy to feel his lips pressed firmly upon mine. When the kiss became a little more heated, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth, our exit from the car waited.
“Ashton, we should get out of the car because if we continue I may do naughty things.”
Ashton guffawed. “Yes, I am in agreement, my dove. And by the by, you need to button your shirt.”
“And you need to zip your pants.”
Clothes straighten
ed, breath regained, and thoughts cleared, we left the confines of the car. When we walked through the door of the chateau, everyone came to meet us. That in itself wasn’t unusual, but what was unusual was the fact everyone seemed to be on edge.
“Welcome back, my petit,” Jacqueline greeted, giving me a peck on the cheek.
“What’s going on?” I asked. “Why is everyone looking like someone died?”
“Reid is here,” Breeze confessed in a rush, blurting out the words. “He’s been on a rant.”
As if a tornado called forth on cue, Reid stormed into the foyer.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, glaring at me. “Do you know how worried I have been about you? I knew Archer was coming, but you never said anything about leaving with him.”
“Reid,” Alec, Jacqueline’s muscle and right hand man, said in his warning voice. “You will calm your voice and control your anger while speaking with Trinity, or I will throw you out.”
Ashton stepped in front of me.
“Reid,” he said, and to my surprise he was using a polite tone. “I understand how you might worry for Trinity. However, I can assure you, I would never allow any harm to befall her.”
Reid’s eyes flickered fury.
“Archer.” Reid’s voice sounded as though acid was on his tongue. “I really could care less what you have to say.”
“Stop it!” I said. I huffed around Ashton, feet planted firmly. “Reid, you have no claim over me nor do you have any say in who I spend my time with or where I go.”
Reid glared at me for a moment then the glare changed to anger apparent as his features turned to stone. His silver eyes narrowed. Ashton held on to my waist, as if he were ready to snatch me back and pummel Reid if necessary.
“Trinity,” Reid said through clenched jaw. “Do you want to tell me something?”
“No,” I said, lifting the set of my chin.
“So you don’t want to tell me why you are wearing a fucking rock on your hand?”