Page 20 of Just Think of the Scandal (The Fairplace Family Novellas #2)

One week later

Blatherwycke Hall

Theo fondled the length of his instrument, eyeing his wife.

She saw the naked lust in his gaze and blushed. But she let her pale yellow dressing gown slip further off her shoulder. “Do you like it?” Eliska asked shyly.

“Very much.” Theo turned his hand over the rod and spread his legs. “Come here.”

Eliska crossed the bedroom, the silk of her dressing robe and nightrail whispering against her skin. It made his cock hard. “Yes, husband?” Her voice made all his hair stand on end. She stopped between his legs.

Theo wanted to rip the robe right off her. “Is the door shut?”

She nodded. “I think we have the entire wing to ourselves.” Then she blushed. “Everyone knows what we’re doing. Because it’s our wedding night.”

Theo grinned. He rather liked the idea of everyone knowing he was the lucky bastard who got to make love to Mrs. Eliska Fairplace—a surprising change from when he felt like a theater spectacle. “The servants are too busy cleaning up after the house party to think of us. And if they do, it will just remind them of their own times.”

“At least Uncle Erswich and Evelyn left after the ceremony.”

Theo agreed with that. “I dislike our relatives. But Erswich did bring us together, in his own way, so I suppose I’ll have to tolerate the Huston-Ives.”

Eliska giggled. Then she arched her brows and looked at his lap. “Are you going to hold that all night, or are you going to hold your bride?”

Theo set his crutch on the ground and heaved himself into a standing position. It had taken three days before he’d gotten out of the vicar’s spare bed, and then they’d had a whole afternoon’s carriage ride back to Blatherwycke. Neither felt like traveling by train for a while. They planned to travel to the Bohemian Lands next month for a honeymoon and legal trip, and would journey mostly by boat and carriage.

Eliska smiled up at him. “Can you hobble to the bed?”

He scoffed. “Hobble? I’ll show you.”

“Or I can help you.” She ran a finger down his chest, tracing a lazy, meandering path to his trousers and hooked her index finger in his waistband.

“Mmmm, on second thought, I’m weak. So weak. You’ll have to support me with your whole body.” Theo dramatically staggered. “No, too far. Too professional. I need you closer. Your breasts, darling, I need your breasts supporting my side.”

She snickered but obliged, walking with him to the bed. She took his crutch and set it aside, then eased him onto the bed.

When they’d arrived at Blatherwycke, they’d met a recalcitrant baron and Theo’s mother frazzled with worry. Once Theo had assured his mother he was recovering, he’d demanded his uncle call their rector back and marry them immediately. It turned out the rector was out of town for a few days, so for four days Theo had to chastely kiss Eliska’s cheek goodnight and watch his mother walk Eliska back to her rooms. He’d fallen asleep in his bed alone, uncomfortable, and yearning for his betrothed. But now, he supposed as he fell back on the soft mattress and brought her to settle beside him on her side, it was worth it. His leg was stable enough now he could be intimate with Eliska again, and while the sudden abstinence nearly made him go mad, it made this much sweeter.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Eliska’s teasing demeanor vanished, replaced with concern.

Theo was oddly touched. “Are you exercising your wifely privilege already?” At her confused look, he explained. “Wives are always worrying over their husbands.”

She rolled her eyes. “Because men never take care of themselves. It’s the same in Prague as in England. And likely everywhere in the world.”

Theo cupped her face with one hand. “I like it. I love knowing I belong to you, and you take care of your people. And I promise to worry over you, too.” Then his smile turned wicked. “Let me prove to you how ready I am.” He ran his fingers through her loose hair, then reached for her hand and placed it over his erection. He raised one brow. “See?”

Eliska shook her head and laughed. “Very well. But tell me if I start hurting you.”

Theo put both his hands behind his head and gave her a very satisfied look. “Maybe I’ll lie back and make you do all the work.”

Eliska’s eyes sparked, then she blushed and looked away.

“What?” Theo was instantly intrigued. “Eliska, I demand you tell me your thoughts at once.”

She rubbed his erection but didn’t look at him. “I was thinking that good girls are very industrious and known for their hard work.”

His cock practically leaped in her hand. He forced his voice to remain even. “You liked that game?”

Eliska nodded.

“I’m so glad,” he purred. “Because I was hoping some sweet, biddable girl would come along and please me. Will you be sweet?”

She nodded.

“Will you be biddable?”

She nodded.

“You’ll obey all my commands?”

She hesitated.

Theo stroked her arm. “It’s a game,” he reassured softly. “And we’ll learn how to play the game together. I’ll learn what orders you want to hear and you’ll learn how I like to be obeyed. It’s always for both of us. If both of us aren’t happy, then it’s no longer a game we’ll play.”

“I’ll obey everything my lord and master requires,” she replied with a saucy toss of her head. The firelight highlighted the rose and gold of her hair.

“My first command,” Theo said as soon as he could breathe again, “Is to prepare yourself for me.” He gestured with his chin. “Take off your clothes. Slowly.”

Eliska didn’t hesitate. She even twirled her hair a bit, undulating her body in an enticing manner. By the time she was naked with all that lovely expanse of skin on display, Theo was rock hard.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped.

She slid her hand down her belly, combing her maidenhair with her fingernails, and then slid two fingers along her quim. Her body rippled at the pleasurable sensation. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

“No, you must look at me,” Theo insisted. He’d almost begged, but remembered just in time he was supposed to be in charge here.

Eliska slowly drew her head up and looked at him, her eyes glazed with lust. It took all of his self-control not to pull his hands from behind his head, grab her, and rut her into the mattress.

“Pinch those pretty nipples for me.”

She obeyed, plumping and firming her breasts. Those dusky nipples darkened with desire as she played, one hand between her legs and one plucking at her nipples.

Theo’s whole body was tense. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. And they’d only just started. “Put a finger inside yourself,” he crooned. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me what I’m missing.”

Eliska twisted her hand to obey. Her gasp made his blood boil. “Oh, I feel full. I feel like I’ve been so empty and aching, and it’s finally been staunched.” She smiled slyly. “But not enough. I’ll need you to staunch it completely.”

Theo’s resolve crumbled. “I need you.”

“Good girls always give their husbands what they need.” She nodded seriously, then jerked as her fingers must’ve hit a particularly wonderful spot.

“Up,” he demanded. “Up here. Sit on my face.”

She blinked, likely in shock. He’d meant to introduce her to the greater variety of sexual acts more slowly, but he couldn’t help it. And it was his wedding night, damnit. He withdrew his hands from his pillow and grabbed her hips as she got to her knees. He guided her to hover above him, her knees on the edges of his pillow.

“This is a rather, erm, vulnerable position,” Eliska said. “Are you staring at me?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Theo turned his head and kissed the inside of one thigh. “It’s the most beautiful sight in the world.”

She made a bashful sound.

“I’m serious.” He nipped her thigh. “I used to love sunrises. Now I love how pretty and pink you are. I can’t wait to make love to you during a Bohemian sunrise next season.” He had the perfect view. Theo was laid back, as comfortable as could be, and heaven hovered just above him. He stared at her sex, noting the variation of pink skin tones the nearer to her sheathe and nubbin. Pale, dawn hair curled at the edges, framing this decadent vision. Folds of skin tucked and swirled, curving in sensual lines. Her lips gleamed from her own arousal, and the sight drove him mad.

“You smell divine,” he choked out. “I could look at you all night.” The shadows played across the ridges and valleys her skin made, a tantalizing peekaboo that made him yearn to discover all her secrets. Theo gently pulled her hips down. “On my face now.”

Eliska obeyed, but he could tell she was uncertain. “A good girl will answer me honestly when I ask a question,” Theo prefaced, relishing the heat of her body all around him. “Do you want to try this, or do you want to wait?”

Eliska thought for a moment. “I think I want to try this.”

Pride warmed his heart. “My good, sweet girl.” He kissed the very heart of her. “I’ll make sure you love it.” He kept his hands bracketing her thighs, supporting as she lowered onto his face.

And then he feasted.

Theo licked and nipped, sucked and hummed. He twisted his tongue through every crease, in every crevice, around every plump piece of skin. He flicked his tongue inside of her, relishing how her body tensed and relaxed, then tensed again. Her arousal dripped into his mouth, and he lapped it up like the sweetest honey. He was in heaven. He could imagine no other place he’d rather be right now than under his wife’s quim. By the time he sucked her little nubbin between his lips and tongued it, she cried out and exploded. Her thighs clamped together, boxing his ears. He held on for dear life as she writhed above him. He couldn’t breathe and had never been happier about it.

When the waves of pleasure slowed, she wiggled down and rested on his chest, avoiding as many of the bruises as she could.

For several moments they silently looked at one another, stroking muscles and curves of flesh. Caressing healing bruises and scratches. Admiring one another as works of art.

Theo slid her down his body and she artfully avoided his broken leg. His cock throbbed at the sensation of her body sliding against it. “Ride me.” He whispered his command.

Eliska nodded. She rose up on her knees once more, this time notching his cock to her entrance, and gently sat down.

Theo bit his lower lip. She was so hot and slick.

When Eliska sat, his penis fully erect within her, she bent down and kissed his lips. “You’re covered in my fluids,” she told him. She planted her hands on his chest, and her thumbs rubbed his nipples.

“That’s my girl.” He urged her to move around him, to bring him in and out of her body. He thrust when his leg allowed, and all too soon his own body tensed in preparation of climax. She tensed around him, eyes wide with wonder and joy. He wanted to hold on longer, to enjoy the sparks down his spine and settling in his pelvis, but he liked her too much, and he flew past the cliff into his climax, spending his seed inside her. Theo gasped and shuddered with relief. Eliska curled over him, sheltering him with her body.

Tenderness filled his heart. He wrapped his body around hers and kissed her hair. “My love,” he murmured, not even sure what he was trying to say beyond that he was hers and she had his love for all eternity.

Eliska kissed his chest. “I’m so glad we married.”

Theo was too happy to smile. He nuzzled her hair. “Just think of the scandal if we hadn’t.”

She snorted with laughter. “Ah, my love, just think of the life we have ahead of us.”

Theo did. His arms tightened around her. “I can’t wait.”

The End