Page 77 of A Lady's Dangerous Secret
“If you’re already so, um, excited, would it take that long?”
“It wouldn’t, but I’m going to give you the wedding night you deserve.”
“There has to be a different way.” Lottie slid off his lap and before he could protest, she pulled down his breeches and smallclothes. His member eagerly sprung free, engorged and close to the point of release. Lottie reached out and encircled it with her right hand, rubbing her fingers around it, as if she was taking stock of his manhood.
“Lottie,” James groaned.
“Right.” She gave a slight nod of her head, almost to herself, and moved her hand to his base. James let out a hiss from a mere stroke. His wife made him feel like an untried youth. James remained tense while he waited for her to continue. Instead, Lottie dove down and took him in her mouth.
“Oh!” James grabbed on to the edge of the seat with both hands. In spite of Lottie’s initial gusto, she now gingerly eased his member into her throat before pulling back and repeating it again, but deeper this time. James was about to explode.
Lottie paused for a moment and looked up at him with those big blue eyes. “Is this all right?” James would never forget the image of his wife staring at him while his cock rose in front of her face. James used every last ounce of control to not spend this instant.
“Yes,” James answered through gritted teeth.
She licked the head of his member before she took him again with her mouth. James could not take the torment much longer.He reached out to her nape, careful not to tussle her hair and guided Lottie with the pace and the depth. She sucked on him more vigorously and took him deeper into her throat. James had never felt anything so exquisite in his life. Well, except when he was actually sinking into her cunny, but this was damn close. Lottie became more comfortable with every movement back and forth, and soon, her tongue circled him while she sucked. James teetered on the edge as he felt the pressure build until a darting of her tongue over his tip sent him all the way.
James let out a yelp, and he pulled his member from her mouth and released on the seat. His head fell back, and all the energy drained out of his body. James stayed like this with his eyes closed until his erratic breathing calmed down. With the little wherewithal he had left, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He handed it to Lottie, who wiped her mouth before he used it to clean up the seat.
“That was fun.” Lottie looked at him wickedly, knowing she held all the power.
James let out a groan. “You minx. You’ll be the death of me.”
The coach slowed, and James mustered the energy to quickly shove his satisfied member back into his clothing. Charlotte also righted herself and attempted to smooth the wrinkles from her gown. The guests were not going to have guess hard to figure out how the newlywed couple passed the time between the church and the breakfast, but James did not care.
They were married.
Charlotte sat next to James on a settee and looked around at the friends and family who had gathered for their wedding breakfast. She was beyond happy. As she gazed contentedly atthe guests, she noted the groups that had formed in the drawing room after the meal.
Her aunt spoke animatedly to the Countess of Carrington and James’s mother, the Duchess of Westcliffe. Eleanor, Beatrice, Bridget, and James’s new sisters all sat together with their heads bent, likely gossiping or creating some kind of mischief. Jack Doherty sat on the opposite side of the room, looking deceivingly bored while the Earl of Carrington carried on a conversation around him. The only movements that gave away that Jack was not entirely unaffected were when his eyes darted to the group of Charlotte’s friends. Since the young women were together, she could not tell who caught his eye, or perhaps Jack’s case, offended him. She had noticed his vocal distaste for theton.Near the windows, Arthur spoke with the Duke of Westcliffe, probably about Parliamentary matters, given the passionate look on her brother’s face.
Charlotte placed her hand on James’s forearm, “It looks like most everyone is having a good time.”
“I entirely agree. I think our presence here is no longer needed.” James waggled his eyebrows at Charlotte.
James’s mother broke away from the other ladies and walked toward them. Charlotte was still amazed that this petite woman could have given birth to such a magnificent and large man. The Duchess’s raven hair and silver eyes, though, gave no doubt about her relation to James. Her Grace approached the newlyweds with a knowing look on her face.
“I have the coach waiting out front for you,” she stated, and then smiled while she eyed her son and new daughter-in-law. James had confided in Charlotte that he had never witnessed such lightheartedness in his mother until she was reunited with the Duke.
“Have I told you that you are the best mother in the entire world?” James replied innocently. Charlotte loved this playfulside of him that must have been buried deep down inside his hardened exterior.
“You may have mentioned it, but it needs to be repeated frequently to truly resonate.” The Duchess smiled lovingly at her son.
She made a shooing motion. “You two go and celebrate your wedding.”
James grabbed Charlotte’s hand and stood. They hurried to the door, hoping not to get waylaid by a well-wishing guest. They escaped uninterrupted and slipped into the awaiting town coach, with outriders.
Charlotte felt relieved for more than one reason. First, she no longer spiraled into a panic episode when she was enclosed in a carriage. She attributed this to feeling more at ease with James by her side, even though there was still the nagging sense thatle Diablewas always watching. Jack had told James he had taken care of the threat, and her husband trusted his best friend with his life. That trust would have to be enough for now. Second, Charlotte was en route to consummate her marriage with her delectable husband. It had been a long and arduous road to reach this point, filled with scrapes and scars, but she would do it all again if it meant being with James. Third and finally, Charlotte and James were embarking on the next chapter of their lives. For both of them, they now had each other and a sense of belonging. Although it would be difficult at first, she was ready to discard the epithet she had mentally carried throughout her life,the forgotten fifth.
She was now found.
Charlotte looked over at her finder, the man who truly saw her for who she was. Her usually upright husband was a vision of repose as he sprawled his muscular frame against the squabs opposite her. A few strands of sable hair fell over his forehead, giving him a roguish look, despite his perfectly tied cravat andfitted jacket and breeches. His face became lax, and he closed his eyes. The tension released from his body. Charlotte understood. It was the happiest day of her life, but it took fortitude to appear poised throughout the ceremony and wedding breakfast.
When James opened his eyes, Charlotte studied him. When they had first met, she saw only storms, but then the turmoil lessened. Now, his eyes were placid like the surface of a still pond on a wintry day reflecting the gray sky.
She watched these same eyes darken as they roved up and down her body. “Thankfully we only have to travel a stone’s throw away.”
“You promised me a proper consummation of marriage.”
