Chapter 8
“You’re licking me so well,” Lucy moaned while gripping the squabs of Adam’s plush carriage.
He had dressed her in the Forest — in a charmingly awkward way that showed he’d never been a lady’s maid — and whisked her into his lacquered vehicle before tossing up her skirts and diving into her well-used cunny.
As she held her skirts, Adam had pulled back from her quim to let the interior lamps show the remains of other men's spend on his lips.
“Oh god,” she groaned, bringing her fingers down to rub at her hard little nub. His willingness to share her and then clean up the seed made her unspeakably hot, unable to go for even a moment without touching her cunt.
But what would he say and do when he discovered that she’d been hiding the fact that they already had a baby on the way?
It had been one thing when she assumed he was a callous arse.
Why, when confronted with the news, he might reveal himself to be one yet and revert to tossing some banknotes in her direction.
She didn’t want to lose the magic of what they’d shared this night to an unhappy ending.
Now pregnant with emotions and Adam’s baby, her heart couldn’t handle it.
Yet she suspected his feelings were genuine, which meant that she’d been keeping a considerable secret from him. A secret that involved him directly.
But then Adam dove in and sucked her nub so hard she had to scratch at the leather interior of his fine conveyance.
“Oh no, I’ve marked it!” she cried, looking at the gouges made by her nails.
Adam’s head popped up, his lips glazed. “Do it all over. Gush on my seats. Mark this place as yours, as you have done me.”
When she felt the tanned leather give way again under her nails as she exploded on Adam’s tongue and fingers, Lucy reflected that if he broke her heart now, she might never recover.
***
As Adam handed Lucy down from the carriage in front of the Astwell townhouse, he drew her nearer.
“I want you to have something,” he said.
She must have looked stricken because he rushed to say, “No, not that. God, not that. I am deeply sorry for my awkward mistake. I should have never…”
She waited patiently.
“I should have never given you banknotes after taking your virginity in the duke’s hallway. I wanted you to have money for things you like, and I only realized later that you might have understood the gesture differently.”
Lucy continued to regard him silently.
“I won’t apologize for wanting you to have things,” he said stubbornly. “I want to provide many things for you that please you. And if you prefer to take them from me rather than receiving them, we can do that. You can have anything on my person, including my pocketbook.”
Lucy drew near, looping an arm around his waist beneath his finely tailored coat. Then she deftly reached into his front pocket and withdrew his pocketbook.
“Is that the case?” she asked, opening the billfold and extracting all the notes, then stuffing them into her bodice.
He groaned. “You know that gets me so hard, Luce. It’s unfair to do this to me on the street. When I’m still caged.”
She settled the billfold back in his pocket and cupped Adam where the wires restrained him. “Your little unruly cock is still hard for me?” she asked. “After all I’ve done for him? I think he needs a good long time to learn how to behave.”
“Keep talking like that, Luce, and he’s going to erupt whether or not I want him to.”
“And stain your fine trousers? You want to make a wet spot for me? Are you so hot you can’t contain your drooling little nub?”
“Lucy, Lucy, you’re a minx, a goddess, the devil,” he babbled, desperate for relief.
Lucy Makeblythe was not a tall woman, but in the Astwell townhouse drive, she soared with new power. If only they could share all their secrets, so they might discover their shared future.
“I want you to show me how badly you need me,” she said. “I will not touch you and you will not touch your cock, but you’re going to stain your trousers for me.”
Adam glanced to see that the coachmen and outriders weren’t listening in. Then he fixed Lucy with a predatory smile.
“You better keep me caged,” he said. “Because if you let me out, I’m going to put a baby in you. I might need to use French letters to prevent actually doing it, but my cock is going to need to put a baby in you.”
Lucy’s breasts felt heavy, and she wished they were inside the carriage again so she might rub her cunt as he talked, so provocative were his words.
Did this mean he wanted a baby by her? Could he possibly want the baby they’d already made?
Or did he want to merely play at getting her pregnant, as he had with the duchess?
“And when I get you properly knocked up, know that I will be a beast. Hiring the best doctors and nurses, checking on your progress, seeing that you’re outfitted with the prettiest gowns that show off your condition. The condition I put you in. If you don’t want that, keep me locked.”
Lucy’s hand drifted to her bodice, where she was restraining herself from rubbing her breasts to get some sort of pleasurable friction.
He was narrating her most private of fantasies, what she wanted and could not request or demand.
Her brain felt like it was folding in on itself as if made of nothing more than honeycomb, sending viscous liquid down her spine.
What he’d done in that hallway was nothing; this was the ultimate seduction.
But what if he was enraged or disappointed to discover that she was already pregnant — and hadn’t invited him to share these moments he so clearly wanted?
“If you think the contents of my pocketbook are anything, wait until the baby arrives, love. I’ll be beating my cock raw as you nurse my child and raring to give you another. You’ll be dripping in my jewels. I’ve made babies all over town, but I’ve never had one of my own. One with you.”
Lucy shook almost imperceptibly, realizing that he wanted exactly the thing he already had — and simply didn’t know it yet. What if she told him now? Tears sprang to her eyes, her emotions bigger than ever because of the baby. What if she’d ruined everything by not telling him before?
“How was I living without you?” he asked, moving his hand to stroke her hair, then pulling back when he recalled her orders not to touch her. She couldn’t think about the larger issues now. She’d have to send him on his way so she could think. Sort out what to do.
Lucy moved close, her full skirts pressing against his legs and clothed, caged cock, then laid a gentle kiss on his lips. He opened his mouth to her and let her tongue slide along his own as they nibbled and sucked at each other's lips.
“Adam, don’t you want to come?” she asked, giving his arse a squeeze.
He gripped the carriage door handle as his orgasm sent his cock against that delicious cage, his sack giving up the last of his seed. The wet spot spread on his fine tailoring like a brand. Her brand.
Lucy ran her fingers over the patch of seed while she nodded playfully, covering up her fear and the waves of feelings that had become difficult to contain in the closed space. “You seem to have made a mess. Looks like you’ll have to go home and clean yourself up.”
“I’ll clean myself up,” he said. “And I’ll keep this contraption clean, so I’m ready for you.”
Lucy raised her brows. He pressed a small key into her palm.
“When you’re ready, come and unlock me. I’ll wait for you.”