Chapter 18
LEAH
"I knew he had a little tendre for you," Charlotte said in her kitchen the next day.
She poured coffee into the mug on the table in front of me.
Ben and I had walked over after sleeping late.
He had kept me up most of the night, showing me all the different ways he liked to fuck, which I discovered I liked just as much.
Besides not being the frigid bitch Paul had called me, I'd learned I was actually quite wanton.
After the first time where Ben had allowed me to keep on my dress for modesty--which was humorous since we'd fucked, our bodies connected in the most elemental of ways--I'd been perfectly content remaining unclothed.
The reason was simple. Ben liked me that way.
I knew this by every heated gaze, the way his cock grew as he touched a nipple, in awe that it would furl into a tight tip just by the lightest of touches.
He'd also told me so, over and over again.
He'd even repeated his words I'm in love with you.
It hadn't just been a man trying to get beneath my skirts.
I'd, of course, had propositions of that kind from men who had no such offerings of love, nor of marriage.
They'd most assuredly felt the lure of my rumored fortune.
It hadn't been me that had insisted a love match, but Ben.
He'd wanted to marry me even knowing I was a paupered, skittish widow. He loved me.
"He was quite convincing," I told her, blowing on my hot coffee.
"I'll bet. Those men certainly know how to convince."
Ben had his own special form of convincing and I clenched my back entrance tightly about it.
He'd insisted he play with my ass some more before we left the house.
I'd been on my knees, holding onto the iron filigree of the headboard as he coated my back entrance as well as his thumb with slick oil and worked me open.
He'd taken his time, slowly relaxing my clenched ring of muscle, then slipping through to fill me.
His thumb moved in and out of me, fucking my ass as he whispered in my ear, kissed my nape and behind my neck.
You're so tight, sweetheart. Imagine what it's going to feel like with my cock filling you here. So full. I'm going to claim your ass, coat you with my seed and brand you as mine.
The one thing he didn't do was allow me to come. In fact, he'd slipped his thumb free and surprised me by something small and hard in its place.
"This is a plug, sweetheart. I'm going to slip it into your ass and you're going to hold it within you while we go to Charlotte's for lunch."
"Ben," I whined, more from not being able to come than the hard object he was working into me. It was comparable in size to his thumb, not overly large, but once seated, I was slightly stretched open and a little filled.
There was no question I thought only of my ass and how Ben would fuck me there while I chatted innocently with Charlotte.
"Very convincing," she reiterated. We burst out in laughter and this was how the men found us.
"They are content without us, Ben," Liam said, going over to lean forward and kiss the top of Charlotte's head.
"Speak for yourself," Ben grumbled. Instead of a simple kiss, he pulled me up and into his arms to give me a heated, languorous kiss.
His tongue dipped into my mouth to tangle with mine and his hands at the back of my head angled me just to his liking.
It was so easy to sink into the kiss, into him, but the soft laughter of our friends had Ben lifting his head.
He hadn't come either and I could see the need on his face.
Once he slipped the plug within me, we'd dressed and readied ourselves for leaving the house.
He'd said we would never make it if we hadn't donned our clothes.
"Why don't you kiss me that way?" Charlotte asked.
Liam arched a brow, glanced at Ben, then to his wife. "It appears that the gauntlet has been tossed. Say farewell to our guests, baby."
Charlotte's mouth fell open. "You can't mean to...now?"
"Now," Liam replied. "Ben, let yourselves out."
Liam bent at the waist and lifted his wife unceremoniously over his shoulder so her hands pummeled his bottom.
"Keep it up, baby, and your ass will be next."
They walked out the kitchen door in the direction of the hall. We heard footfall on the steps, then a door upstairs slamming shut.
Ben tilted my chin up to look at him. "It appears we are quite alone."
I was surprised by the eagerness of Liam to bed Charlotte, another example of how a couple could be happily married and were vastly attracted to each other. It made me think that my marriage to Ben was actually quite normal while what I lived through with Paul was an aberration.
"What should we do with all this time?" he asked. I recognized the heated, interested gleam in his eye. "Perhaps pull that plug from your ass? Do you know I've been thinking about it and how much I want to fuck you all this time?"
I stood and looked around the room. "Here? We can't do that in their kitchen. They're right upstairs!"
"I really don't think they'll be coming down for quite sometime. But I agree. This isn't the place. I want to be somewhere I can fuck you without the chance of being interrupted."
We returned to our house with hasty and eager steps and Ben had me pressed up against the front door and his mouth on mine before I could say a word. It was the completion of the kiss in our friends' kitchen, but it was only a precursor I knew would lead to more. So much more.
"I've filled you up again and again, sweetheart. We've most assuredly made a baby."
My eyes widened at his words. I hadn't thought about the chances of that. "It...it didn't happen with Paul. Perhaps I'm barren."
Lifting my chin so I looked into his dark eyes, he said, "No, love. You were just meant to have babies with me. You're going to be so full of my seed you won't have a chance not to make an impish little boy."
I had no idea why his words warmed me so.
He made me believe that a child between us was possible.
He was correct, it wasn't going to be for lack of trying.
"I think it would serve you right to have a little girl with jet black hair who will have you wrapped around her little finger. The boys will follow her."
"Like hell they will," Ben growled. He ducked and tossed me over his shoulder just as Liam did with Charlotte. "We're going to go make a boy, sweetheart. I'm in charge here."
As he carried me up the steps I knew that even though Ben was in charge, I truly did have all the power. I could rip his love to shreds, but I wouldn't. I could deny him my body and my pleasure, but I couldn't.
I could only give him my love.
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