Wedded in Scandal

He placed himself at her entrance and she looked in awe at his large mushroom head and thick stalk. It amazed her that he could fit in her, and indeed as he slowly pressed inside, she felt her whole body stretch around him.

Inch by slow inch he entered her and she had the dual view in front of her and of his backside in the mirror. And then he was fully seated, and she completely impaled. Opened, pinned, and impaled. Never would she have thought it would excite her to feel this vulnerable, but she did. And looking in his eyes, she could see an answering hunger in him.

Then he withdrew slowly until he was fully out, his breath coming in shuddering gasps as he lowered her legs from his shoulders.

She frowned. “Robert?”

He bent down and pulled out a French letter from his pocket, opening it to show it to her. “I cannot do that again without risk,” he said. “Do you—”

“Oh, God!” She’d forgotten it. Again!

He looked at her face. “I have been worried about the last time. I didn’t remember then. I—”

“I know. But I had my courses last week, so we are fine. I mean, there is no baby.”

He exhaled a heavy breath in relief. “Thank goodness. I would have cared for the babe. Made sure everything was as you wanted it. But—”

“It’s better this way.” She touched his hand and the condom he held.

“Yes,” he agreed. Then he showed her how to put it on him. It was an amazing thing, really, and it warmed her to know that he had thought of this. And that warmth translated to desire. And love. Such love she felt for him.

This time when he entered her, there was no holding back. Though she thought he intended to go slow, her patience had already run out. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to grip him inside and out. And she wanted to feel him thrusting deep.

He gave her what she wanted. He rammed into her while she cried out at every impact. And she watched in the mirror as his buttocks tightened and his back bowed.

Her belly was tightening, her thighs were adding to his rhythm. Again and again.

Bliss!

She came back to herself in his arms. How he had managed to twist them around such that she now sat on his lap was beyond her. But he had, and now she rested full and still impaled in his arms.

“You are a marvel,” she said as she kissed his beard-rough jaw.

“Hmm,” he rumbled. “I was about to say the same to you.” Then he straightened, his eyes serious as he looked into hers. “Helaine, I have something to ask you. This is not quite the way I’d envisioned, but—”

Thump, thump!

Helaine slapped a hand over Robert’s mouth. He had heard it, too, so he kept himself very still. And there it was again. Thump, thump on the back stairs.

“Helaine?” came her mother’s voice from the doorway. “I heard a noise.”

Robert’s eyes widened and his lips curved in laughter. Helaine glared him into silence as she called out to her mother.

“Don’t come down!” she called. “I, uh, I dropped a glass and it broke. There are shards everywhere.”

“Oh, dear. I’ll get the broom—”

“No, no! I’ve got it!” Helaine pushed herself off Robert, silently mourning the loss of him inside her, but mortified by the idea of her mother finding her like this. She was hastily pulling on her gown as she tried to warn her mother away. “Pray go back to bed, Mama. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“But you should go to bed, dear. You have to be up and dressed for the wedding ever so early tomorrow.”

“I know, I know!” She had pulled on her gown, but was having trouble buttoning it. Robert helped her out, of course, his fingers much more sure. But the damned man did it while still sitting down. Naked!

“Were you drinking tea?” Her mother asked as she made it to the main floor, but not around the corner into the workroom. “Where is that mop?”

“Go upstairs, Mama!” Helaine cried in near panic. Then she had an inspiration. “Could you warm a pan for me? For my bed? And throw some more coal on the upstairs fire?”

The sounds from the closet stilled. “I suppose, though it’s not that cold a night.”

“I’m freezing, Mama,” Helaine countered. “Please, would you do that for me?”

She heard her mother sigh. “All right. But I think it’s a waste of coal. Come up soon.”

“Right away.”

Helaine waited a moment, listening to her mother’s steady tread back up the stairs. When she heard the coal rattle in the pan, she exhaled a sigh of relief. Then she turned to Robert, who was still sitting on the bench completely at ease. At least he’d pulled on his pants, but his upper torso was still completely nude. “Get dressed!”

“But—”

“Good God, Robert, my mother could come back down here any minute.”

He gave a worried glance up the stairs, then returned to look back at Helaine. “I would like to ask you something, my dear. As I said, it’s not exactly the time.”

“It’s not the time at all!” she said as she tossed him his shirt. “Whatever it is will wait until tomorrow.”

He grimaced as his shirt hit him in the face. But then he pulled it away and she was startled to see how very serious he had become. “That’s too late, my dear. Really it will only take a moment.”

“Which is all my mother needs to get worried and come back down here.”

“Helaine!”

“No! I shall be there first thing in the morning to help Gwen with her gown. She’s invited me to the wedding, you know. I hope that doesn’t upset you.”

“Upset me? I asked her if she’d like you to come. If—”

“Ssst!” she hissed as her mother continued to thump around upstairs. They both waited as still as statues to see where her mother would go. She thought for a moment that the woman would come back down the stairs, but after a bit, there was a different creak in a different place. Helaine exhaled. Her mother had gone into a bedroom. Probably Helaine’s to put the warming pan in. Which meant the woman would be back down in less than a minute to haul her daughter up to bed.

“My dear—,” Robert began again, but Helaine rushed to the door and pulled it open.

“It can wait until morning.”

Robert frowned, obviously hating that idea, but Helaine would have none of it.

“Go!” Then she grabbed his shoes, dropped them in his hands, and shoved him out the door. She felt bad seeing him stumble outside in bare feet and bare chested. But sure enough, she heard her mother’s tread on the stairs again.

“Helaine?”

“Coming, Mama!” Then she shut and locked the door tight.

Chapter 25

Helaine was in the middle of a yawn when Dribbs opened the door. Fortunately, she had enough warning to hide it behind her gloved hand. He nodded gravely to her and ushered her inside. Barely a minute later, she was upstairs in Gwen’s room, where the girl was seated before her mirror dabbing color onto her cheeks.

“Oh, no!” cried Helaine. “You don’t need that. You are perfect without—”

“You are here!” Gwen cried as she abandoned her paint pot to engulf Helaine in a fierce hug. “I am so glad.”