Lady Lillian

by S Cinders

  Lady Gen chose that moment to make her strike.

  Ryan, being a man of size and strength, knew that crying out would be considered unmanly, but damn if he didn’t want to.

  “Oh, pardon me, dear, did I catch you there?” Lady Gen’s clear blue eyes peered up into his.

  Ryan could have sworn she was laughing at him. Surely a woman of her age and station wouldn’t run around striking people for fun?

  “Not to worry,” he did his best to keep the pain out of his tone. What Ryan wanted to do, was howl like a baby.

  A smile cracked her weathered cheeks, “I am very fond of Lady Lillian, Mr. Stanford.”

  Ryan couldn’t believe this, wasn’t someone supposed to watch the elderly? Were they allowed to wander freely about during weddings?

  “I am overly fond of her as well, Lady Genevieve,” he replied.

  Her smile widened, “Yes, I would suppose that you are, that is why you are marrying the child. I just want to wish you well, Mr. Stanford, please care for her, be patient and loving, and let her be your greatest asset.”

  Ryan blinked; he hadn’t expected such a speech from the old woman. “I will, Lady Genevieve, I swear it.”

  “Then all will be well,” she reached over and patted his coat sleeve.

  And then a hush fell over the crowd, and Ryan knew that Lilly was there. The priest said some words, but Ryan hadn’t the foggiest notion of what because he couldn’t stop staring at her.

  She was beautiful.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” Lilly breathed.

  “I might have to hit him after all,” Phillip clenched his teeth.

  “Hush!” Lilly admonished, batting at her brother, “You already gave me away!”

  “I can take you back!” Phillip argued. He hated the swooning puppy dog look that Ryan couldn’t shake. His brothers looked to be in wide grins.

  “I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. I can’t take my eyes off you,” Ryan breathed softly.

  The priest rolled his eyes.

  Lilly sighed in delight.

  “Ohhh,” half the female audience melted.

  Phillip thought he might vomit.

  Somehow, they managed to make it through the ceremony without losing anyone. Some said it was the most romantic wedding they had ever attended.

  Others went on and on about the flowers and the decorations which were the best that money could buy.

  The French spirits had to be a fortune, and rumors of the Duke’s largesse started to circulate once again. A single handsome Duke was always a good topic of conversation. But a single handsome Duke with eligible brothers, well, that was like Christmas and May Day all rolled up into one.

  It was most certainly a love match, which could not be refuted, and that topic was discussed in every household.

  What lingered in mind, however, was an indelicate topic that one really shouldn’t discuss, but it had made a rather firm imprint.

  When the priest had given Ryan permission to kiss his bride, he did not go for a gentle butterfly brush. Nor did he lean down and politely plant a kiss on her firmly pursed lips.

  Our hero cupped Lilly’s face, tilting her head back until her jaw dropped. He then placed his mouth over hers, sinking into the kiss. It was hot and carnal, something that Cece wholeheartedly approved of.

  Phillip had to be escorted out by his wife. It was that or ruin his sister’s wedding.

  The Dowager Marchioness slid sideways in a mock faint, that is until Juliana said out of the side of her mouth, “I have seen you do far worse with Joseph in the conservatory.”

  Her mother’s recovery was astounding. She bounced back with surprising speed.

  All the while Ryan continued his assault on Lilly’s mouth. And then when the Priest had cleared his throat for what must have been the twentieth time. Ryan scooped her up into his arms.

  “Where are we going?” Lilly gasped.

  “Away from here,” he grinned at her.

  “But the party?” she looked around.

  “Do you wish to stay?” Ryan asked her.

  She shook her head and so, without so much as a word to anyone else, they fled.

  The Duke looked at his brother in outrage, “You cannot just leave! Ryan! You have responsibilities!”

  Juliana turned to the Duke, “Your Grace, it is their wedding, they can do as they wish.”

  “It is not done!” Oliver insisted.

  Juliana smiled, “Perhaps it ought to be.”

  Lilly turned back to her sister, “Don’t miss this time! I love you, Jules!”

  Tossing the flowers, she laughed as Juliana caught them.

  Juliana waved them in return, “I love you, too! Be happy, Lilly!”

  CHAPTER 24

  Their clothing fell to the floor in a flurry. It seemed as if their kiss at the wedding and subsequent kisses in the carriage were pushing them on a slippery slope.

  “I don’t want this to go too fast,” Ryan said against Lilly’s lips. All that remained was her sheer chemise and his linen drawers.

  Lilly’s heart was pounding, “I don’t know how to slow down.”

  Her hands traced his face. His angular cheekbones were starting to get some stubble. She loved the differences between them. His hard chest with the light hair that narrowed to the one place that she most particularly wanted to explore.

  He took a slow breath, “I can try and slow things down for both of us. You liked it when I touched you. Can I do that again?”

  Lilly blushed, “Yes, please!”

  She took her hands and went to remove her chemise.

  Ryan took her over to the large mirror in the room. He placed a pillow on the floor and had her sit on it. And then gently removed the last stitch of clothing.

  “Is it wrong to see yourself like this?” Lilly asked hesitantly.

  Ryan frowned, “Nothing about you is wrong. You are beautifully made by a loving God that wants you to be happy. Lilly, your body is amazing, you should glory in it. Never be ashamed of it, and certainly not with me.”

  He pushed her legs apart so that she could see her pink core. “Do you see how beautiful you are to me?”

  Lilly hid her face in his shoulder but peeked an eye out to see what he was saying. When he touched her intimately, it felt amazing. But when she saw what he was doing it felt even more incredible.

  She couldn’t help the low moan that escaped.

  Ryan smiled against her hair, “Let me see your hand.”

  Lilly froze.

  This time he was firmer, “Now, Lilly,” and then with his hand as a guide. He showed her what he was doing.

  Lilly sank back into him, no longer able to hold up her own body. Her legs fell open, and she was completely exposed in the mirror. Her eyes glued to where his hand and hers were working in tandem. Her core was so wet that liquid was running from her center down her leg.

  Lilly’s eyes shot to his and what she saw there was so raw, so primal, that another gush of liquid soaked their hands. And with that, she flew over the edge.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged as the contractions overwhelmed her.

  Ryan could hardly contain his passion as he watched her obtain fulfillment.

  “You are so responsive,” he growled out, “I am struggling not making a complete ass of myself.”

  “How could you do so?” Lilly gasped.

  “I could shoot my load before I ever get close to your heat,” he responded honestly.

  “Why would you do that?” she asked innocently.

  He huffed in laughter, “Lilly, I have been wetting my sheets like a schoolboy for months since I met you. My brothers have been merciless in their teasing. You cannot even comprehend what you do to me.”

  He pushed his drawers down, and Lilly was faced, once again, with the large angry member.

  “May I touch it?” She asked bravely.

  Ryan swallowed, “For a moment, but I am very close.”

  He took her hand and gen
tly wrapped it around his length.

  Her eyes shot to his, “It is very big, are you sure it will fit?”

  He looked close to the edge of insanity, “I am convinced. Come on, love.”

  Ryan began kissing her lips again with slow, steady kisses. Lilly leaned back on the cushions wanting more of him against her, or even on her. She loved the skin to skin contact.

  She bit his lip, and he pulled away, and he growled at her, pulling her legs apart and settling himself between them. She could feel his heat near her core.

  He leaned down and teased her nipples, catching them with his teeth and pulling just enough to give them an achy tug before releasing them and watching them bounce back into place.

  Lilly felt the need start to grow again between her thighs. She arched her back and clutched his arms. But Ryan wasn’t done teasing her quite yet. He took his time kissing every inch of her, and then, when she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, he slid down a bit further and licked where his fingers had played earlier.

  This was what the Bluebells had been talking about. They had all been right all along.

  Lilly screamed as the orgasm overtook her. Ryan moved up quickly and pressed into her just as she was coming down.

  He knew that the first time would be uncomfortable. But he had hoped after two orgasms that the pain would be lessened. He didn’t last very long, and if his brothers ever found out, he would deny it to his dying day, but damn it if it wasn’t the most incredible twenty-nine seconds of his life.

  EPILOGUE

  Lilly sunk back down on Ryan’s aching cock, rolling her hips with the ebb and flow of the waves beneath them.

  “Can I release my hands?” Ryan pleaded.

  Thankfully the newlyweds had not gotten seasick on the journey from England to America, because they had spent a great deal of the time lying horizontally and occasionally prostrate.

  Lilly had wanted to try everything that the Bluebells had suggested. She was particularly liking having all of the control over her handsome husband.

  She squeezed her inner muscles raking her nails down his chest, “I don’t think so.”

  Grinding her hips in a circular pattern, Lilly sat up and began to play with her breasts for him. Tracing patterns on their milky softness, and then pulling on her aching nipples until her head dropped back on its own accord.

  “I get to choose the next game!” Ryan ground out.

  Lilly flipped her head up, very interested, “Really, what did you have in mind?”

  “Something with you tied down, preferably,” he grumbled.

  Lilly kept up her rhythm, but she had to admit the idea has merit, “Keep talking.”

  He looked at her in surprise. Was this turning her on?

  “I would make sure that you could not move a muscle,” his voice was dark.

  Lilly felt something new in the pit of her stomach.

  He snapped the cravat she had tied around his wrists and grabbed her breasts.

  “I would leave these exposed so that I could worship them as they truly deserve to be worshiped.”

  Lilly felt her heart skip a beat, “Do people do that?”

  His gaze was hot and didn’t break with hers, “I don’t give a damn what people do.”

  He slid a hand from her breast to her core, “But this, Lilly, you would never doubt for any moment that this was mine. I would make you come so many times that you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. I would worship you with my mouth, my hands, my body, with everything that I am. But it would be on my terms and not on yours.”

  Lilly’s eyes were as wide as platters, “Yes,” she agreed.

  “Yes?” a slow smile started to spread across his face.

  “Yes, to your wicked eyes, your wicked mouth, your wicked hands, your wicked ideas, and most certainly your wicked plan.”

  Ryan thrust up into her, grabbing her hips, reminding Lilly that her game wasn’t over.

  With a raw cry, Lilly ground into him, her breasts scraping against the hair on his chest intensifying the moment. Every thrust, sending them closer and closer until they both shattered into a million pieces.

  He wiped her damp hair off her forehead.

  She lifted her head weakly, “Am I too heavy?”

  He laughed, shaking her body in the process, “Not even close. It is a burden that I will always be happy to bear, my love.

  “I love you, Ryan,” she whispered against his neck and went to sleep, secure in the safety of his arms.

  AUTHOR NOTE:

  Lillian and Ryan have gone off to America on their honeymoon. But Mr. Harris with the war office is still needing assistance. Can Juliana and Samantha figure out the mystery surrounding that French nursery rhyme?

  Jack Rattenbury was introduced in Lady Lillian as a smuggler. His appearance in this story is purely fictional. But his existence is not. Jack was born in 1778 and did indeed marry a young woman named Anna. To learn more about him and his illustrious career: Go tohttp://www.east-devon-guide.com/jack-rattenbury.html

  Also by S. Cinders

  Billionaire's Secret Baby

  Special Delivery: Part 1

  Special Delivery: Part 2

  Special Delivery: Part 3

  Special Delivery - Complete Series

  The Billionaire's Baby

  Running Scared

  The Dirty Bird Chronicles

  Lady Lillian

  Standalone

  Beautiful Mess

  Best Frenemies: Enemies to Lovers

  Barefoot and Pregnant

  Applebottom Magic

  Watch for more at S. Cinders’s site.

  About the Author

  S. CINDERS is a multi-genre author with over thirty titles ranging from sci-fi romance, historical romance, new adult romance, fractured fairy tales, to paranormal romance. S. CINDERS lives in the Midwest with her husband and two teenage sons who keep her on her toes. Known as the naughty romance author, you will remember her for her banter and engaging characters. Once you start, you won't want to stop! "S. Cinders writes characters that I would want to hang out with in real life!" -KAT "No matter what genre she writes, Cinders always has me laughing my head off!" -ANGE "Loved it. It was heartfelt and touching. Not many stories surprise me but this one did." HUNTER & HOLT - Carol

  Read more at S. Cinders’s site.