Sudden Pleasures

by Bertrice Small

  “Yeah, I really got married. And I’m on my honeymoon right now, and I’m having to deal with you and the others, Bride. I’m not happy.”

  “How could you do this to us, Ryan?” his eldest sibling asked him.

  “Not ask you to the wedding? Now, why would I do that, Bride? You and the others would have made it all about yourselves and spoiled what was an incredible day for Ashley and me. Incidentally, we’re inviting you all for the Columbus Day weekend, so tell the others and save the date. And be on your best behavior, because if any of you cause trouble, you won’t be invited again. Ma and Frankie are crazy about her, Bride, and Ashley already loves them.” He was ignoring the real meaning behind his sister’s question. Ryan knew damned well she was talking about money, and not hurt feelings.

  “You know exactly what I mean, Ryan,” Bride said, unwilling to let it go. “We’re going to hire a lawyer. You can’t do this to us!” Her tone was venomous.

  He laughed at her. “But I did, sweetie. And incidentally, none of you has a leg to stand on, Bride. Dad’s will only said I had to marry before my fortieth birthday, which isn’t until next April. That was it. I’m married, legally and lawfully under the laws of this state. I didn’t even have to have a church wedding, just get married—and I did.” Bride hung up on her brother, and Ryan closed his cell, sticking it back in his pocket.

  “I take it she wasn’t happy,” Ashley said softly. “I’m sorry, Ryan.”

  “They’re only interested in the money,” he told her. “Don’t feel bad, baby. Frankie and I were always the outsiders where the five harpies were concerned. Bride was thirteen when I was born, and fifteen when Frankie came along. Dee, who’s the youngest of them, was four. And I was a boy, and suddenly the family had its prince.” He grinned. “They have never been happy with me.” He chuckled.

  “I’m sorry,” she said.

  “Don’t be.” He caught her hand up and kissed it. “Frankie and I were partners in crime. Ma and Dad spoiled us. And the harpies didn’t count for us.”

  And then they heard a strident voice. “Don’t bother announcing me, Byrnes. I know my way to the porch.”

  “Jesus Jenny!” Ashley swore softly as a plump blonde in a pink-green-and-white summer dress came into view. “It’s all right, Byrnes. Let her in, please.”

  “Ashley! What did you do?” the woman cried, and, seeing Ryan, her blue eyes grew wide with both surprise and admiration.

  “Hello, Lila. It’s been a while,” Ashley said. “The paper is out, I take it. Ryan, this is Lila Peabody, Grandfather’s friend. Lila, this is my husband, Ryan Mulcahy.”

  “Why, Mr. Mulcahy,” Lila Peabody cooed, suddenly all sugar and spice, “aren’t you just the handsomest thing! Ashley, dear, you really are very, very naughty keeping such a secret from all of us, but then, of course, after your last three attempts at marriage I can certainly understand. She did tell you that she’d been engaged and planned three weddings before she married you, didn’t she?” Lila purred.

  “One was gay, one died, and the survivor is wanted in two states and three countries. Yes, she told me,” Ryan answered. “Ashley and I don’t have any secrets from each other, do we, darling?”

  “Not a one,” Ashley replied, struggling not to laugh. “Lila, dearest, would you like to see the proofs of our wedding photos? We got them a few days ago, but we’ve been so busy with…” She giggled. “Well, I expect you know what we’ve been busy doing.”

  “Why, yes, I would like to see them,” Lila Peabody said. “There were only three pictures in the paper, and they were rather grainy.”

  Ashley slid the proofs from their envelope and spread them on the porch table.

  “You were married in the garden,” Lila noted. “How long have you known each other, dear?”

  “A little over two months,” Ashley said.

  “It was love at first sight,” Ryan added.

  “Oh, my,” Lila commented. “The judge married you. He rarely does that, you know. No church wedding?”

  “We’re deciding which church,” Ryan said. “I’m a Roman Catholic.”

  “Oh, dear!” Lila made a little moue with her cupid’s-bow mouth. “I don’t think dearest Edward would have approved of that at all, Ashley.”

  “Then he shouldn’t have put that clause in his will, Lila. Or he should have at least stipulated more clearly the kind of man he wanted me to marry. I figured Ryan was sexy and rich and he didn’t need my money, which certainly made him a good bet.”

  “And besides, we can’t keep our hands off each other,” Ryan put in with a wicked grin at Lila Peabody. “Neither of us wanted to start a scandal.” He chuckled.

  “Oh, my!” Lila exclaimed, flustered.

  “That’s my mother-in-law”—Ashley pointed to one of the pictures—“and Ryan’s sister.” She shook a warning finger at him, but she was close to laughter.

  “My goodness, what a handsome woman, and your sister is certainly pretty. She isn’t married?” Lila wanted to know. “And your father? Is there a picture of him here?”

  “Both my sister and my mother are widows,” Ryan responded.

  “Oh, the poor dears!” Lila exclaimed. “I certainly know the sorrow and loneliness of being a widow.” She sighed dramatically, her hand going to her heart.

  “Yes, Lila has really struggled valiantly to overcome her pain,” Ashley remarked sweetly.

  Lila reached out with a plump and very beringed hand to pat Ashley on her slender hand. “You always understood me, dear,” she said. “Edward was forever remarking on your kind heart and infallible instincts where humanity was concerned. And dear Edward was never wrong. No engagement ring, dear?” But her sharp eye noted the superior quality of Ashley’s diamond wedding band.

  “It was a whirlwind courtship,” Ashley said.

  “Actually, I’m having a ring made for Ash in Italy by a jeweler friend,” Ryan said. “My business requires that I travel now and again.”

  Now Ashley drew Lila away from the pictures, saying, “Lila, dear, I hope you won’t think us terribly rude, but we’re on our honeymoon this week. Ryan has to go back into town on Tuesday. It was so sweet of you to stop by.” She began leading their guest from the porch through the living room and out into the foyer of the house.

  “Then you’ll be moving to the city, dear?” Lila said.

  “My dear Lila—I may call you Lila, mayn’t I?” Ryan murmured as he took her hand and put it through his arm. “We would never trade Egret Pointe and this beautiful home for a city apartment. I may go in a day or two a week, but I can easily run my business from here.” He smiled down at her, pleased when a glazed look overcame her.

  Lila Peabody sighed. “You have just gone and married the most charming man, Ashley, dear,” she said. “I hope you will bring him to tea one afternoon this autumn.”

  Before Ashley could answer, Ryan did. “I would be delighted to take tea with such a lovely lady, Lila,” he told her. “Just give me a little time to settle in, my dear.”

  Byrnes was opening the door, and Ashley stood spellbound, watching as her husband saw the now awed Lila Peabody to her car and stood in the drive before the house, waving her off.

  Byrnes was chuckling softly. “I think you’ve married a dangerous man, Miss Ashley,” he told her with a smile.

  “I suspect you are right,” Ashley agreed. “I’ve never seen that wretched woman managed so well, and she didn’t utter a word about SSEXL.”

  “Yes, she did,” Ryan said, coming back into the house. “When I kissed her hand and tucked her in her Ford Taurus, she told me coyly that SSEXL’s loss was certainly Egret Pointe’s gain.” He laughed. “Now if only the five harpies could be handled as well.”

  They spent the remainder of the week and the long weekend alone, eating, drinking, and making wild, passionate love. When Tuesday came Ashley found she was unhappy to be letting him go.

  “When will you be home?” she asked him as she stood by his car.

  “Thursda
y night,” he promised. “Don’t make any plans for the weekend. I want you all to myself. Now that I’ve had a little taste of married life I find I like it.”

  “Don’t go all possessive on me, Ryan,” she teased him. “What you really like about marriage is fucking the ears off of me between naps.”

  “Yes, I do,” he agreed amiably, and raced his engine several times. “You are a very receptive partner, and I expect by Thursday night you will be well rested, and ready to pleasure me once again, woman.”

  “Yeah, sure!” She laughed. “You’re going to miss me, big guy, and every time you think about us you’ll get hot. Drive carefully, husband.”

  He grinned, blew her a kiss, and drove off down the driveway.

  Ashley got into her Solstice and drove down into the village to her shop. It was almost ten when she arrived. Nina had already opened up, but the mornings were traditionally slow. Most women in Egret Pointe would be hurrying to get last-minute school supplies and clothing for their children, because school started tomorrow. “Hey,” she greeted Nina as she came in the back door of the shop.

  “How was your time off?” Nina asked her.

  “Strangely wonderful,” Ashley said. “It seems that we’re very compatible.”

  “I’m glad you’re here,” Nina said. “Odd little man came in first thing this morning. He wanted to know if I was you. I told him no, and asked if I could help him. He said no, and left. But I’ve seen him across the street, and I think he’s taking pictures of the shop with his camera phone.”

  “Where?” Ashley asked.

  “There.” Nina pointed.

  Ashley picked up the shop phone and dialed. “Bobby, it’s Ashley at Lacy Nothings. Funny little guy came into the shop before I got here and started asking Nina all kinds of questions. He’s across the street, in front of the pharmacy, taking pictures of the shop right now. Can you send someone around to check him out? Thanks, Bobby.”

  “Wow, you play rough!” Nina said.

  “Ryan’s five older sisters are very unhappy,” Ashley told her. “I suspect this has something to do with them. Oh, look. There’s the cop car.”

  They watched as the local patrolman got out of his car and faced the man down. The cop took the guy by the arm and marched him across the street into the shop. “This the guy, Nina?”

  “That’s him,” Nina said.

  “He’s a licensed PI from the city,” the cop said, looking at Ashley.

  “Would you like to tell me why you were looking for me, and why you are photographing my assistant and my shop?” Ashley said.

  “I’m on a case,” the man said. “It’s confidential.”

  “Well,” Ashley replied, “you tell whichever of my husband’s sisters who hired you that if they attempt to invade my privacy again I will take legal action against all of them. Now, I am going to call Ryan and tell him of this incident. I’m certain that shortly after I do you will receive a call to cease and desist your harassment. Got it?”

  “Got it,” the man said.

  “Shall I escort him out of town, Ashley?” the cop asked.

  “If you would, Bill, I would appreciate it. And tell Bobby I said thanks.”

  “You got some pull here, lady,” the private detective said.

  “My family helped found the town,” Ashley told him. “Now, that’s something you can tell your employer. You won’t be going back empty-handed.”

  The man gave a short laugh as the cop escorted him from Lacy Nothings.

  “What was that all about?” Nina said. “Why would his sisters set a private detective on you? What did you do?”

  “I married their brother. They were expecting to come into his wealth in a few more months, and I’ve spoiled it for them. They told Ryan they were getting a lawyer. It won’t do them any good, but they’re unhappy.”

  “Geez,” Nina exclaimed. “What a bunch of bitches. The mother likes you, and so does the sister called Frankie. What’s the matter with the rest of them?”

  “Ryan and Frankie call the older ones the five harpies,” Ashley said with a chuckle. “I’d better call him now. Hold down the fort while I go back to my office.” She already had her cell out, and it was programmed to reach his cell.

  “This is Ryan,” his voice said. “Talk fast. I’m on the parkway.”

  “Your sisters set a private investigator on me,” Ashley said. “I’ve had the cops escort him out of town. Call them when you get into your office. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Shit!” he said as she hung up.

  Ashley laughed out loud. What was that old saying about being able to pick your friends, but not your relations? She was glad Ryan’s mother and youngest sister liked her. She liked them. But the older five, she suspected, would never be her friends. They would always consider that by marrying Ryan she had cost them his money. It had been an incredible ten days with her new husband, but this incident this morning had been irritating and downright annoying.

  She managed to put it out of her mind for the rest of the day, but once she was home again it nagged at her to the point where she couldn’t sleep. There was no television in the bedroom she shared with Ryan. Getting up, she went down to her old bedroom and climbed into bed. Taking up the remote, she pressed the button that slid open the panel covering the television screen. She clicked the set on, went to channel sixty-nine, and after a moment or two of silent debate she pressed A and enter. And she was back in her villa in Rome, and the sex slave, Quinn, was kneeling before her, offering her the strap she would shortly use on his bottom. But she didn’t want the handsome slave. She wanted her tribune, Maximillian Alerio Patronius. And she wanted him now!

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “Where is your master?” the lady Cordelia asked Quinn. “You are not supposed to show yourself if he is in the house.”

  “He was called to the palace, mistress,” Quinn replied. “I have missed you.”

  “Bold creature!” she scolded him, looking down at the big hands holding the leather tawse. “How do you know where he has gone? The tribune cannot bear the sight of you, so why would he inform you of his whereabouts?” She did not take the tawse up.

  “One of the other slaves tells me where the master is at all times so I will not offend him even by accident,” Quinn answered her. “If I have displeased you, mistress, then you must punish me.” He looked up at her hopefully.

  “No,” she said. “I am not in the mood to punish you now. How long has my husband been gone?”

  “Less than half an hour, and it takes that long to get through the midday streets to the palace, mistress,” he said slyly. “He will undoubtedly be kept waiting by Caesar for some time. Perhaps the rest of the day. And then he must make his way home again. You may not see the master until midnight, mistress, or even tomorrow.” Reaching out, he slipped his hand beneath the hem of her tunic and up her leg.

  Ashley looked down at him thoughtfully. If what he said was true, then it would be some time until she saw the tribune. Fingers caressed the soft flesh of her inner thigh. They slid through her nether lips, seeking her clit. “You are a bad slave, Quinn,” she told him as he began to tease at the sensitive little nub. “Ummm, yes, that is nice.”

  “I but live to serve you, mistress,” Quinn answered her.

  She pulled her tunic up over her head and off, tossing it aside. “Lick me, you bad creature,” she ordered him.

  He parted the lips of her labia with his two thumbs, holding them wide. Then his tongue began to draw over her flesh, first up one side, and then down, repeating the action on the other side of her nether lips. The tip of his tongue delved about her clit, probing, teasing at it, until it began to swell with her arousal. The sounds coming from her told him he was succeeding in pleasuring her. Leaning as close as he might get to her, her scent filling his nostrils and exciting him, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard upon it. She screamed softly, squirming. He sucked harder, two of his long fingers now pushing into her vagina. Two strokes
, and she climaxed.

  Without asking her permission he pulled her down to the floor with his big hands. Spreading her wide, he mounted the woman beneath him and thrust his engorged penis into the hot swamp of her fevered sex. Her nails raked his long back, and she scolded him for his boldness, all the while exhorting him to fuck her hard and deep. “I live to serve you, mistress,” he repeated, his long, thick rod flashing back and forth with increasing rapidity while she thrashed beneath him in a frenzy of lust. And then she came. Her juices flowed copiously as he spasmed within her.

  “Get off of me, you great beast!” she finally said. “Now I will whip you for your presumption, Quinn!” She pushed at him.

  “If I were still the warrior I was born,” he told her daringly, “I would fuck you again and again, mistress, until you begged for my mercy.”

  “Would you?” she purred at him as he rolled away from her. Then, getting to her feet, she picked up the leather that had earlier rested in his hands. “Get on your hands and knees now, Quinn!” she ordered him. And when he had obeyed her she laid five strokes upon his broad back, now well marked by her sharp nails. “Now leave me,” she told him when she had finished. “You are beginning to bore me, I fear.”

  He scrambled to his feet, a puzzled look upon his handsome face, and left her. The lady Cordelia called to her slave women and went to her bath, where she was scraped free of the dirt and sweat upon her body, bathed, rinsed, and then left for a short while in a perfumed bathing pool. When she finally emerged she was thoroughly dried, and then massaged with fragrant creams until she was completely relaxed again.

  The sex slave had taken the edge off of her lust, but she wanted her husband, the tribune, between her legs, not Quinn. If Caesar did indeed return him to Gaul she would go with him. And she was going to sell Quinn. General Flavonius’s wife had admired him from the first time she had seen him at a party several of the women held for their amusement while their husbands were away. Indeed, many of the women had coveted Quinn. She would hold an auction and let him go to the highest bidder. She spent the rest of the day napping, eagerly awaiting her husband’s arrival home. And when he finally arrived she melted into his arms.