“The pain meant nothing.” He pulled several of her hair pins free and let the weight of her hair pull the mass to her shoulders. “As long as you were safe.”
Miranda let Frederick move her back in the chair as he dropped to his knees. His fingers were steady as he popped the buttons of her jacket free of their cloth confines. Together they worked it off, along with her overskirt, leaving Miranda clad only in her corset and petticoat. Her heart pounded as he lifted the heavy material to her knees, exposing her calves.
His heart continued its steady beat. “I never got to do this before.”
Leaning in, he hooked an arm beneath each of her knees and lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders. Miranda had to look away. She’d never been this exposed before, so open she knew there was nowhere she could hide. He spread the opening of the fabric, exposing the folds of her labia to him. With a soft growl, Frederick lowered his mouth and sucked her clit.
Intense pleasure arched through her, sending her hips bucking to chase the sensations. Frederick pulled her legs wider, as he suckled and licked her, teasing her opening with his tongue. Miranda panted, reaching out to cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples as he fell into a rhythm that matched the beating of his heart.
“Frederick.” She moaned and canted her hips. “More.”
The press of his finger into her pussy had her crying out. She’d played with herself many nights, imagining it was him, but the reality was much more. The pleasure rose and she knew she would reach her peak if he didn’t relent. Pulling at his hair to stop, she was lost when he swatted her hand away and increased the pressure with his mouth. When a second finger joined the first, Miranda conceded defeat.
Her cry of pleasure filled the room, overpowering every other noise. Frederick didn’t stop, thrusting his fingers in and out of her at a pace so rapid, another wave of release rolled through her. Mercifully, he pulled away then.
“Look at me, Mandy.” With effort, she forced herself to watch as he licked her cum off his fingers. “You’re amazing.”
Then he pressed those same cum-covered fingers to her lips. The idea of tasting her release should have been repulsive, but the look of ecstasy on his face as she darted her tongue up the digits quashed any hesitation she had.
Biting the tip of his finger, Miranda smiled. “I want you.”
His hands shook as he fumbled with the heavy belt, button and ties of his pants, only pushing them down far enough to free his hard cock. The tip glistened in the dim light, tempting her. She circled the head with her thumb, relishing the open-mouthed moan that fell from him.
“I won’t last long, Mandy.”
“I don’t care.”
They still fit together. Miranda hooked her legs on each of the chair’s control arms, forcing her skirts to bunch at her thighs and giving him room to move closer. The press of his cockhead at her opening was at first only a tease. He didn’t enter her immediately, instead taking the time to work the laces of her corset free. Her breasts pulled free of their confines, her nipples bared to the cold air.
Lifting her breast, Frederick suckled her nipple, much as he had her clit. The flick of his tongue over the tip matched the little pulses he gave with his hips. One moment, he teased her breast, the next he thrust his cock into her with a single push.
He swallowed her moan with another long kiss. Miranda fought to pull him closer—scratched and clawed at his back and neck as she drove her tongue into his mouth. Only once she needed air did she pull back. Lips still touching, the words she’d wanted to say for two years fell from her.
“I miss you every day. I hate seeing you and knowing I can’t touch you. You can’t be mine. I hate them and love them for saving you. You for saving me. Don’t leave me again.”
Miranda pressed her hand to his steel chest, arched her back and cried out as she came a final earth-shattering time. Frederick increased the strength of his thrusts until the chair moved. His arms wrapped beneath her shoulders, crushing her body to his. Thrusting twice more, he let loose a powerful roar as his cum filled her body.
Finally he collapsed against her. The goggles she’d worn had slipped from her eyes and lay dangling around her neck. Her heart pounded so violently, the rhythm jostled the eye pieces against her chest.
“I love you,” he said softly against her neck, pressing a kiss to the skin.
“I love you as well, Captain.”
Frederick pulled back, cupped her cheek in his hand and pressed a kiss to her nose. “This is no place for a lady.”
She chuckled. “Thankfully, I’m not much of a lady.”
Regret filled her as he slowly got back to his feet. They righted their clothing without speaking, but Miranda caught his small smile as he watched her. When they were once more presentable, she moved to take the goggles from her neck. He stopped her with a hand to hers.
“Keep them. Give them back once I’ve returned.”
She nodded. “See that you do return, Captain. All of you.”
Miranda would never know what he was to say next. The shouts of men from the hallway drew both their attention. When the door exploded inward, Miranda reacted on instinct. She was told later the assassin looked to be little more than a boy, a French spy who’d discovered their plans and reacted the only way he knew how. He needed to kill the captain of the enemy fleet to stop them from launching their attack.
All Miranda could see in that moment was the pistol pointing at Frederick. It was an easy matter to step in the path of the bullet. She could understand why Frederick had done the same thing all those months ago. Her life for his—a simple exchange, happily made.
The cries and screams could have been hers, or the assassin’s as the pursuing shipman tackled him to the floor. Miranda didn’t even try to fight the darkness as it overtook her. The last thing she was aware of was a soft voice by her ear.
“Oh Mandy, what have you done?”
Pain.
The weight of her eyelids was too much for her to attempt to lift them, so Miranda didn’t bother. The throbbing of her head was matched only by the burning in her chest. She tried to shift and scratch at the discomfort, but something held her down. A strap? Hands?
“Don’t move.”
The name of the voice’s owner escaped her, but she sought comfort in it all the same.
“You’re going to make it worse, Mandy.”
Frederick? She forced her eyes open and was met by the sight of her lover’s smile. “Hello.”
Swallowing, she tired to sit up once more. “What…?”
“You were shot. Stupid girl, you stepped in front of a bullet.”
Screams and tears, hot blood and cold steel. “I died?”
Frederick pressed his hand to her newly formed metal breast, not yet covered by her corset. “Yes.”
She shivered at the feeling of pressure, his hand where her heart used to be.
“We’re a set now, love.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Miranda closed her eyes and listened as their hearts beat in perfect sync.
Author Bio
Christine d’Abo is hooked on romance. As a novelist and short story writer with over thirty publications, including the immensely popular Long Shots series, the imagination is always flowing. She loves to exercise and stops writing just long enough to keep her body in motion too. When she’s not pretending to be a ninja in her basement, she’s most likely spending time with her family and two dogs.
Other Works By Christine d’Abo
Long Shots Series
Double Shot
A Shot in the Dark
Pulled Long
Long Shots: Books 1-3 (Double Shot, A Shot in the Dark, Pulled Long)
Calling the Shots
Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure
Friends and Benefits Series
Sexcapades
Club Wonderland
The Shadow Guild Series – steampunk romance
Gi
lded Hearts
Quicksilver Soul
Harlequin Cosmo Red Hot Read
Nailed
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