Robert stared at the water dripping down his wife’s breasts. He licked his lips. Every part of him, save one, was protesting the sight. He followed her frightened eyes downward. He was more than ready to go again. It felt like he hadn’t had her in years instead of minutes.
Elizabeth threw a pillow at him so she could scramble off the bed, desperate to make an escape. It was like that piece of his anatomy was in charge. He crawled after her. She didn’t bother with a nightgown or a wrap as she ran to the door and started pounding on it.
“Mrs. Brown!”
“Oh, thank the lord!” came Mrs. Brown’s worried voice from behind the door. “We were afraid you’d both perished.”
She looked back to see her husband trying to escape from the tangled sheets his foot got caught on.
“Mrs. Brown, listen, I haven’t much time. Can you arrange for a large tray of food and water to be delivered,” she looked over her shoulder to discover that Robert was close to getting free, “and water for a bath as well? Please!”
“Certainly,” Mrs. Brown said, sounding amused.
“Robert?” James suddenly said as he joined Mrs. Brown in the hallway.
A soft growl behind her was the only answer he could manage. Elizabeth slowly turned around, plastering her back against the door. James knocked on the door. “Robert? Come down with me to the tavern, I’m bored. Robert?”
“I’m busy,” Robert growled.
James’ answer was a pained sigh. “Come on, you’ve done your duty. Let’s go.”
A loud whimper escaped Elizabeth as he pounced on her. He was handsome, wicked, and all hers. No matter how tired or weak she was at the moment, he still had this strange effect on her body after all these years and, in that moment, she wanted him more than anything.
“Robert?” James asked, sounding unsure.
Robert couldn’t answer at the moment. He was busy licking the water from Elizabeth’s skin. She was pinned tightly against the wall, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her legs around his waist.
In one quick move, he was sheathed inside her. He wrapped his arms around her, protecting her from the door as he thrust inside her. The door groaned in protest as its hinges and frame were put to the test. If the position hurt Elizabeth, she wasn’t saying.
Just the opposite, in fact.
She demanded him to move harder and faster. At that moment, Robert didn’t care that his brother and Mrs. Brown were standing outside the door or that he was on the verge of starvation. He only cared about her, about his minx. He slammed into her once, twice, three times, and then, she began screaming his name and doing her best to milk him dry.
“Lucky bastard,” Robert thought, he heard his brother mutter, but he didn’t really care as he lost himself in the woman that he loved.
“Happy anniversary, Mr. Bradford,” his minx said minutes later as she pushed him to the floor to give him his gift all over again, making him wonder if he should call another truce before they ended up killing each other.
Epilogue
Present Day Massachusetts
Fifteen minutes until the party…
“The end,” his father said with flourish as he shoved a bite of pizza in his mouth, making Jason wonder when they’d ordered pizza and how he’d missed that.
“Hey!” Trevor gasped in outrage when Jason reached over and snatched the slice that he’d been seconds away from devouring out of his hand. “You bastard!”
“Thanks,” Jason said, finishing off the slice of pizza quickly before he wiped his hands off and gently picked up the necklace that was finally finished and placed it in the small wooden box that had taken him less than an hour to make and stain.
“About time,” his father grumbled as he stood up and grabbed two pizza boxes off the counter and headed for the door. “I’m starving.”
“We would have been done a lot sooner if you hadn’t embellished the story,” Trevor pointed out, grabbing the other two pizza boxes and followed him.
“I didn’t embellish a damn thing!” his father snapped over his shoulder.
“Really? Not even when you said that Robert wasn’t nearly as good-looking as you?” Trevor asked, chuckling.
“I had to give you a visual! A good storyteller does that sort of thing!”
