An Unwanted Wife

Chapter 8

James took Lauren to his grandfather's home in Sudbury by coach, since it was now two days before the wedding. She had wanted to wait for Grammy, but they were encouraged to go without her and Jacinda, promising to arrive later in the evening after her sister was settled in Grammy's house.

He breathed deeply to let the fresh, country air into his lungs after opening the coach window. They had taken a Hansom, as it was pouring rain that morning. As soon as they left the city, James had pulled Lauren into his arms.

"You shouldn't do that!" She shook her head. "We're not yet married."

He kissed her. "Betrothed should count the same."

She frowned. "But, it doesn't. Oh my God! What must your grandfather think of me for being compromised?!"

"I don't know, love." He said honestly. "His reply acknowledged our wedding preparations were underway, but didn't remark on anything else."

"Can he refuse you?" Her face was now devoid of all its normal colour.

James touched her face. "No, sweeting, it won't happen. I'd never allow it."

She bit her lower lip, tears threatening to spill over. "But, he..."

"Lauren, no!" He growled. "Nothing will stop us marrying this weekend."

She nodded, sighing. "Okay, I'm sorry  I'm so worried."

"You've been through the ringer this past week." He nestled her head into his shoulder, keeping his arms around her. "It's going to be okay. I promise."

"I hope so." She laid her hand on his chest, feeling comforted by the steady beat of his heart.

He kissed the crown of her head. "Trust me."

"But..." She glanced up at him. His wide, insistent mouth covered hers, equally demanding and distracting. His tongue seamlessly moved inside her opened lips. A groan escaped, but Lauren wasn't sure if it was hers or his. Soon, she knew it was her moaning after he opened the row of buttons at her bodice. His warm hand had now covered a bared breast, as his mouth dipped to suckle it. "James!"

He looked up, a grave expression on his handsome face. "You want me to stop?"

"No, please don't." She pleaded in a whisper, drowsy with passion. Her arms linked tightly around his neck, leading his head back down to kiss him. He quickly undid the buttons on his trousers, as her hands found their way under his shirt. He slid the skirt of her dress up over her hips to kneel in front of her on the floor. James parted her folds with his thumbs, dipping to taste her. She hissed out. "Oh God!"

"Quiet, minx. We'll have to stop if we're discovered." His large hand moved to cover her mouth, as he continued his sweet assault. If she got any louder, it would alert the coachmen riding above them. She bit on the pad of his palm, as she rode out the waves of an orgasm.

James moved onto his knees, groaning into her breasts while he impaled his staff deep inside her. He felt the walls of her channel clenching all around him. He slid half out, then inched his way back inside her, holding one arm around her hips. His movements were causing her to pant into his hand still covering her mouth. She grabbed his hand, moving it away from her mouth to suckle his index finger. The heat of her mouth around it made his lose the tenuous hold on control which he'd maintained until now, as he emptied himself inside her.