Lovers and Other Strangers Box Set: The Boston Stories (54 page)

    “I would be your constant slave, ma reine.” The words felt torn from his body.

    “Bouf, I do not need a slave. A queen needs a champion, someone to protect her from those that would do her harm. Would you impale yourself on the swords of my foes if I asked.” He looked up at her and saw her smiling.

    “Gladly” he choked. He thought he might lose his mind with the effort to form the word. His entire universe was one of sensation, no conscious thought formed. There was only sensation and need.

    “Then you shall be my champion, mon chevalier, and I will impale myself on your sword to seal our pact.” Allyn just had enough time to brace himself as she gripped his waist with her knees and used her feet to lower herself on to his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head with the effort to not erupt. She was so wet, so warm, she was moving so slowly down his shaft. When she got to the base the chain that had nipped at him now twisted against her clit and she screamed in delight. Pumping her legs she rode him again and again feeling the bite of the chain. Every time she came down the chain pulled at his flesh and transferred her heat to it. Allyn sucked in air without thought. His eyes were open but without sight, he threw his head back and screamed along with her orgasm. He felt the contractions pull at him, beg him to follow them, pulling him deeper, drawing on the chain. He wondered if he would black out, he was purely animal, nothing but primal lust. His chest was heaving, his body shaking, his legs weak but he remained standing and erect. When the waves of contractions stopped she mewled like a kitten and pulled up on the rope to lift herself off his still rigid organ. She dropped down nimbly and released the chain around his cock. Allyn almost buckled with relief. She ran to grab the winch control and lowered it so she could release his hands.

    “Now you are mine.” Allyn fought to stay standing. She gestured to the blankets he had laid out in the hope that she would forgive him. “Allyn, I forgive you.” She put her arms around his waist both to support him and comfort him. All the while avoiding touching his cock. He lay on his back on the blankets and pillows he had never felt anything so soothing. “Allain, you were always my champion. Please make love to me. I release you.” she whispered in his ear. And with that, she straddled his hips and slid herself down the length of him again. He reveled in the liquid warmth of her. His eyes flickered and the picture of her riding him came into focus. Her tawny skin and hair, her flushed lips smiling at him, her brilliant gold green eyes looking at him with such love and warmth were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The love he felt for this woman was like a physical touch. The orgasm started in his chest and spread through his entire body, curling his toes and clenching his fists. He sat up with her still writhing on him engulfing her in his arms, screaming into her shoulder. They lay there for a few minutes senseless from the utter release of their shared passion. Eventually they pulled covers over themselves and slept from exhaustion both physical and emotional. He woke to pain in his shoulders and her smiling down at him. He rolled her to her back pinning her under him.

    “Ma reine, you are devious with your little bracelet. That was worse torture than anything I dared dream up.” He cooed to her in French.

    “Hmmm, I wanted to do it when you were pretending to be Mr. Smith but you got so jealous.”

    “How did you know? I thought I was pretty careful.”

    “Allain, I could find you in the dark, chere. I am French. We live by our noses. Even if you had changed your cologne, I still would have been able to find you from your musk. Besides there is my mark.”

    "Your mark?"

    "The scar I gave you when I was a child." she ran her finger over the mark near his eye. "I marked you as mine even then."

    “You are a pretty little animal, aren’t you, ma reine? We will have to leave our little love nest soon but not just yet.” and he started to suckle her breast. “I still have prizes to claim.” Her laugh was like warm cognac on his tongue.

One year and some months later:

    "Ally, ma petite, don't bounce on mamma's tummy, you'll squish your baby brother or sister." Violet lifted her daughter off her belly and held her hands as the toddler now jumped between her legs on the chaise. She looked over at her sister-in-law and smiled. "Marie, when Allyn called he didn't even give a hint of what the surprise was?"

    "Non, just that he had something happy for us." The two of them lay in the sunroom soaking up the last of the sun before the Autumn got gloomy.

    "Hello? Where are you two?"

    "Allain, we are in the sunroom." Allyn walked in shedding his suit jacket and tie with Michael behind him. He slid into the chaise behind Marie and started nibbling her neck. Michael kissed his wife and rubbed her shoulders before taking his daughter on his lap. Both of the men had cryptic smiles on their faces.    

    "Violet, both of our husbands look like naughty schoolboys with their grinning, non?"

    "Yes, well they usually do but, they look especially guilty today. Spill it. What is the surprise? Are we all going on a trip? You wouldn't both be this excited about a present. What is going on?" Allyn looked around him at the people he cared most about. His arms wrapped tighter around Marie and he peered over her shoulder at their nursing son. He couldn't help himself and smiled even wider.

    "We added a new member of the foundation today. I have been recruiting him for a year now and I am thrilled he is coming on board."

    "Allain, I am very 'appy for you. 'opefully 'e will be able to take some of the work off your shoulders. Mais, it does not explain why you are both smiling like this."

    "Hmm, maybe Michael should explain." He looked over at his brother-in-law who reached over and whispered in his sister's ear.

    "Really! Oh Michael, I'm so glad. I think it is a wonderful idea."

    "Allain? Qu'est ce que c'est?"

    "Michael has agreed to come work for the foundation. He will be running a group of clinics that will partner with Médecins Sans Frontières coordinating longer term treatment in affected areas."

    "Marie, I actually owe this to you." Michael looked over at her.

    "Moi, I do not think so."

    "No, it is true, remember when you first got here and Violet forced me to have you read my character or whatever you called it. You said that I had a need to do more and you were right. Besides this way I can work along side my beautiful wife."

    "Yes, darling, since there seems to be no end to the babies that will be arriving Marie and I have hired a baby nurse. She comes highly recommended and she speaks French."

    "Always twisting the knife that I don't. Well that won't work any more." Michael smiled at his wife. "I've signed up to take the course the state department uses so I'll have some idea what the heck you people are saying about me now."

    "Good. Now when we visit my family in France or they come here again you'll finally be able to talk to them. Oh, here is our wonderful new nurse. Maricelle, I would like to introduce you to my husband, Michael and my brother, Marie's husband Allyn."

    "Enchanté, Messieurs. Madam, would you like me to take Allyson for you?"

    "Non, she is fine for now."

Harold walked in wiping his hands. "Mr. Bellows, I have changed the oil on your roadster..."

    "Harold, I'd like to introduce the newest member of the staff..."

    "Maricelle?"

    "'arold?"

    "I take it you two know each other?" Marie quickly whispered in Allyn's ear. "Hmm, I see. Well, that won't do at all." Allyn pulled out his wallet and fished two hotel keys out.

    "Harold, my wife informs me that you spent a long time looking for this woman, is that true?" He almost laughed to see Harold blush, the man was usually unflappable.

    "Yes, sir."

    "Maricelle, am I safe in assuming from the smile on your face, that you are not unhappy to have been found?"

    "Oui c'est vrai, monsieur." She said quietly.

    "Fine, You can start next week. Harold take these. The Continental, put it all on my tab." When Harold tried to object, "I don't want to hear any argument. You have a week, with everything we owe you it is a drop in the bucket, please take it." Harold smiled at Maricelle and she grinned back at him. When Allyn turned to watch them go he saw Maricelle throw her arms around Harold and he spun her around. Allyn turned back when Marie flinched.

    "Ough, you are a greedy boy. Be gentle with your Mamman, non?" She turned to smile at Allyn. "'e is too much like 'is father I think?" Allyn fished a box out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Marie as he took their son.

    "Perhaps but I give better presents. Open it." She untied the ribbon and opened the jewelry box to find a bracelet of platinum links, some of which were set with diamonds.

    "Allyn, it is beautiful, but why?" He just smiled knowingly at her and laid his forehead on top of her head cradling their child. The peace and contentment were like nothing he had known...and immediately shattered by the wail of a still hungry infant. They both looked at each other and smiled. The baby had to sleep sometime.

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