Never Run From Love (Kellington Book Four) (29 page)

Mrs. Seton, battleaxe that she was, could no more resist
it than any other woman.  “Very well.  You may relay the message to Miss
Sutton.”

Mel was by his side in an instant, then he ushered
her out of the room and across the foyer.

“What news is there from my uncle?” asked Mel,
trying hard not to put her hands all over him.  “Nothing is wrong, I hope.”

“I have no message from your uncle,” said Hal, as he
squeezed her hand and quickly escorted her up the stairs.  “I’ve been trying to
find a way to see you with some privacy and thought this might work.  Through
here.”

He ushered her into a bedroom, then quickly locked
the door behind them.  “I apologize profusely love, but I had to see you
again.  Had to make love to you again, if you’ll….if you’ll have me.”

Mel almost laughed at the look of uncertainty on
Hal’s face.  She couldn’t imagine he didn’t know how much she wanted to be with
him again, yet he still seemed unsure of himself.  “We won’t have much time.”

“I’ll take what I can get and I’ll make it worth
your while.”

With that, he drew her into his arms and devoured
her with a kiss.  He moved her backward until they fell upon the bed, while
Melanie tried to untie his cravat.

“We don’t have time for that now, love,” he whispered. 
“I promise to make it up to you, but we must do this quickly.”  With those
words, he drew back and disappeared under her skirts.  With the skill of a man
who’d undoubtedly done this many times before, he’d divested her of her drawers
before she even knew what he was about.  Then he lowered his mouth onto the
very heart of her. 

She shrieked.

“Shh!” came Hal’s voice, muffled as it was beneath
her skirts and buried within her.  “Calm yourself, love.”

Whatever else he was going to say was lost as he
lapped at her with his tongue and plied her with his fingers.  Making love with
him in the brothel had been the most breathtaking experience of her life.  But
she hadn’t dreamed something like this was possible.  Even Lydia and Angela had
neglected to mention this extraordinary sensation. 

She lifted her hips to his mouth, wanting more. 
Needing more.  He continued to suck and to lave and to play with her.  She was
on the verge of another climax when suddenly he reappeared.  She was just about
to tell him to go right back to where he came from, when she noticed he’d
undone the placket of his trousers.  Breathing heavily and flushed, he spread
her legs and thrust into her, hard.  She came the moment he was fully seated in
her.  Her contractions made him stop and groan. 

“Oh, Mel, you’re killing me,” he said.  “How can I
hold out when I feel the very pull of you?”

“I thought,” said Mel, as she finally caught her
breath, “that rakes were experienced in such things.”  She reached up to kiss
him. 

“Minx!  You make me want you beyond belief,” he said
as he kissed her and by some miracle kept from moving.  “How can I act like I
normally do when none of this is as it usually is?”

“Then show me,” she said with a sly smile.  “Show me
how much you want to explode.”

Hal grinned, then began to move in and out of her
slowly.  As he increased his speed, she wrapped her legs firmly around him.  He
began moving quicker and quicker….

“Wait!” she said, and for a moment she wasn’t sure
he’d heard her, or perhaps he hadn’t wanted to hear her.

Finally, he stilled.  Holding himself on top of her
with shaking arms, he touched his forehead to the pillow beside her, panting
heavily.  “Have you changed your mind?” he asked.  “I can stop.”  He began to
pull out.

She quickly wrapped her arms around him, keeping him
there.  “I haven’t changed my mind, it’s just….”  She bit her lip, unsure of how
to go on.

“Have I hurt you?” asked Hal, slightly panicked. 
“I’m so sorry, you should have said something.”  Again, he tried to pull out
and again she wouldn’t let him go.

She was so embarrassed, she could barely whisper. 
“There’s something I’d like to try.”

She had his attention.  “Mel, what are you talking
out?”

“Lydia was telling me…this is very embarrassing.”

“Sweetheart, you never have reason to be embarrassed
with me.  What is it?”

“She told me about something that sounds wicked, and
I don’t know if you’d even want to do it…”  She trailed off again.

“If it’s wicked, I want to do it.”

“She showed me pictures in a book from France.  The
man was on the bottom and the lady was on top, but turned around.”  Here she
blushed scarlet.  “Her mouth was on the man’s…well, his….”

Hal was dumbstruck.  “His cock?”  He could barely
get the word out.

“You’ve seen the picture!” said Mel, with a radiant
smile.  Doing it seemed much easier than talking about it.

His laughter reverberated through her.  “I think I
take your meaning.  But are you sure you want to do that?”

“If you don’t, we don’t have to.”

“Of course I want to do it,” he said as he slowly
slid from her body.  “There are any number of positions I’d like to explore
with you.  But we’d best get undressed if we want to do this right.”

They tore at each others’ clothes, trading kisses as
they pulled various bits of clothing from their bodies.  Finally, Hal lay on
his back, but couldn’t keep from stroking any part of her he could reach. 

She looked unsure for a moment, but he gently guided
her so that she lowered herself onto him with her head facing his feet.  She
stared down at his hard cock.  She wasn’t sure how she’d give him pleasure. 
Lydia had given her some suggestions, but it was quite another thing to be
faced with…  Suddenly he pulled her toward him and she felt his mouth on her. 
Without thinking, she pulled his cock into her mouth.

She was immediately lost in the rhythm of riding him
as she sucked his cock.  He was gently moving it in and out of her mouth, but
she wanted more than the inch or so he was allowing.  She put more of him into
her mouth, then was immediately rewarded with his muffled groan.

Her legs were on either side of his head.  He kneaded
her arse with his fingers while he sucked her cunny.

What had seemed like a foreign act when she’d looked
at it in the book was now an instinctual one.  They were both riding and
sucking at the same rate when she was once again overtaken by a climax.  A
moment later, she felt him frantically try to pull out of her mouth, but she
couldn’t bear to let him do that.  She felt him groan and jerk beneath her,
then he filled her mouth with his seed.  She was initially surprised, but upon
further quick reflection – everything was happening quite rapidly – it only
made sense.  She’d wiped his seed from her legs the first time they’d made
love.  And somehow, despite the unusual taste, it felt right to accept him, as
he’d accepted her.

She slowly moved off him, then turned around,
anxious to share the incredible moment.  But his eyes were closed and he looked
to be in pain.

“Melanie, I am so incredibly sorry.  I never should
have done this.  I know what you must think of me and I’m ashamed to have used
you so.  I tried to withdraw, I did.  But I was too damned excited.”

“Stop right there, Hal Kellington.  And open your
eyes.”

He did both of those things most reluctantly, only
to see his beautiful naked angel sternly shaking a finger at him.

“You are ruining a beautiful experience.  You’ve
given me indescribable pleasure.  Don’t you think I wanted to give you the same
gift in return?  You’re talking about this as if it were sordid.  As if I
should be ashamed.”  Now she was embarrassed again, as she looked around for
her clothes.

“I’m making a complete hash of this,” he admitted as
pulled her down to lie with him.  “It was beautiful.  And nothing we do could
be sordid.  Pray forgive me for being self-indulgent.  But this is all so different
for me and I didn’t want to ruin it.”  He kissed the top of her head.  “Of course,
nothing ruins anything more quickly than earnest discussion.  Which is why I
try to avoid it at all costs.”

They lay there for a moment, nestled together.  And
despite what they’d just done, Mel felt this was the most intimate they’d ever
been.  “Hal,” she said reluctantly.  “We’d best dress and return downstairs
before Mrs. Seton comes in search of us.”

“Mrs. Seton can go hang, but I suppose you have the
right of it.”  He gave her one last lingering kiss.  “Can I take you home?”

“I had best stay for the rest of the meeting.  And
Richard is picking me up.”

Mel tried not to laugh at the black look which came
over Hal’s countenance. 

“Parker,” he said, as he reached for their clothes, “can
go hang, too.”

*                    *                    *

Hal hardly knew himself as he left Mrs. Seton’s
house.  Leaving Mel at the meeting, when all he wanted to do was carry her off
to someplace private and make love to her for months on end, had been
difficult.  Almost impossible.

He couldn’t believe he’d come in her mouth.  It was
something he didn’t even do with prostitutes.  He’d tried – really tried – to
pull out.  But the feeling of being with her, moving in unison, had been the
most exquisite experience of his life.  He couldn’t believe it when she’d first
suggested it.  But when she’d lowered herself on top of him and he’d seen her
arse that close to him, smelled her womanly essence, he’d been half-crazed with
lust.  Feasting on her had been exactly what he’d needed.  He’d admired her
curiosity, but hadn’t expected her to follow through quite so enthusiastically. 
But when she’d placed his cock in her mouth and begun sucking, it had almost
destroyed him.  Within a moment, they’d both been close to the pinnacle and there
for each other.

There was something about her taking his seed that
was both intensely erotic and, oddly enough, quite domestic.  She’d accepted
him without question.  Had wanted it.  Hell, from the look on her face, she’d enjoyed
it.  Would likely do it again.

And while he was already hard as stone just thinking
about a lifetime of such adventures, what was really gratifying was that she
accepted him as a person just as completely.

She felt he had a better nature.  He didn’t always
feel that way.  But the certainty she felt, the faith she’d placed in him made
him want to be a better man.  He didn’t want to disappoint her and didn’t want
to let himself down because of it

His family loved him, but he wasn’t sure if they
could see past his youth that had been filled with folly.  Truth be told, his
folly hadn’t been confined to his youth.  Much of his foolishness could be
traced to the past six months during his acquaintance with Francis – not that
he’d ever admit that to his family. 

Before he’d left the house to see Patton, he’d
received a message from Francis asking him to call at his apartments.  Hal
hadn’t even taken the time to send a note telling him he’d be unable to make
it.  He’d been ignoring most of Francis’s requests for weeks now and knew his
prickly friend wouldn’t take it lightly.  In some respects, Francis could be
just as possessive as a lover, as if Hal owed him his companionship.  Francis
had been a good friend, but increasingly it seemed Francis had little taste for
entertainments that didn’t involve drinking to excess, losing more blunt at the
gaming tables than was advisable and whoring.

Hal was actually enjoying waking up with a clear
head.  He was even beginning to appreciate mornings, although mostly the hours
just before noon, rather than those just after dawn.  And since Hal had lost
all desire to consort with prostitutes, going to Madame Thurmond’s was out of
the question.  Although just the thought of that establishment reminded him of
what he’d done with Mel there.  And those thoughts….

With a groan, Hal tried not to think of Melanie or
he’d go straight back to Mrs. Seton’s, pull her away and make love to her for
the rest of the afternoon.

There were worse ways to spend the day. 

*                    *                    *

It wasn’t fair to anyone to slake one’s lust with
one woman while thinking of another.  Not just thinking about, but lusting
over.  Not just lusting over but liking.  If he had to be honest with himself,
loving. 

William Kellington, the Duke of Lynwood, was on his
way to an assignation he didn’t particularly want to go to.  It wasn’t that he
had a lack of passion for carnal activities.  In fact, it was just the
opposite.  In normal times, he had a drive that meant he spent at least some
part of each night relieving his own needs.  Sometimes more than once. 

At the moment, he had no mistress.  Lately, he’d
thought about employing one on several occasions.  He could certainly afford
it.  And it wasn’t that many years ago that he’d had a series of them.  No
liaison had lasted more than a year and he’d been generous when each arrangement
had ended.  He’d gifted them with jewelry and enough cash – via investments
handled by his man of business – to ensure each woman would have sufficient
funds when she was no longer able to make money from her looks.