Wicked And Wild: Spencers in Love Book Two (21 page)

Chapter
40

            “Come back to bed.” Mirabelle commanded. Lucien
sighed as he pushed away from the window. “What is it?” She asked as he crawled
on the bed towards her.

“Alastair found the stallion Toby
and I were working with. I was planning on keeping him.” He pressed his lips to
her stomach and continued kissing his way up her body.

“Now you're not?” Mirabelle moaned
as his tongue flicked her nipple.

“No.” Lucien repeated the gesture
on the other. “That's his horse now. I could tell by the way he ran. They're
well suited.” Mirabelle smiled as he settled over her.

“He's getting restless. Maybe a new
horse will entertain him for a while.” She gasped as she felt his fingers
parting her.

“You know better. He’ll just ride harder
and faster to keep his frustrations at bay. He needs more.” Lucien rested his
forehead against Mirabelle's and let his eyes close as he slid into her.

“We’ll find something for him
later.” She sighed as he began to move within her. He nodded as the last of his
coherent thoughts melted away.

Lucien lost himself in Mirabelle.
The feel of her around him and beneath him overwhelmed him. The taste of her
intoxicated him, her smell made him dizzy. The sounds she made, from tiny,
breathy gasps to whimpering moans to the wild shrieks, drove him mad and urged
him on. She shattered in his arms and he held her tight until his own release pulled
him under. As he came to, he knew he could never have enough of her, that he
would always need more.

“How did you know?” Lucien asked as
pressed his face into Mirabelle's hair.

“Hmm?” Her eyes were closed and she
was drawing invisible swirls on his back.

“That it would be like this? That
we were worth waiting for.” He whispered. She chuckled softly.

“I didn't. I was waiting to see if
someone more wicked came along but no one did.” Mirabelle sighed dramatically.
Lucien lifted his head and scowled at her. Her lips quivered as she tried to
keep them straight. He slid his hands along her body until he found her ribs
and he squeezed. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped. “Don't! Lucien, no!” She
begged. He shook his head and his fingers danced along her sides. She screamed and
laughed as she thrashed beneath him. “Please!” She squealed.

“Is this what you had in mind,
madam?” He laughed as he teased. She shook her head and arched in his arms. Her
hair was swirled around her face against the pillows. She was so beautiful.

“Lucien! Stop!” She sobbed.
Deciding she’d had enough, Lucien released her and sat back on his ankles. Her
chest rose and fell rapidly and she licked her lips as she tried to catch her
breath. She made his heart stop when she looked into his eyes. She raised her
hand for him to pull her up. He took it and tugged. She rose and wrapped her
arms around his neck as she pressed herself against him. She looked over his
shoulder and saw her reflection in the mirror. “Look at what you've done! I
look positively wild!” She pouted. He pulled his head back and smiled.

“You've always been wild,
sweetheart. It's what I love most about you.” Lucien caressed her cheek as he lost
himself in the emerald depths of her eyes. Mirabelle's lips curved.

“That's how I knew. You’re the only
one that's ever truly understood me. Maman, Gilles, Alastair and Madeline, they
love me despite my flaws but you've always embraced them. You let me have them.
No one else would have been wicked enough to handle me.” Lucien pressed his
lips to hers and smiled.

“I'm so glad I got that right at
least.” He whispered.

“Oh, you get a great many things
right.” She murmured as her tongue slid along his lips.

“I do try.” He mumbled before his tongue
tangled with hers.

Chapter 41

            Epilogue

           
Two And A Half Years Later

Lucien sat in the hall outside of
the ducal chambers, cringing every time Mirabelle screamed or swore. He wasn't
sure why most men stayed out of the birthing room but he stayed away because he
was afraid she'd rip him apart with her bare hands. She was furious. Lucien
smiled every time she cursed him. Mirabelle was alright if she could wish him
to hell.

            He'd spent most of the day chasing Charley
around the house. Born Charlotte Elizabeth, just over two years ago, she'd gone
from crawling to sprinting, completely ignoring walking. Charley was everything
he'd hoped for- stubborn, bright, loud and so fast he often swore she had
wheels for legs and six hands. Lucien was her favorite person in the world and
she had him in the palm of her chubby little hand. He'd fallen asleep with her
on his chest, her bright red tresses wrapped around one of his fingers. His
mother woke him to take her to the nursery and said that it was almost time.

            Mirabelle howled and there was a brief moment of
silence before the miraculous and unmistakable sound of a baby’s first cry
filled the night. Lucien felt tears fill his eyes and he stood.

            “Why does he always get his way?” Mirabelle
complained. He laughed as joy flooded him. He couldn't wait to kiss his wife.
The door opened and Celine’s head popped out.

            “Another precious daughter, Lucien!” She
announced, her face was radiant with delight and her eyes glittered with tears.
“The doctor says you can come in soon.” Lucien knew he was smiling like a fool
but didn't care.

            “She had the baby? Which is it?” Madeline asked
as she ran down the hall. Lucien held out his hand and she took it.

            “A girl!” He laughed. Her eyes got wide and she
stared at the door.

            “Oh! Mirabelle must be upset.” She whispered.
Lucien shrugged.

            “She’s probably over it by now.” He guessed.
Madeline hugged him and went to the door.

            “I'll go check on them.” When she looked over
her shoulder at Lucien she looked as she did the night Charlotte was born.
Overcome with excitement and vulnerable. He thought of trying to hug her again
but he sensed that she was trying not to cry. He knew she missed his father and
wished that he could have been with them. For a moment, Lucien felt as if he might
cry too. They were so alike, he would probably think his rowdy little
granddaughter hung the moon and would be overjoyed to have another. “Thank you,
Lucien. Mirabelle and Charlotte and now this little one… you've given me a
wonderful family to fuss over.” Her smile trembled.

            “It was all my pleasure. Thank you for teaching
me what a family is supposed to be.” He whispered, his voice thick with
emotion. Madeline smiled as she nodded and went into the bedroom.

            He paced for several minutes before Mary opened
the door and said he could go in. Lucien took a few hesitant steps, waiting to
see if any projectiles would be launched in his direction. Mirabelle hurled a
book at him after Charlotte. When he was finally brave enough to look at her,
she was resting against the pillows, holding another flame haired bundle to her
breast. She looked up at him and her smile made his knees weak.

“How much trouble am I in?” He
asked as he carefully sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the blanket back so
he could get a better look. She was utter perfection. He looked at Mirabelle,
at a loss for words.

“She's rather precious. I forgive
you.” She looked down and watched as the baby suckled greedily. “I think she's got
my appetite.” She giggled.

“I'll buy a farm.” Lucien decided.
Mirabelle laughed.

“What shall we call this tiny
hellion?”

“What do you think of Jacqueline?”
She asked.

“I'll have to call her Jack. I love
it.” He took to calling Charlotte Charley to tease Mirabelle for her
disappointment over having a girl and because he knew many of his peers were
going to mock him for his failure to have a male heir first. Mirabelle's
disappointment lasted as long as it took for the doctor to place the baby in
her arms. Mostly, she just begrudged Lucien for getting what he wanted. “How
are you feeling? Are you still going to cut off my favorite appendage?” He
teased as he brushed her cheek. He leaned down and kissed her brow.

“I'm much better than I was an hour
ago. I feel like I could sleep for a week though.” She yawned and the baby’s
head lulled drunkenly away from Mirabelle's breast. “Would you like to take her?”
She asked softly.

Lucien nodded and carefully lifted
the squirming bundle. They were always so tiny and the first few times he held
a newborn terrified him. He felt too large and awkward to hold something so
small and fragile. Once he had his hands carefully wrapped around her, he
lifted her face to his and pressed his lips to her delicate cheek.

“Hello, tiny Jack!” He whispered.
Mirabelle chuckled softly as she drifted towards sleep. “We're going to have
the best time! You and me and mamma and Charley, we’re going to climb trees and
swim and I'll teach you where the best fishing spots are. Your mamma loves fish!”

“Don't you dare, Lucien.” Mirabelle
grumbled.

Four Years Later

I should have had a couch placed
in this hallway.
Lucien thought as he watched the door to the ducal
chambers. He grimaced as a particularly vulgar string of curses came from his
bedroom. This time he prayed for a boy. Not because he didn't love his four
daughters to distraction. Those little girls and their mother were his entire
world. But his presence in the world might come to an end this evening if that
baby ended up being another girl.

Mirabelle had accepted defeat
gracefully after Alexandra (Alex, obviously) came along. She did pout for
almost an hour after Maxine (Max, of course) though. Lucien knew that if this baby
wasn't a boy she was going to be inconsolable. She would love their daughter,
she was a fantastic mother, she would just be terribly disappointed that she
didn't have her little boy. Yet.
Don’t get ahead of yourself.
He warned.
If it wasn't a boy, he might need a couch in the hallway.

The door opened and Madeline leaned
out.

“The doctor sees the head, we
should know soon. I hope you're praying for all you're worth.” She warned
before she shut the door. Lucien laughed. It was a nervous laugh. Mirabelle screamed
and another tiny wail followed. He held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut
as he begged his maker.

“Oh, thank God!” Mirabelle yelled.
The air left Lucien's lungs in a whoosh and he slid down the wall in relief. A
few minutes later, Madeline came out and sat next to him. She had tears in her
eyes and her smile quivered. He took her hand in his.

“He looks just like you, Lucien!”
She whispered. “I had to leave because I was afraid I would fall to pieces.”
Lucien squeezed her hand and thanked God for blessing him again. He looked at
his mother and she smiled warmly as she rested her head on his shoulder. He knew
that she felt just as blessed. His children had helped her heal from the loss
of her second child and his father.

Shortly after Charley was born,
Lucien was watching Toby break a young stallion when Madeline leaned against
the fence next to him. Stunned and speechless, he turned and saw that she was
wearing a riding habit.

“I thought I'd go for a ride. Could
you pick a horse for me?” Her voice was unsteady but he sensed her resolve. He
offered his arm as he turned towards the stable.

“I have the perfect horse. I
thought I was saving her for Mirabelle but I think she's meant for you.”

Lucien was overcome as he watched his
mother flying across the park on Bellona. It had taken them moments to bond and
his mother was as confident in the saddle as he remembered.

The bedroom door opened, bringing
Lucien back to the present. Celine beckoned and he and Madeline rose and went
to meet his son.

Coming Soon!

Spencers in Love Book
Three

A mystery from
Gilles’ past returns from the dead.

Will love be too much
for Alastair? Can he win the one thing he swore he'd never want?

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