How To Tame Beasts And Other Wild Things (21 page)

“You can call me what you want. Lucille Ball. Clumsy. Klutzy. Whatever label you feel good about. Just don’t call me late for champagne and dessert in a penthouse suite!” Matilda sings.

I open the champagne as she pops a chocolate in her mouth. After I’ve poured each of us a glass, we clink our rims and take a sip of the bubbly.

“C’mere.” After setting my glass down, I press her face in my hands. “Hey, you can call me half blind…or mad eye or whatever label you feel good about. Just don’t call me a man who is not head over heels in love with the sexiest fucking woman on Earth. You hear me, Lucille? Otherwise, you’ve got some ’splainin’ to do!”

She snorts then laughs. “You got it, Ricky!”

I spin Matilda then back her into my arms for a dip. She squeals as she grabs my neck and pulls herself up.

“I’m sorry if you felt I was getting a bit overambitious. I didn’t mean to piss you off.” Her lips feather mine, chocolate hitting my tongue as I kiss her. “It must be my old days of playing rugby in high school. I was always a take-the-ball-and-run guy. I won’t apologize for telling you how I feel or what I see in our future. But I’ll try to reel things in a little.”

“Don’t let my momentary lapse of enthusiasm freak you out,” she says, rocking up to her toes. “I’m trying to find my way through all of this just like you are, okay? Please don’t be mad. I was sort of trying to keep things simple.”

“That’s very levelheaded and weird of you. But yes, it’s okay.”

She grins and rolls her eyes.

Grateful as fuck that we’re okay, I kiss her. “I’m just glad you love me most of the time.”

“Um, yeah. Most of the time as in I think about you nonstop, every second around the clock. You know, I think of you like that. Most of the time.”

“And what do you think when you’re thinking of me?”

“That I want you shoving me against the wall and pressing your body onto mine.”

I walk us farther into the suite. “And what else?”

She grins and steps out of her heels. “I want you tongue-fucking me.”

“Where, love?”

She giggles then sucks my earlobe. “Anywhere I’m wet,” she says quietly.

“And are you wet anywhere in particular just now?”

“You could say that.”

“Coincidentally, there’s a wall behind you that has your name on it.”

“Hmm, funny thing is, there just happens to be a few wet spots on me that have your name on them.”

We walk two strides back.

“Good, now, get up against the wall. I’ve got some things I need to get to,” I whisper against the curve of her neck as I move the hair from her shoulder. “Some sexy things. Some lips-meeting-lips, cock-not-getting-blocked kinds of things.”

Her ass hits the wall first. Then her head touches it. She drops her eyes to the top button on my shirt before flipping through each one until it’s open.

“Balthazar.” Kissing my collarbone, she says, “I like when you talk to me, like you telling me what you’re gonna do.”

“Like when I tell you I’m going to peel this dress off you, get you naked?” I unzip the back then drop the silken straps from her shoulders. Her dress slips down her body, creating a pool at her feet, which she steps out of.

“Or when I tell you I’m going to suck your tits raw?” I take the lace straps of her bra down to reveal her bountiful chest. I lick her breasts as she moans out my name and presses her body against my face, burying me in her soft fleshy heaven. “I could live between your tits. Could live,” I mutter. I suck her nipple into my mouth then nibble until she squeals. “I love your reactions.” I groan. “The way you spread your legs and drive your hips into me when I lick you. I’m going to suck them until they’re marked.”

“Balthazar, keep talking. I love when you talk dirty to me.”

“Like when I talk about how much I want your wet pussy?”

“Yeah,” she pleads.

“My tongue wants i
t…
My tongue is aching to fuck you.” I kneel in front of her, kissing her belly, my hands pressing her hips to the wall. “You ever want something so bad you ache for it?”

“God yes.”

              I suck her clit through her lace knickers. “What? Tell me what, Matilda.”

She opens her legs for me in obvious answer. “I ache for your tongue,” she says softly as I slide the wet lace panel aside and take my tongue to her lips.

“What, love? What aches for my tongue? Your wet cunt?” I suck, lap, and whisper words against her. “You’re so fucking wet my cock is ready to explode.”

Her knees buckle. “Balthazar…please. I want it in me. Now!”

“Not yet. I can taste that sweet ache, Matilda.” I open her to my lips and eagerly explore her. Her hands grip my shoulders as she bumps against my mouth, which makes me want to toss her down and rip my pants off. I grab my groin to adjust the pain then shred her panties off. She gasps, which makes me hungrier. I throw one of her legs over my shoulder, taking what I want, needing further access. Every damn inch of her. Front to back, inside and out, I make her mine as she wilts in my mouth, all of her resolve melting, every ounce of her passion and desire crawling out of her and into me.

“Matilda, have to have you. Can’t wait another fucking minute.” I pick her up and carry her to the bed then tear my pants and briefs down as though my life depends on it.

“You’re so fucking inside me. I know I’ve told you this, how you’ve become the only woman I’ll ever want again,” I whisper alongside her neck. Then I pull back to look at her eyes. “I mean it. Ever again.”

“Balthazar, I adore you. Don’t for one second think I don’t want everything about you. I love you,” she says softly. “I love you!” she yells.

I pin my hips to hers. “Don’t you dare get up and start streaking the halls again. I’d hate to have to fuck you out there. We might get arrested.”

“Then you’d better stake your claim and fuck me nice and hard right now.”

“I’m not so sure about nice, but there’s no question about hard.” I drive in with a deep thrust. Matilda’s soft moans make me feel like a king when I move inside her. She wraps her legs around me as I cage her with my hands and curl under her. Sweat drips from my face and onto her tits, causing a stir inside me as I watch each drop meet her skin.

“You feel me?”

Her eyes flutter as her lips contort with each deep thrust.

“Would you want this from anyone else?” I accelerate my movements.

Her hips beg me for more, ask me to go harder. I give it to her.

“Not from anyone,” she mouths. Her tongue comes out, waiting for mine as our lips crash together, and we cling to each other for every breath. As her fingers claw up and down my back, she grips handfuls of my ass and pulls me hard inside her.

“More,” she says softly.

“Tell me. Who do you want fucking you?” I lick her mouth. “Deep and hard. Who do you want licking you? Whose face do you want to come all over on?” My tongue dives into her mouth.

She sucks as if it were my cock. It makes me groan as I swell, and I swear I get three times harder.

“Whose name do you want falling from your lips when you come again and again and again around a cock?”

“Balthazar, only you. Oh god…only you.”

Matilda

Tool of thief, toy of queen.
Always used to be unseen.
Sign of joy, sign of sorrow.
Giving all likeness borrowed.
 

Mask

Christmas Eve is here and Imogene is joining us. Balthazar’s level of excitement since he’s fully accepted the idea that he has a mother has really been something to witness. With her arrival later this afternoon, we finish readying the twins’ big boy room.

Jinx holds an armload of hooded sweatshirts as he approaches Balthazar. “We need hookers for our jackets, Daddy.”

“Hooks, mate! Got ’em right here.” After digging through his tool belt, Balthazar pulls out silver wall hooks. “Gonna put them up on the back of your door so you boys can reach them and hang up your clothes. Sound good?”

Jinx nods as he drops the sweatshirts by the door and perches his hands on his hips. Balthazar removes the cordless screwdriver from his belt. Jax studies his dad as he holds a hook against the door then takes a screw from his mouth.

“Daddy, you gonna screw that hooker to the wall?”

I burst out laughing as Balthazar spits the screw from his mouth and props himself against the door with one arm. The other digs in his belt pouch for another screw. He shakes his head, chuckling as he looks over his shoulder to me and winks.

Okay, fine. I adore the shit out of them.

After we finish their room, I tidy up the kitchen and check the bar for details, while Balthazar showers. With everything ready save last-minute details of candle lighting and ice bucket filling, I jog up the stairs to get dressed for our evening. Jog, yeah. Two steps at a time, not one slip or fall! “I own these stairs today,” I sing as I leap to the landing.

              “Lucille who?” I mutter smugly as I strip out of my clothes. Opening the closet door, I whip the curtain in front of my clothes aside to grab my velvet tartan dress. “Dammit, Lucille!” I shriek, my toe catchingthe puddle of curtain on the floor. “Shi
t…
shit!” I channel the twins. “I need a hooker for this curtain!”

“Well, look at you. Legs all spread and ready to go!” Balthazar chuckles, towering above me. In a kilt. With a four-day stubble. Shirtless. Tatted. Belted. KILT!

              “Holy mother of god, look at you!” My mouth drops open, hoping his Yule log will fall from his kilt and bless me and my spread legs with some holiday cheer.

“I was about to say the same thing. What’re you doing?” He quirks an eyebrow. “Naked on the floor of the closet…self lovin’?”

All of his hotness is married to a cocky little grin as his one eye dances from my face to my chest before settling on my open legs. Funny that I haven’t done the ladylike thing and crossed them.

“Nope. Just waiting around for a Brit in a kilt. Tell me you’re commando under that thing. Lie if you’re not, then do something about it.”

Balthazar scratches his jaw. “A Brit with any balls would never wear briefs under his kilt, love. That’d be offensive to my countrymen.” That fucking voice, it still gets me. The man somehow fucks me with his voice before his cock gets anywhere near me.

“Well, considering the size of your balls, I guess I know the answer to that one. Can you flash me? You know, give the ho, ho, ho on the floor a little something more to smile about.”

He licks his lips, and then I lick mine. Why is he still standing? Am I not being
obvious
enough?

“You might end up with coal in your stocking, pretty eyes.”

“I couldn’t give a shit as long as my stocking is filled by a hot Brit in a kilt.”

              “I’ll be filling you, all right.” He opens his kilt to reveal his gorgeous erection. “Love, that smile of yours is about to get you fucked hard.”

I widen my grin. “This smile? This one?”

He kneels between my spread legs. “See how big it is now.”

“I did say hard, didn’t I?” He groans fisting his cock, until he grabs my hips as the kilt dances between my legs, his erection splitting the plaid. “You want it harder than hard, don’t you, love?”

“Oh, yeah.” I nod.

After grabbing the root of his cock again, he strokes it a few times.

“I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas,” I sing quietly, and we both crack up.

“Naughty little elf. Now, bring us some figgy pudding,” he croons in his raspy deep voice.

Post-Christmas Eve naughtiness, Balthazar throws on a crisp, white linen shirt and tops it with a black bow tie, effectively slaying me. I slip into a red lace corset with matching panties then whip on my dress. He whistles out a couple of catcalls as he walks a circle around me.

“I made you a little something. And I know you don’t like thrift stuff because of the orphanage, but I hope this one can pass muster, mister.” I pull a hanger out of the closet then slip the Union Jack blazer I sewed for him off it.

Balthazar’s face lights up in a display of joyfulness that makes tears spring to my eyes. “Matilda Pearl.” He grins.

I swell with pride as he grabs the blazer from my hands and looks it over. Inside the blazer, I sewed a lining of teal silk. With a black fabric pen, I wrote all over it in my fanciest cursive.
Matilda Independence Pearl loves Balthazar Beastly Brit Cox
. I also dated it and added the words
our first Christmas
.

In a hoarse voice, he asks, “What am I going to do with you, pretty eyes?”

“I suppose I could think of a thing or two?” I answer as he slides the blazer on. I bite the grin on my lips as he gazes at his reflection in the mirror.

This man…
Whoosh
. There goes all of my air. Again.