Page 96 of Third Time is the Charm
“Every day,”he murmured again into her ear as he began to thrust into her.
Beth closed her eyes, feeling the future that was within her grasp just as surely as she felt his movement inside of her, bringing her towards release. His hand came over her hip, his fingers finding her sensitive bud. She moaned against the onslaught of sensations at her core.
“Every day, gorgeous.”His gruff whisper continued. “That’s it, just come for me; show me you want this too.”
Her mouth dropped open with a silent gasp as her muscles contracted around him, her orgasm washing over her like the break of dawn, lighting up everything around her, eliminating every corner of darkness.
Behind her, Darcy groaned her name, pressing her hips back hard against him, and she felt him let go. His pleasure claimed him, his release covering her –claiming her– and every cell inside of her relished the feeling.
Darcy held her against him and stayed resting inside of her for several minutes. He pulled her tightly to him, whispering words of love and comfort in her ear. She was half-tempted to turn her head to make sure it was the ‘Intolerable’ Mr. Darcy who was still in bed with her, but she couldn’t find the strength – and she didn’t really doubt that it was.
Belt felt her entire body relax. By the time he whispered that it was time to get up, she’d completely forgotten about her nightmare and all of the fear and uncertainty that had come along with it.
He was the first up, slipping out of her and out of the bed. Not bothering with his sweats, he walked naked into the bathroom to wash himself off and brush his teeth.
With a small, resentful moan, Beth pushed herself up out of bed and followed his lead. By the time she was brushing her teeth, her body was fully awake and anxious for what the day had in store.
Carefully maneuvering around each other in the small space, they both dressed in efficient silence, not wanting to break the magical tenderness of the morning with a discussion that would eventually have to be had.
Beth walked out into the kitchen, stopping in her tracks when she heard a phone vibrating.
“Is your phone ringing?” she yelled to him, trying to move towards the noise.
“No.”
Digging underneath her jacket and the pillow at the end of the couch, she finally found her phone, vibrating against the armrest.
“Hello?” she answered breathlessly without even looking to see who had called.
“Hey, Beth,” Colin’s familiar voice sounded from the other end of the line. “Everything ok?”
“Oh, hey. Sorry, yeah. Just couldn’t find my phone there for a minute. What’s up? Everything ok? I’m about to leave in a few minutes, so I should be there on time. Is that ok?” Her concerned questions rolling off of her tongue before she could stop them.
Beth propped her phone against her shoulder, walking back into the kitchen to try to continue to get herself ready to leave while she waited for Colin’s response.
“Yes. No. Well, I’m not sure,” he began disjointedly. “Everything is fine with the Contest. I just got down here to the starting line – people are already here and lining up. But don’t rush, it’s fine. We are handling it.”
“Oh, ok.”
“That’s not what I’m calling about though. Hannah just called me.” He paused to talk to one of the volunteers for a moment. “Sorry. Hannah just called; she was going over the guest list for tonight again. I don’t know if it’s anything, but I just wanted to call you and let you know because it stuck out to her. She told me that a ‘Mrs. C. DeBourgh’ is on the guest list.”
Beth felt her heart drop into her stomach.
“Beth?” Colin asked into the silence from her end of the line.
“Yeah. Sorry. Yes, that name does mean something to me.”
“Is it her?”
“I don’t know.” Beth answered honestly. “It could be. It probably is.”
It was unlikely that Mrs. DeBourgh was in Boston for this. Knowing that Caroline was coming up here for Darcy, and was after Beth, the most likely explanation was that Caroline was here using the DeBourgh name.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked her, his voice deadly serious. “I can have them not let her in, if you think that it’s Caroline.”
Beth stayed silent for a minute, staring into the bedroom, as if getting a glance of Darcy would give her an answer.
What if it was Mrs. DeBourgh?
