Blessed Beginnings (Hunter's Ridge Book 4) by Maggie Ryan Read Free Book Online Page A

cross the hall, he spoke again. "I'm just praying that when Molly weds, she'll want to continue taking care of Lucy."
    "So you do think she's to wed?"
    "Absolutely," Lucas said. "I swear that Joseph's mind is on her all the time. Poor lad admitted he'd polished the same pair of boots three times instead of three different pairs today."
    "I can't see him taking Molly away from Hunter's Ridge," Edward said, sipping the last of his drink. "More likely the two will wed and remain to raise their own family under your roof." He clapped Lucas on the back as he rose. "At the rate you're going, this house won't be without the sound of chatter anytime soon."
    The two men played a game of chess before they left the room to retire. Climbing the stairs together, they couldn't hide the smiles on their faces as they prepared to join their wives in their beds. Neither had any reluctance in stating that they were very lucky men indeed.
    When Lucas opened the door, he instantly looked toward the bed, always pleased at the sight of long, blonde wavy strands spread across crisp white linens. His brow furrowed when an empty spot greeted him instead.
    "Papa?"
    Turning, he saw her kneeling before the fire and his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. The flames from the fire danced and made her gown almost transparent. The shape of her body was outlined from her shoulders to her hips. Her pebbled nipples pressed against the fabric caused his cock to lengthen.
    "It's naughty to be out of bed, kitten," he admonished softly as he closed the door behind him.
    "I-I wanted to wait for you here," Lucy said quietly, her hands sweeping across the white fur of the rug. "It was so wonderful with the fire last night and, and I wanted to… to do what you spoke of this afternoon." Her voice trailed off and he could see her cheeks flushing as he approached her.
    "And, what was that, little one?"
    "Um, you… you don't remember?"
    "That wasn't the question, kitten. The question was, what exactly do you wish to do?" Lucas said, not giving her an inch.
    "Um, use my…" She paused, looking down for a moment before lifting her head and her eyes to his. "Papa, may I please suckle your cock?"
    God, he adored this woman. It was difficult for her to speak of such intimate acts and yet he could see her tightly puckered nipples and smell the perfume of her arousal on the air. He slowly undressed as she watched his every move and when he was nude, he moved to stand a few feet from where she was kneeling. Her eyes lifted from his cock to wait for his permission to begin. He spread his feet apart and wrapped his fist around his erection.
    "Come to me," he said softly, and she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled the few feet that separated them. When she reached him, she knelt up again.
    "Undo your gown."
    Small hands moved to the ties holding her gown together to pull at little bows, her face flushing as she looked up at him again.
    "Show me your sweet breasts and those little pink nipples." His cock twitched as he watched her slowly push the sheer fabric to the sides, baring her breasts and her body to his view.
    "Remove it."
    She pushed the gown from her shoulders, slipping her hands from the cuffs until the fabric pooled at her knees. He knew she had absolutely no idea of the vision she made, nude and kneeling before him, her eyes lifted to his, her breasts tipped with raspberry colored nipples that were standing proud. From his stance, he could look to see the waterfall of her golden hair and beneath the last curl, the swell of her hips began to become the curve of a bottom he'd never tire of spanking, caressing or loving.
    "Yes, my love, you may suckle."
    With permission given, he watched her tongue come out to lick across her bottom lip and felt his cock jerk in his hand. He reached out and fisted one hand in her hair, silently telling her that, for now, he would control the movements.
    "Keep your eyes on mine," he ordered. When her eyes met his, he used a