Free Beatrice and Douglas by Kelly Lucille

course.”
    “Then I’ll pass, thanks.”  But, he just grabbed her
hand again and dragged her through the shiny glass door.
    “Come on.  We have to stop.  Traditionally, if I
get you something at the jewelry shop, you get me a little something in
lingerie.”  He waggled his eyebrows, shoving her toward the counter. 
“And I do mean little.”
    She laughed, digging in her heels.  “If you want me to
buy you some new boxers, all you have to do is ask.”
    “That’s cold.  You are an unnatural woman.  Let me
help you out.”  He crowded her into the counter from behind so that she
was leaning over the glass display with him pressed full length against
her.  “Think thong and see through lace.”  He whispered that directly
into her ear making her shiver.  She shook it off, elbowing him back.
    “Yeah, because that sounds all kinds of comfortable. 
How about you think thong and see through lace, I’ll think cotton bikini with
cute little bow in the front.”
    He nipped her ear before the man in the suit could get to
them.  “I can actually work with that.  Maybe a pink bow and white
cotton, and itty bitty bikini panties.”  He rubbed his hand down her
hip.  His voice a sly whisper in her ear.
    She elbowed him again, just as the clerk stepped up. 
“Behave.”
    “Can I help you?”
    “No.”
    “Yes.”  Beatrice and Douglas spoke at the same time,
Douglas louder, smiling benignly at the little man.  “What do you have in
belly button rings?”
    “Hah!  In your dreams, Bruce.”
    The little man’s bright beam of happiness vanished
fast.  “I am afraid to say we have nothing in body piercings.  But we
have some lovely traditional jewelry.”
    “Ignore us,” Beatrice said with a smile towards the
man.  “We’re just looking around.  I mean, if I wouldn’t marry him
for Dougie Jr. or any of the others, I’m not likely to change my mind for the
twins.”  Beatrice patted her flat belly and sniffed disdainfully. 
“It’s the whole free milk thing.”
    The little man blinked.  “Free milk?”
    “You know, if I can get the milk for free, why would I buy
the cow?” 
    Douglas who had been until that moment concentrating on the
feel of pressing up against soft curves and wondering how soon he could get her
back to bed, almost gave up the game by laughing out loud.  Instead, after
an abbreviated snort, he cleared his throat.  She didn’t help him to
contain his mirth when she actually reached back and patted his ass. 
“Right, Dougie?”
    Dougie, Christ.  He nuzzled her neck. 
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”  He took advantage of the fact that his face
was hidden and bit her neck.  Hard.
    She gasped, and then stood a little straighter. 
“Now.  I was thinking that if I get my man a little something shiny, he
might give me a little something later.”  This time she reached behind her
and grabbed his ass full out, her attention never leaving the sales clerk that
was looking so bemused.  “What do you think?”
    Watching the man look back and forth between their serious
faces, Douglas was tempted to laugh again, or bite her harder.  Really,
it could go either way.
    “What do I think about what?”
    “Jewelry for my man.  What do you got?”
    To the man’s credit, he was quick to shake it off and show
them to another section of lit displays.
    Before she could follow, Douglas pulled her back and whispered
for her ears only, “When I get you alone, I’m going to take this out on your
ass.”  Then he nipped her ear.  He felt her shiver again; she looked
over her shoulder at him and smiled real slow and wicked.  “That’s what
I’m paying the big bucks to hear.” 
    He snorted out a laugh , following after her, anxious
to see what she would say or do next.  With Beatrice it could be anything.
    ***
    “Cuff links really?  That’s the best you could do?”
    “What?  I had to buy something after we put him through
our shenanigans, and my dad will love