Authors: Anjela Renee
Chapter 8
France 1634
“Do you really have to go?” Lady Mary Gentry asked, fluttering her eyelashes. She knew giving him that look almost always worked to get her way. Mary and Maurice sat outside under a tree with a picnic lunch, enjoying each other's company. It was a pleasant spring day and they were enjoying the outdoors.
“Mary, I would love nothing more than to sit with you all day. You love me, and that is an amazing thing, but I am not of your class. I need to make a good impression on your father.”
Maurice knew he was a lucky man to have found a woman of such standing to accept him, even though he could not afford the luxury she was used to. How would she feel if they were married and she gave up all her finery?
“But hunting is so uncivilized. This is the 1634; surely we are beyond killing for sport.”
“It's not just about killing for sport; it's about skill, and I need to go—your Father invited me. If I offend him, he will never let us get married.” Mary knew he was right, but she worried for Maurice. Mary's father had a nasty habit of “accidentally” getting rid of people he didn't like.
“You promise to be careful, my love?” Mary looked upset as she worried for Maurice.
“As always you are my life, sweet Mary. I will always return to you.” Mary loved when he talked to her like that; it made her feel safe, something she had always longed for. Maurice kissed Mary, pressing his lips against hers. They kissed and he reached to caress her breast. Her corset and several layers of clothing prevented him from feeling how hard her nipples had become. Mary pulled away suddenly. “Maurice, I am sorry but I can’t do things like that. It’s wrong.”
“I am sorry, Mary; I shouldn’t try and push things that far.”
“It's okay; it was my fault. You must know I love you, Maurice, and don't ever doubt that. No matter what my father says.”
“I would never doubt you. I have seen the way other men look at you. You see no one but me. I don't understand why, but you have always accepted and loved me. It’s getting late. I have to go now.”
Maurice changed and walked toward the stable where Mary's father had asked him to meet up for their hunting trip. He had borrowed some riding clothes from a friend so he would look good. He wanted to make a good impression on her Father. He loved Mary more than anything and wanted her father's permission to marry her. As he walked toward the stable, he overheard Mary's father talking to his friend.
He would never dream of eavesdropping, but he heard his name mentioned in their conversation.
“I will never allow my only daughter to marry that low class nobody,” Lord Herald Gentry declared.
“Aren't you being a little tough on the lad, Herald?” Edward replied.
“Hell no! If that little greedy bastard thinks that he's going to marry my sweet little girl and get his dirty hands on my money, he has another thing coming.”
“Look: I'm not saying that you should give the young man all your hard earned money, but just keep an open mind. You know I'm right, Herald.”
“I will try,” Herald grumbled.
“That's all I ask. Besides, it wasn't too long ago that your Father-in-law had a similar conversation about you.”
“Oh you sneaky bastard, that was a low blow.”
Maurice took the momentary pause to approach Herald and Edward. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Mary's father would never agree to let them marry. Maurice had to change his mind; that was the only way. Mary wasn't the type to just run off without her father's consent.
“Lord Gentry, thank you for allowing me the privilege of riding along with you on this hunt.”
“Hum—yes, well, Maurice, this is Lord Edward Holmes, a good friend of mine.”
“Looks like the weather will be quite pleasant don't you think, Herald?” Edward cheerfully asked.
“Yes, quite. Let's get going,” he said grumpily.
“Yes sir,” Maurice replied.
Maurice mounted the horse and was ready to get this over and done with. He knew Mary's father didn't like him, but he needed to change his mind. He needed to find common ground; surely they must have something in common.
“Okay Gentlemen, let's not waste time and get on with this trip!” Maurice stated. He kicked his horse and began riding at a leisurely pace.
Herald and Edward did the same. Two servants and two hunting dogs followed them. Maurice couldn't believe that they would make such a fuss out of a hunting trip. Well, they were of the upper class. He, too, would often go hunting with his father, but they went on foot with a single hunting dog and nothing else.
“Lord Gentry, I just want to say that I love Mary very much.”
“So you say,” Herald responded.
The men had been riding for a while when Herald stopped.
“There is deer ahead! Maurice, would you like to have the honor of the first kill?” Herald asked.
“My Lord, it would be a pleasure.”
Maurice walked ahead with his rifle ready for the kill. He was walking further and further into the woods. He didn't want to fail Mary's father; he had to find this deer. He could probably kill a dozen animals and still not impress the old bastard, but he needed to give it everything he had. He had to try, for Mary’s sake.
***
Herald jumped off his horse, impatiently. “I'll walk ahead and see if I can find the deer.”
“Be careful. Maurice might think you’re the deer and shoot you.”
“You worry too much, Edward.”
Herald walked ahead and further into the woods. He heard a snapping of a twig and saw something in the distance. Herald aimed his gun carefully; then, slowly pulling the trigger, the gun fired and smoke came from the gun. “Got it!” he yelled and ran ahead. As Herald walked deeper into the woods and closer to his kill, all the color drained from his face. It wasn't a deer at all; he had shot Maurice, who was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. He was moaning, and looked like he was on the brink of death.
“Please, my Lord, help me,” Maurice begged.
Herald backed away, turning around and running back toward the horses.
“Edward, we're heading back,” Herald shouted.
“What about Maurice? I heard a gunshot.”
“It was a miss. Maurice and I had a disagreement; he decided to walk back. Let's go.”
“Are you sure he'll make it back alright?
“He'll be fine. Let's go.”
Herald and Edward rode their horses back to the stables. It had never been Herald’s intention to kill Maurice, but what was done was done. At least Mary could now move on, hopefully to someone who was more worthy of her.
Chapter 9
As Abby walked into Javon's house, she couldn't believe her eyes. It was the biggest house she had ever been in, with a grand staircase and a crystal chandelier that glittered above them from the high ceiling, His home was quite intimidating.
“You have a beautiful home,” Abby said as she took in all the opulent furniture. The house must have been professionally decorated.
“It's too large for me. I've thought about downgrading to something smaller but I love the lake, and it's nice and secluded.”
“Such a big home for one man,” she stated
“My sister, Sally, lives here also. She would love you. Let me show you around.” Javon took Abby around the many rooms in the house: the game room, the movie room, and the sitting room. The house had more rooms than a person could possibly use. She couldn't believe he lived here.
“Would you like to go upstairs? My sister has a room full of Swarovski crystals that is quite impressive.”
“I would love to see it!”
Javon led Abby to a room next to the upstairs living room. The room was small compared to the others that she had seen, but she was shocked at how many crystals his sister had.
Abby had always loved looking at crystals, but could never afford anything bigger than one the size of a penny.
“This is incredible, Javon. Your sister must have taken a long time to collect all of these.”
“She has been at it a very long time; some are antiques.”
As Abby looked at all the different shapes, sizes, and colors of the crystals, she spotted a purple cat on the shelf. She was carefully looking at it and wanted to pick it up, but she knew that it wouldn't be very polite.
“You can pick it up.”
“Your sister won't mind?”
“She doesn't even come in here anymore,” Javon assured her. He picked up the small crystal and handed it to Abby.
“It's so beautiful. I love cats and I love the color purple.” Abby smiled as she held the little crystal kitty. Abby handed the crystal back to Javon before she grew too attached.
“Here; take it before I break it.”
Javon placed the crystal back on the shelf where he found it.
“Abby, I have one last room I want to show you. I think we should have some fun,” Javon said as he offered her his hand, letting her feel his warmth as they walked down the stairs. He led her toward the other end of the house. Soon, they were on the main floor, facing the lake. Javon opened a set of double doors, and Abby was speechless. It was an indoor swimming pool with a water slide. A big smile appeared on Abby's face.
“Oh my gosh, Javon, this is awesome! Is it heated?” Abby asked as she walked into the room.
“Yes; it's set at a constant temperature of 85 degrees. Shall we go for a swim?” Javon asked as he imagined what Abby would look like swimming naked.
“Heck yeah, but I don’t have a swimsuit.”
“That's okay, neither do I.” Javon began taking off his clothes while Abby just stared at him, stunned.
“What are you doing?” Abby, exclaimed.
“I'm going to swim naked. Care to join me?” Javon asked.
Abby didn't respond but looked extremely nervous and uncomfortable. She just stared as Javon stripped down. Soon, he was naked and jumped into the pool.
“I don't know about this, Javon. I'm not ready to get naked in front of you yet.”
“How about I turn around and then you can undress and jump in? I promise I won't look.”
Abby looked at Javon, all cute, naked, and wet in the pool. She wanted desperately to wrap herself around him.
“I think I might regret this but okay, turn around.”
Javon complied.
“Can I turn around yet?” Javon asked. He felt the splash when she jumped into the water. Abby came up and saw Javon turned the other way, waiting patiently.
“Okay, I'm in. You can turn around now,” Abby replied nervously.
***
Javon turned around and was overcome with desire and want for this human woman in front of him. He never felt this strongly before; he knew at that moment she was the one, she was meant to be his eternal mate. He stared at Abby and what he could make of her naked body through the water. Abby stared back at Javon nervously; she had never done anything like this before. She had always played it safe, always dated boring guys, and had a boring job. There was nothing exciting about her at all, but this was daring and exciting and she liked it.
Javon began swimming toward her. He had a rock hard erection from the sight of Abby's perky breasts. He couldn't stop imagining her hard nipple in his mouth as he sucked and drove her crazy. Abby was trembling with nerves. She wanted him so badly but wasn't sure if she was ready to go there tonight, even though she was already doing so many dirty things to him in her mind.
“Abby, I know you're nervous when you're around me. You don't need to be. If you don't feel okay with anything I'm doing, I'll stop.” Abby nodded her head in agreement. Javon reached out to Abby and began stroking her cheek. She put her hand on his.
“Are you okay with this?” Javon asked.
“Yes.”
His body was so close to hers, and he was afraid that she would notice that he had a monstrous hard on. He began caressing her body gently as he pushed her hair aside and began kissing her neck, taking in her sweet scent.
Javon pressed his lips against hers. Abby moaned; he could feel her body come alive. He could sense her arousal. Her blood was pumping faster through her body and she felt so warm against his body. She kissed him gently at first, tasting him with her tongue. His hands were everywhere, exploring the delectable curves her body had to offer. Her hand began exploring his body; the broadness of his shoulder, the well-defined muscles of his chest. She ran her hands over his back. She began kissing him more aggressively, demanding more. He kissed her back with just as much passion.
***
Abby's hands cupped his firm behind. She began squeezing it; she loved a great butt on a man. Suddenly, Javon pulled away from her. It was then that she noticed a dark haired, dark skinned woman standing there, watching with amusement.
“Javon, you bad boy, you brought a friend home and didn't tell me.” Sally stood there looking at the pair of them like she was a teacher reprimanding her naughty students.
“Sally, this is Abby. Abby, this is my sister, Sally. Now leave, you nosy woman! You are embarrassing her and pissing me off,” Javon barked.
“Oh, don't get so testy; I just wanted to meet her. I'll leave. Abby, it was nice seeing you. You have lovely breasts; I wish mine were as full. I'm rather flat chested, you see.”
Javon and Abby just stared at each other. Abby was beet red from embarrassment. Sally then sauntered out of the poolroom, giving them both a wave as she left.
“Javon, I think I'll just get dressed and go.” Abby started getting out of the pool, not caring if he saw her naked or not.
“Please don't go. We can just pick up from where we left off. Don't let Sally ruin our good time,” Javon said as he gave her a sexy smile.
Abby was already out of the pool and wrapped up in a fluffy towel.
“Javon, it just isn't going to happen tonight. I'm sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about. I should have locked the door,” he murmured.