Chapter 14
GRACE
Two Days Later
I’ve spent three days wondering what could be on the other side of the tall grey stone wall that edges the side of Jack’s perfectly mowed lawns.
No windows from the house overlook it, and on expectation I’ve discovered you can almost walk all the way around it.
I’ve tried on more than one occasion to open the wooden door that leads to the other side, but it’s locked, and judging from the weeds creeping out from the cracks, it hasn’t been used in a while.
The ivy that sprawls heavily over the walls is so overgrown, I can’t imagine how unruly it must be on the other side.
I’m bored, I need something to occupy me. Jack has been so distant the past few days; he’s kept himself locked away in his office, and I don’t know if it’s because he’s busy with his Dukely duties or if he’s purposely trying to avoid me.
I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I’ve come to the conclusion that things are strange between us because we have no boundaries in place.
Neither of us can establish how to act around each other unless we’re fucking.
This morning we barely spoke over breakfast, but when he took me on the table, the way his hands clutched at my body, and his eyes never left mine made me feel so connected to him.
I know it shouldn’t bother me; I’m not here for a connection but for the majority of the day, while he locks himself away from me, I miss him.
I’ve spoken to the girls a few times since I left them.
Polly’s still mad at me, Selena’s still convinced all of this is some kind of trick, and Sophia is doing what she does best and trying to keep everyone upbeat.
I can imagine that's much easier to do in a swanky apartment that Jack’s letting them stay at than it would have been at our old place.
Continuing to walk around the wall, I graze my fingers across its rough, grainy surface until I spot a ladder lying in the grass over by the orchard. Smiling to myself, I check the coast is clear before rushing over to grab it.
There's something beyond this wall, I can sense it. If there wasn’t, why would it be kept locked? There's not much else here to do; I might as well explore.
I manage to drag the ladder back towards the wall, then with a little struggle, I lift and prop it up, making sure it’s sturdy before beginning to climb.
I’m barely halfway up, wondering if my body will be tall enough to peek over the edge, when a displeased voice comes from below and almost makes me jump out of my skin.
“What do you think you're doing?”
Holding on to the sides of the ladder so tight my knuckles go white, I carefully glance over my shoulder and see Jack standing at the bottom with his arms folded.
“I was just exploring.” Slowly, I start to step down. “I know what this must look like, but I swear I wasn’t trying to escape. I–”
“Are you forgetting that you could be carrying the next Duke of Fairfax?” he interrupts my rambling.
Taking my hips as soon as they are in reach and aiding me the rest of the way to the bottom.
“It’s not safe for you to be climbing ladders and scaling walls.
” He spins me around and makes sure I see how displeased he is.
“I didn’t think. I just wanted to see what was on the other side. The wall almost goes all the way round the west side of the house; there are no windows that overlook it, and just that one door,” I explain, hoping he’ll shed some light on the mystery.
“Why does it matter? It’s just a stupid wall.” He frowns.
“It can’t just be a wall; there has to be something inside, or why would it be locked? I've checked the kitchen pantry, and there's no internal door, so it’s not a courtyard.
“Just drop it, Grace,” he warns, shocking me when he calls me by my actual name.
“You're free to explore anywhere you want, but not here.” His frustration only feeds that curiosity and makes me more determined to discover what’s beyond the wall.
“Come on, I need to feed you. Pandora will be arriving soon to take your measurements.” He slides his hand around my waist and starts guiding me towards the house.
“I can feed myself.” I roll my eyes when I’m reminded that I’m going to have to discuss wedding dresses this afternoon, then nudge him playfully with my elbow, to try and lighten his mood. He may look sexy as hell when he’s angry, but I much prefer his company when he’s not.
“You know what I mean; it’s important for you to take care of yourself.” His hand rests on my stomach as we get closer to the French doors that lead inside, and when I see Cecelia looking out at us from her bedroom window suspiciously, I discreetly move it away.
“Your app hasn’t even said I’m ovulating yet; there's little chance of me being pregnant already,” I remind him, not wanting him to get too carried away.
“I’ll take a little.” He smiles, not seeming to care that his stepmother is watching as he stops us and turns to look at me.
“That app I downloaded tells me that you actually are ovulating. Why do you think I came to find you?” The way his hand rests on my shoulder and his thumb strokes my clavicle distracts me from any audience we might have. How can this man touch so tenderly and yet be so callous?
“Then I guess you'd better feed me.” I reach up and kiss him, deciding to give the snobby bitch a show. Jack must know what I’m doing because he’s wearing a huge beam on his face when I pull away.
“Was that kiss for her or for me?” he asks, glancing back to the house.
“Actually, it was for me, you're looking kinda hot today,” I tell him, moving on to see what Mary has prepared for lunch.
“That was awful.” I storm straight into Jack’s office and slam the door.
“That woman is a complete bitch. I don’t know how Polly can work for her!
! And, of course, Lady fucking Cecelia had to join us and put her two pence worth in.
Honestly, Jack, how do you cope around these people?
” I clutch my hair in my fists and dump the frustration of the past hour onto him all in one breath.
“Take it you didn’t enjoy your encounter with the infamous Pandora?” He chuckles.
“She’s awful.” Heading towards his drinks cabinet, I reach for a glass and whatever's in the closest bottle.
“Whooa, hey…this is the second time, today, that you're forgetting the condition you might be in.” He takes the glass out of my hand. “Why don’t we come up with another way for you to relax?” Leading me over to the chair opposite his desk, he sits me down and starts kneading my shoulders.
“I’ve heard Pandora has a certain way about her, but she’s the best. People would talk if you didn’t use her, and we have to keep all this convincing.
” The pressure he uses is perfect; it actually does start to relieve my tension.
“I’ll speak to Cecelia and remind her that she won’t be needed with any plans for the wedding,” he whispers, his lips pressing softly against the skin on my neck and softening me completely.
“Spread your legs,” he whispers, slipping his hand from my neck, between the valley of my tits, over my stomach, and into the waist of my skirt.
I do as he says, allowing him better access, and when I feel his middle finger delicately slide between my pussy lips, I hold on tight to the armrests of my chair.
“Now is not the time for you to be stressed. You have to stay calm and focused.” He strokes the tip of his nose along the arch of my neck, then kisses me just below the ear. “Calm and focused,” he repeats as his finger teases and makes my clit pulse.
“I need you to make me a baby, pretty girl. All you have to worry about is taking my cum; clenching it in this tight, little pussy, and making me an heir. Can you do that for me?” His voice sounds so condescending, but I find it soothing and comforting at the same time.
“Yes,” I whisper, desperate to have him kiss between my legs again. I will never forget the way he used his tongue on me that first night I came here.
“Good girl.” He kisses my cheek, then, as if he can read my mind, he moves around my body, drops to his knees, and raises the front of my skirt up around my waist.
“Let’s get this pussy nice and relaxed.” Lowering his head, he takes a slow, drawn-out lick through my slit, making me tremble.
“You have no idea how much I’m enjoying knocking you up, Gracie.
” He smirks before repeating the action and making me lose a little more control.
“Knowing I’m going to make this tight, little tummy big and round.
” He kisses my abdomen, and for some reason, his words make my pussy clench.
“You are going to be the most insatiable, irritable pregnant woman that ever existed.” He laughs, kissing me there again. “And, of course, the most beautiful,” he adds before I have a chance to get mad at him.
His mouth moves back to my pussy; those long, soft strokes of his tongue edging me closer and closer to what will be my fourth orgasm of the day.
“I swear I can fucking smell that you're ready to be bred,” he growls deeply, gripping the fabric of my skirt. “Come on my tongue, pretty girl; let me fucking taste how ready you are, too.” His words push me over the edge, and I dig my nails into the wooden armrests as I do exactly what he wants.
“Fuck.” He moves fast and unexpectedly, lifting me from the chair and slamming me on his desk in one fluid motion. He kisses me as he rips at his belt, releases his cock, then wraps his arm around my hips and lifts me onto his shaft.
“Knowing your body is fertile is making me fucking crazy,” he admits, giving me every inch of him in one deep thrust. “You taste different. You taste…sweeter,” he whispers against my lips as he pounds into me.
“These past few days, all I can think about is fucking breeding you. What’s wrong with me?
” He frowns, stopping to stare at me as if I hold all the answers.
“I guess, you're just a man who knows what he wants.” I curl my toes as I feel myself building again. I like it when Jack drops his guard and offers me some honesty.
“You take me so well, Gracie; this pussy was made for me.” He looks between us and spits sharply at my clit, using his fingers to massage it against my sensitive flesh.
“Mine. All fucking mine. Let me feel you come again.” His rough voice triggers me, and this time, I drag him to my lips, kissing him to stop myself from screaming.
He bites my bottom lip and fists my hair as one final thrust has him finishing, too.
“You feel that?” he asks breathlessly, smiling as his cock throbs inside me.
“I feel it.” I nod back.
“Squeeze every last fucking drop, like a good girl,” he growls, pressing his forehead into mine while he catches his breath. I do as he says, tightening my core and hearing him growl.
“Good girl, clench me tight, make sure all that cum gets good and deep.” He strokes my cheek affectionately with his fingertips, then, gripping my chin, fills my mouth with his tongue.
“There's no better feeling than feeling you get bred, Gracie girl,” he admits, wrapping my legs tighter around his hips, and with his cock still inside me, he walks around his desk so he can sit in his chair with my body straddling his.
“What are you doing?” I giggle as he pulls his laptop closer and starts typing in his password.
“I have businesses to run and a wedding to plan.” He smiles, before sliding a strand of hair from my face and kissing me softly.
“And you expect me to sit here on your cock while you do that?” I look at him as if he’s lost his mind.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m very comfortable.” He glances down to where we’re joined, then raises his eyebrow as he looks back up.
“I must be fucking crazy.” I shake my head and laugh at myself. The things this man manages to convince me to do are unbelievable.
“I don’t know about crazy, but you're sure as hell going to be pregnant.” He kisses me again, then, tucking my head into the crook of his neck, he strokes my back while he gets on with his work.