Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Michael
For weeks, I’d been planning a nice day when Britney would see my home and maybe realize I was a good guy.
That day had arrived.
First, I introduced her to the staff, and she repeated names like a lady.
Once that was over, I tugged at my collar and said, “After we change, we’ll go on a picnic.”
She sighed and nodded. “Good. This dress is starting to wear into my skin.”
We climbed the stairs together to head to the master suites, which were adjoined as my ancestors had once been forced to sleep separately.
At her door, I said, “Wear something comfortable to walk in.”
She glanced around the wooden floor and asked, “Is there a pool here too?”
I shook my head and stepped back to give her a few minutes. Comfort was a good thing and Operation Romance was in full swing.
“No, but we can build one if you want for next time,” I answered.
“Wouldn’t that be an extensive change to an old building?”
“I think there was one once, so it would just be digging it up and fixing it up.”
“Never mind.” She shrugged and opened her door. “We can swim at home, then.”
“Excellent.” I watched her walk inside.
As she gazed around the room at the portraits of ancestors and other paintings of times long ago, she smiled and I relaxed. Soon, everyone would see her belly swollen with my child, and my heart thundered at the idea.
I tossed the tuxedo pieces on the floor of my room and heard her on the phone in her room. So I took my time picking out jeans and a Henley shirt. Horse riding was a bad idea, so we would stick with walking.
I heard her hang up, so I knocked on the adjoining door. When I came in, she was in a black maxi dress that seemed cotton.
“So this felt classy but simple,” she said.
I missed seeing her in her bra and underwear. My body was still hard from earlier, but I smiled and said, “You’re a vision, darling, as always.”
She took my arm and pointed toward the door. “Okay, I’ve started to like ‘darling’ as long as I don’t find you that you use it on all your girlfriends.”
Good. The farther away from beds we were, the more able I was to follow my plan.
“I have no girlfriends—just a wife,” I said.
“All of this—the formal titles and ‘wife’—I get nervous.”
We headed downstairs and out the back door and walked down a flight of steps that led to a fountain with a walkway on either side. The sun was setting.
“Let’s not dwell on semantics,” I said. “I don’t want anything spoiling the day.”
She put a finger in the mirror pool past the fountain and stared at herself for a moment. “My friends called while I was changing.”
“And?”
As we continued walking to the more natural part of the backyard, she said, “They are happy at the hotel and excited to come over here tomorrow.”
I nodded. My friends were there, too, and I needed to ensure they would be comfortable.
“I wanted a day of just us, after the queen,” I said.
She sashayed next to me as she pressed a hand to her heart and mimicked my accent. “I mean, we can’t deny royalty as nobles, now can we?”
“No, we can’t,” I said, but beside Britney, my heart was lighter.
As we the side of a hill, she wrapped her arms around me and said, “This is a lovely spot for a picnic. It reminds me a big of how Emma and her friends all had one.”
I waited for her to take a seat at the picnic blanket that had a basket waiting for us then curled out beside her. “We’re not where Jane Austen wrote her books, but I wanted to come and share a sandwich.”
The second she started eating, her eyes closed, and she looked like she was in heaven. When she finished a half sandwich, she said, “Well, your home is gorgeous. I have no idea how you stayed away as long as you did.”
As I snacked, I wished I could be more forthright. “Maybe I just needed to stay in New York long enough to find you.”
Her face was bright red, and she swiped at her face. “That’s romantic as fuck, you know.”
I took a deep breath, thinking my plan was working perfectly. “Only if you accept it as so, darling.”
She closed her eyes, and I seized my opportunity. She tasted better than the strawberries and lemonade laid out for our dessert.
I traced her face as we continued to kiss. I never wanted the moment to end. She was my world. We rolled backward, and my heart beat faster.
I brushed against her shoulder and, for a moment, cupped her delicious breasts again.
Then I jumped up, despite how hard and ready my cock was. I ran a hand through my hair and said, “Well, I think we should walk.”
Her face grew red, but she glanced away, stood, and grabbed a sandwich. Pawing at her wasn’t going to win her full heart.
As I paced backward, she said, “Very well.”
We made it back to the path, and the sun was truly going down.
For a few minutes, I refused to break the silence as I wasn’t sure what to do next. Then, when we were bathed in the last-minute rays of the evening sun turning the sky a dark blue with green and red hues, I said, “If we stayed, I’d have wanted to strip you naked and have my wicked way with you.”
She put a hand on one hip and said, “Well, that does sound more fun than walking on the path.” She was insatiable, the only woman who, when she orgasmed, made my own body grow more intense. She then cupped my elbow and said, “I think we’ve done a good job learning more about each other.”
She was softer, and I wasn’t sure why—probably because we’d started talking.
“Agreed,” I said. “You’re a better wife than I imagined.”
She laughed and traced my chin. “Awww. Well, if I ever imagined a husband before, you exceed expectations.”
As we headed back toward the house, I gazed upward, sensing that everything felt right. “Would you want your sister or father to come up for the birth of our child?”
She nodded. “Yeah. My sister. I think I blamed her when the problem was more my mom. A lot of my unhappiness was from me not wanting to ever be stuck at home when I had a world to conquer. My mom’s so critical and told me I was weak many times.”
“You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met,” I said as we headed back up the stairs.
She pressed a hand on her belly and said, “And I want this baby to know we love unconditionally… and have some sense of grounding.”
The staff held the doors for us, but I stared at Britney as the moon started to peek out from behind a cloud. She seemed to be bathing in celestial energy.
“Excellent,” I said.
Somehow, I felt like a poet again. I’d not tried to pen words in years, but I wanted to try again as I had a new muse.
As we walked to the main stairs, she asked, “You?”
I must have missed something. I stared at her and asked, “What about me?”
She guided me up the stairs. “I always like to go into a situation framing the worst-case scenario that I know isn’t going to actually happen. So this way, whatever does happen will work out fine.”
I held her back and asked, “You want to know what the worst-case scenario might be when we meet my parents?”
“And your sister, yes,” she added quickly.
Fair enough. Bernadette was clearly jealous, but as I walked Britney to her door, I said, “That they’d get their hands on my money and spend a fortune and still not pay off debts because they’d just forget.”
She opened her suite door and waved for me to come in. “Oh goodness. It’s just money.”
Then she took off her shoes and rubbed her soles.
I took mine off too, turned on more than ever before, and said, “And, of course, for me to remain absolutely quiet and miserable while I let them walk over me.”
She tossed her dress and tilted her head, staring at me. “Now, that gave me a dirty thought.”
I walked over and held her. I needed her right then. “Breathing air probably does that.”
“Hey, now, no complaining,” she said and kissed me.
The way her mouth brushed against mine was just as erotic as when we were one.
As the kiss ended, I replied, “Absolutely not, darling.”
She tugged on my shirt and said, “As we have the evening to ourselves, let’s find out what those massages where I walk on your back feels like.”
It would be better to show her I could go all night pleasing her, but I nodded and said, “Well, I could use a massage, but I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
“You’ll catch me if I start to fall, and we both know that,” she said and tossed her bra.
If I could tell her how much I already loved her, that would make the day perfect, but being with her as she was, was nearly that. I’d never been that happy.