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you see it. You helped your father raise his bloodlines. And what is your excuse, Charles?
Sir! I was merely following her request to
Yes, yes. Wes waved a hand at Charles. Leave us.
Charles departed with a long, last glance at Lacy.
When the sound of Charles footsteps died away, Wes asked, You like him?
She demurred with a shrug. Charles resembles you.
Is that why you like him? He stepped right up to her and took her forearm. The mere
feel of her tiny bones under his hand made his cock stiffen and his balls twitch.
Yes.
Wes examined her. Witch.
And no. She pulled out of Wes grasp and made her way to his newest acquisition, a
mare he intended to mate to his new stallion. Might as well breed them if I can t ride them. I
like Charles for himself. He is quite knowledgeable about you.
You need know nothing about me.
But I do. She approached the mare. I need to know what happened to you in Talavera.
Why you do not wish to be with people. Lacy patted the mane of the mare that seemed to nod
that she was happy to be noticed. Why you do not wish to be with me.
It was war, Lacy.
You think I cannot understand that.
Why should you?
Because I love you! she bellowed. The horse whinnied. She spun to face the animal.
Sorry, she said to the beast in the kindest tone, but to Wes she was argumentative. Other men
come home to their loved ones. Why not you?
Because I am not whole!
Or do not wish to be?
He spun and almost fell over with the propulsion. I will not argue with you.
Nor I with you.
He had to walk away. Save himself from the ripe temptation to shut her up with a kiss.
Do not leave me, Wes. She said it in such a way that she clearly referred to much more
than what he did at this moment.
He stopped in his tracks. Her tone gutted him.
Her arms surrounded him. Caught him back to her body. I love you, Wes.
That feeling is best left to the libraries and ballrooms where we met once in peacetime.
Is love only for those rooms? Those times? She strode around to face him then stood up
on her toes and kissed him, lavishly, endlessly.
His lips ached with the beauty of it. His cock throbbed with the need to demonstrate his
devotion to her.
She circled her arms around his neck. I think such passion is for all the times of our
lives. She put her lips to his throat, one hand to his chest where the heat of her palm burned his
chest. All the places where we can be happy. Her hips pressed against his and his cock, damn
willful thing, sprang up higher, hard as iron. Suddenly, her hand was there, undoing his flies and
reaching inside to caress him. There is the proof we can be.
She stepped backward, and he felt her loss like a wave of gall flowing over him. She
worked at the ribbons beneath her bodice, freeing her dress and just as quickly, pulling it over
her head. She was my god naked.
He stood so still he could have sworn he was felled by a falling tree.
Her skin, so perfect on her face, was a flawless expanse of porcelain. Her shoulders, trim.
Her arms, long and lithesome. Her breasts, dear heaven, plump, up-turned handfuls, her nipples
pink as June s roses. Her waist was small, but oh, she could and would bear beautiful babies.
With those hips, she could carry children, but she would first hold a man in thrall. Her nether
hair was a frothy platinum bush to match the glory of the curls on her head. And the plush wealth
of her pussy made him lick his lips, wanting to taste and feel the plump lips of her chat.
Her gaze in his, she pulled at his trousers and sent them down his thighs. Her two hot
little hands cupped his shaft then squeezed gently. Leading him backward, she lay down on a low
haystack. If he d had his right mind, he would have laughed, but she was leading him by his cock
and damn his soul if he could say no. Or think straight.
She widened her trim thighs. And tipped up her hips. Her pussy was an irresistible
invitation. Her blonde hair framed her thick, pouting lips. Her labia glistening with her desire for
him. Her seam, long and red. Her tiny little asshole, a rose, too. His. All his. To have and to hold
and damn, if he wasn t going to feast on her, here and now. Vows or not.
He raked his hair. He knew he was mad. She was clever. He was needy. And she had
driven him here, knowing full well he would lay her down and take her, letting no man not
even his half brother intercede and put their affection to any unreasoned test.
Lacy. He bent over her, one knee to the side of her hip, his one good eye scanning her
flushed face and her gorgeous sultry body. You must not do this. The hay will torment you.
She stroked his rod, long and evenly. You torment me.
I will not make love to you for the first time in my barn with your ass in the prickly
hay!
She beamed at him, triumphant, testy. If we leave here, I do not trust that you ll fuck me
at all! As he gasped at her ribald words, she got a handful of his two balls and massaged him.
You must have me here. Now. I will not stop, and I will not move.
He swallowed hard, summoning some self-control. Lacy, you cannot imagine what you
ask for.
I don t want to imagine, she crooned and kissed his mouth, his dimple, his throat. She
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