Page 50 of A Bluestocking for the Wicked Duke
William nodded and gesticulated to her to wait where she was. He ran out of the compound and into the shed. The stallion neighed as he entered.
“Yes, I’m here now,” William said to it.
He unloosened the reins from the hook he had attached it to and mounted it. He rode out of the shed and into the compound. He saw Joane standing in the middle of the compound, water droplets glistening on her skin.
She looks so enchanting in this wind.
The wind was propping up her dress in spite of her attempts to push it down. There was a look of concern mixed with annoyance on her face, making her all the more beautiful.
If I could just watch her like this for the rest of the day.
William stopped watching her and rode his horse to her side. Stretching his hand out to her, he offered her a ride.
“Are you willing to allow my unworthy steed transport you to your home?”
Joane laughed and slapped his hand away playfully. She grasped his outstretched hand and William pulled her up the horse, placing her in front of him. He reared up the horse, causing it to lift its front legs up and neigh loudly. Joane screamed. William wasn’t sure which caused her exclamation: fear or excitement. The horse brought its legs down with incredible force and rode out of the compound.
The rain had started now. The small droplets of water hit skin like stone pellets. William rode his horse to full speed, drawing looks of surprise from traders pushing their wares away from the rain. He did know Buckingham but he didn’t know the road to her house.
“When we get to Buckingham, you need to direct me to your house,” William screamed into her ear.
“What did you say?” Joane screamed back.
William knew the fast wind and screaming rain would not allow her hear him properly. He freed his left hand of the rein and pulled her close by pushing his hands on her chest. His hand lay just below her breasts. He felt the weight of them bear on his hand and savoured their soft rob against his sinewy hands. He pushed upward a bit, firmly digging his hands beneath them, entrapping his hand under their roundness. William struggled to concentrate, Joane dominated his every thought. All he thought about was the naked white skin under her clothing.
“You have to direct me to your house when we get to Buckingham,” he screamed again.
Joane nodded her head. She had heard him. William did not release his grip on her stomach; instead he pulled her closer till he was sure she was completely rested on him. His gaze was continually obscured by the flying strands of her hair but William embraced it. He pushed his nose into her hair, sniffing in the family scent of flowers and Joane. The wind beat her gown against his legs making William attempt to push his legs closer to the side of his horse.
Joane shouted something he could hear.
“What did you say?” he screamed into her ear, feeling the wind disperse most of the force in his voice away from her.
She turned her face sideways to face him. William could feel her eyelash bat his cheeks.
“Hold me tighter, don’t let me go,” she said.
William swallowed when he heard her.
What did she mean?
He held her tight still, controlling the horse with his right hand and giving it free rein when the road was straight. The rain had wet them both and was still raging. William appreciated the heat he could feel between them. He saw the street turn sharply and dragged the reins, directing his horse to prepare for the turn. As the horse turned, there suddenly appeared an empty apple cart in the middle of the street. The stallion reared up, almost throwing Joane off it. William grabbed her tighter with his left hand, desperate not to let the reins go with his right. Joane screamed in a shrill, biting tone that cut through the noisy wind and beating rain.
“Easy boy, easy boy,” William shouted.
The stallion jumped over the cart and continued in a trot. William kept it in a slow run. It was only when they were some distance away from the cart that he noticed he had grabbed Joane by her breasts. His hand was still on it. He could feel her heart still beating hard under it. Her right breast was encapsulated in his palm; William squeezed. Joane wiggled gently. William squeezed again, and then felt with his tentacle-like fingers till he felt her nipple. He rubbed around it with his thumb and index fingers, feeling the sleeping peak rise till turgid. William squeezed the nipple between his fingers, feeling the pointed tip beneath the layers of clothes. Joane leaned back into him, pushing her hair further into his face.
I need to concentrate on the road.
He pushed his hand back down, placing it back under her beating heart.
William picked up the pace as they got away from the town into the dusty road. He wasn’t sure but he guessed they were still a long way from Buckingham.
We have to go faster.
William kicked his legs into the horse, causing it to pick up speed. The rest of the journey was uneventful. The rain had calmed into a heavy but steady drizzle. William could hear the powerful thumps of his horse’s hoofs on the hard ground. Joane said nothing else, pointing the way till they got to her home at Buckingham.
The house of the Duke of Buckingham and Chandos was magnificient. There were a lot of stalls were been closed.
