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Her loud voice woke Dr Frederick who rubbed his eyes. He looked surprised as Miss Justina got down from the stationary vehicle. Helena heard her climb in the front of the coach, leaving her and Dr Frederick alone in the cabin. Dr Frederick’s confused expression was funny, but Helena didn’t laugh.
The coach started moving again. Dr Fredrick left his seat and moved to sit beside Helena. Helena had the yearning to embrace him again. In the solitude of the coach’s cabin, she laid her head on his chest.
Helena tried to think happy thoughts. Lord Jeffrey had spoilt the day for her. Helena sought Dr Frederick’s hand and entwined her fingers with his. The rough calluses on his palm and fingers triggered a sweet familiar feeling. Helena closed her eyes.
“He was greatly annoyed, wasn’t he?” Dr Frederick said.
Understanding who he spoke about, Helena nodded.
“He doesn’t have a right to be,” she said.
She raised her head from the stolidity of his chest.
“Who I choose to dance with is totally dependent on my whim. And I chose you,” she said.
Dr Frederick said nothing at first. He seemed to be slowly ingesting the quiet words she spoke.
“So why are you disturbed?” he asked her.
“Lord Jeffrey – you wouldn’t understand,” Helena said.
She looked at his lips. They were round and tantalising to see. Helena felt their allure and couldn’t hold herself. Helena enjoined her mouth with his, tasting his essence. His hands moved quickly, roving under the fabric of her gown and running on her lap till it got there, to her centre. Her crotch was already expectant, eager, waiting, and wet. Dr Frederick took hold of her lower lip with his mouth as his fingers dove into her.
Helena felt the intrusion, his calloused skin even making the entrance rougher and all the sweeter. Helena moaned under her breath, scared she would alert her angry maid and the driver, separated from them just by a piece of wood.
Dr Frederick’s expert fingers did not stop. His ministrations changed from the slow rhythm to a faster pace. The intense pleasure caused her hips to buck to his intrusions. His thumb sought the swollen bud on top of the wet lips and found it, rubbing it till Helena was sure her heart would burst. Helena could not hold her reactions any longer. She gripped the edge of the window and placed her legs on the opposite wall as her body shook in incredible pleasure.
Dr Frederick kept pushing his fingers in and out of her until Helena felt the energy that had being building in her explode in an overflow of pleasure. Helena cried out gently, kissing Dr Frederick tenderly on the lips. She eased his hands away from her gently.
She looked outside.
Time flies at such a rate.
Helena was at her house’s gate. And the coach had come to a stop.
Chapter 18
Unfair Comparisons
Helena looked out the window once again for her friend’s coach, but it was long gone on the dust road. Helena mopped her eyes with her ’kerchief. There were no tears in it, yet. Helena wasn’t sure she could go the rest of the day dry-eyed. The Prince had received a letter summoning him back to Ireland as soon as possible, and given that the twins were scheduled to go back by the end of the week, they decided it only made sense to go with him. Helena wasn’t present when this happened, but Alistair told her that when Lady Lavinia heard that the Prince was to leave immediately, she couldn’t bear it.
“She kept shaking her head and after sometime ran into her room. We and her mother tried to no avail to get her out. Prince Drew did get her out after a while and got her to stop crying,” Alistair told her as they spoke before he got into their carriage in their house.
Lady Lavinia was leaving with them. She quickly sent a rider to tell Helena. Helena got to Albemarle as quick as she could. She met her friend standing by a carriage, holding tight to Prince Drew’s arm. When Lady Lavinia saw her, her reaction was effusive.
“Helena,” she cried, running to hug her friend.
Helena was always the strong one and had managed to survive the saccharine reactions, escort to Wellington, and the trip back alone without crying. Her friend had left with promises of a return.
But when will she return?
She would return surely if she was to marry Prince Drew. Helena wasn’t scared that she wouldn’t return, she was scared of how she would survive before her return. Lady Lavinia was her source of humour and happiness.
She’s always sure to brighten a moody day.
Now, Lady Lavinia had left her family to be with the love of her life. Helena was choosing a man she would otherwise detest because of her family.
Life is so unfair.
