The Boy Next Door (47 page)

He declined to answer verbally, but instead pressed his lips to hers, tasting the sweetness of her lips and the innocence of her presence.  He felt her gasp softly but she did not pull away.

Elise’s head swam with new sensations and feelings.  Occasionally Henry would attempt to kiss her, but that just left her repulsed and appalled.  But with William it felt altogether different.  She wanted to feel his lips on hers.  She wanted to feel his hands around her waist and his chest beneath her palms.

She gasped louder and stepped back, withdrawing her lips and her hands from William’s attentions.

“I-I-I do apologize, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” he stuttered.

“I-I-It’s not that. I-I’m not sorry.  I, ahem, wanted you to.  But I’m afraid… I’m afraid I want more as well,” she admitted quietly.

“You’re not?  You do?  What do you mean?”  His confusion was evident.

“I’m not sure really.”  She set the sewing supplies on the table, and twisted her hands up in her skirt.

“I know that I took you against your will and that I am holding you away from your husband and your home here.  But I have no right…”

“You have the right if I say you do…” she whispered tenderly.

William studied her face intently, knowing that there was no returning from the place she offered.  And without another word, he swept her easily into his arms, carried her to the bedroom, and shut the door with his heel after they entered the threshold.

He lay her down on the bed gently and crawled onto the bed himself, to kneel over her.

“Elise?  Are you sure?”

“Yes William,” she whispered, certain of what she wanted but uncertain what it meant.

His workman’s hands felt rough and gentle as he touched her silky cheek.  Her skin was softer than he had even imagined.  She twined her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through the dark hair that curled at the nape of his neck.

While Henry was always eager to satisfy his own needs, William’s urgency seemed to be because he wanted to be with her and needed to be with her as quickly as possible.  His hands slid up her thighs, dragging the skirt of her dress with them.  She lay exposed to his gaze but felt no shame.  He made quick work of removing his own tunic and trousers, and piled them on the floor with her dress.

When his warm skin touched hers, Elise sighed softly and parted her legs for his body.  His fingers were gentle at her entrance.  She had never had a man touch her there before, and it felt slippery.  She was certain that was not from his fingers and marveled at how her body responded to his touch.

He rubbed himself against her and she gasped again.

“Oh my, so much bigger than I thought…”

He chuckled and beamed at the purity of her innocent comment.

“Thank you,” he laughed as she blushed.

He entered her wetness slowly, letting her body adjust to his girth.  He relished the gasps and moans that escaped her soft pink lips and he buried his hand in her blonde curls.

As he thrust in and out of her body, Elise felt her body growing warmer, tingling as though she had just stepped out of a hot tub into an ice-cold room.  His fingertips grasped her taut nipples and she arched into the sensation.  The heated tingling grew stronger and she dug her nails into his bare back.

William groaned and plunged deeply into her.  As she felt the fluid of his climax heat her body from the inside, the tingling inside her skin burst into thousands of tiny lightning bolts, and she panted his name over and over into his ear.

They both lay panting in the room, letting the darkness of the evening hide their exhaustion and pleasure.

“William, I never…”

He stroked her hair softly, “Never what?”

“Never, um, enjoyed it like that before.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.  What do you think now?”

“I think I should like that again.”

He laughed, “That can be arranged.  But perhaps for now, we can get some dinner.”

They dressed quickly, and he held her hand sweetly as they moved from the bedroom to the kitchen.  They fixed plates of ham and bread and apples and generous portions of cheese.  He even poured them each a small sip of whiskey to go with the food.

As they laughed and ate and drank, Elise felt extremely calm and at ease with everything that had transpired.  Once the food was finished, William refilled their mugs with more whiskey and invited her to the sitting area.

After he lit the fire, he pulled her down to his lap as he sat in one of the chairs.

“I’m afraid I have to tell you how the visit to the estate went.”

“Ah, I see.  I understand.”

“I’m afraid you are not to be traded for the land,” he said with a rueful smile.

She blinked back tears but dashed them away quickly with her fingertips.

“I’m not surprised.  It’s not that I will miss him, I just have nowhere to go now.  I have no family and now no husband.”

William traced the back of her hand with his fingers, “Would you consider me as an alternative to homelessness?”

She beamed at his hopeful face, “I would love that.”

Chapter Nine

Over the next year, Elise made a happy home out of William’s small house.  She added touches here and there to remind him that a woman lived there too.  There were almost always wildflowers on the table; she tended the chickens and the vegetable garden all on her own; and she learned how to make meals that were efficient and inexpensive and tasty.  She spent many an afternoon mending blankets or stitching her needlepoint.  Sometimes William would tell her she should sell off the samplers for money.  She waved him off but considered making a go of it.

William continued to work for his boss and never really mentioned the fact of how they came to be together.  He enjoyed coming home to her smiling face and willing arms.  He spent a few hours each evening carefully woodworking in the back stable, but would not let Elise see his project until it was finished.

He typically handled the trips into town and while Elise missed her outings, she found that she had less need to escape than she did from Henry.

She did miss Abigail though.  She mentioned it every so often to William and he would pat her hand caringly.  He knew she had to be lonely, and he wished he could offer her more than just his company.  The evenings were pleasantly empty, full of nothing but good food and good companionship and heated passion in the bedroom.

One cool autumn morning, William came bursting through the front door with a huge grin on his face.

“Hello my love!” he greeted her.

She laughed, “What on earth has gotten into you?  Have you been at the whiskey without me?”

He stepped back from the open door and gestured outside with his hand.  The face that peered around the corner made Elise gasp out loud.

“Abigail!” she screeched.

Abigail grinned and ran to embrace her former mistress and long-time friend.

The two women giggled at the state of each other, and each stroked the other’s swollen belly.  William wrapped his arms around his common law bride and kissed the top of her head.

“Abigail still works for Henry but she had to come see you when I told her about our little impending miracle.  How about I drive you all into town for an outing?”

Both young women nodded vehemently, and bundled up for the trip.  After several hours of discomfort in the wooden buggy, the two walked arm in arm through the village with William trailing close behind.

As they stepped into the small inn for lunch, Abigail pressed her fingertips to her lips and stepped back as William stepped forward next to Elise.  A drunken Henry lurched up from his table, sending his mistress tumbling to the floor.

“Well lookie here,” he stuttered, pointing a finger at her.

William wrapped one muscular arm around Elise protectively, as Elise inhaled sharply.

“Looksh like you got yourshelf in a bit of trouble,” Henry slurred as he staggered towards the couple.

Elise stiffened and straightened her spine.  “No, actually I was in a peck of trouble until I found a real man.”

Abigail grinned at Henry’s astonished face, but Elise had already whirled around and was striding out of the inn.

THE END

On Thin Ice

Chapter one

I’m sleeping soundly and I hear my brother getting up at the crack of dawn getting ready for hockey practice. He is always making too much noise and I have no idea how mother and father are able to sleep through such a racket. It dawns on me that they are not here and that his friend is going to pick him up to take him to practice. I grab my fluffy white pillow and slam it over top of my head to drown out the banging of the pots and pans downstairs in the kitchen.

I had never understood why anybody would put their bodies through hell by getting up before the sun rose. David seems to be very passionate about hockey and to me it is a barbaric sport that should be outlawed. That, along with boxing and MMA fighting. It seemed like it was a good way for people to get together and knock each other out cold.

I’d only come back for the weekend and I leave on Sunday to go back to a college that is a thousand miles away. I needed this moment to decompress and feel like I was getting a new lease on life. College was great and all that, but I wasn’t getting the full experience. Boyfriends were a dismal disappointment and those that did try to get with me had their eyes on one prize.

I stretched my 5’2 frame, lifting my arms and feeling my body respond. Once he left, I would go into my yoga poses. It helped me to relieve myself of the day’s frustrations and to ready myself for new day. Without David constantly on my back, I might be able to relax a little and take in the snowy hills that surround our property. I’m not like most that are begging for the chance to go someplace tropical. I love to strap on a pair of skis, and there is nothing barbaric about the adrenaline rush running through my veins.

My long blond hair fans across the pillow and I wait patiently to hear the door slam shut down stairs. Suddenly, there are footsteps running up the stairs and then down the hall towards my bedroom. He doesn’t even ask for permission, swinging the door open and catching my eye. “Jocelyn, my friend can’t take me to practice. He was in some sort of accident last night, but he didn’t really go into detail. I hate to impose, but I really need you to take me. It’s only for a couple of hours and then we can do whatever you want for the rest of the day.”

I’ve seen him grow up quickly into a young man with potential. He was no longer that scrawny little kid and his regimen of daily exercise had certainly paid off with big dividends. “I don’t see why I have to get out of my comfy bed and go into the freezing cold for you. You say that you will do whatever I want for the rest of the day, but we both know that’s a damn lie. You’ll ditch me at your earliest convenience, leaving me to think for myself.” I was glaring at him, crossing my arms to show him that I was dead serious about staying exactly where I was.

“I’ll give you fifty bucks. I’m the captain of the team and I can’t be seen as some kind of slacker. I’m the one everybody looks up to and emulates. I won’t let anybody destroy the connection that I have with my players. You are going to do this and whether you do it willingly is entirely up to you. I don’t think that it’s that hard to understand. Fifty bucks is yours and I will put it into your hands before we even get outside. That’s how important this is to me and maybe you would know that if you ever found anything that you cared about.” That was a low blow, but not uncommon in this household.

I was the good girl with the intellect to take me to new heights of education. I had designs on becoming the next fashion guru. I wanted to have my own corporation, something that made me feel like I was giving back. “Give me a couple minutes to get dressed. I can’t possibly take you the way that I am.” The pink tank top didn’t exactly hide my obvious assets. They were more than a handful and I had a lot of guys staring at me and most likely willing to do anything to see them.