ROMANCE: Romantic Comedy: Love in 30 Days - The Best Plans Don't Always Work! (Plus 19 FREE Books Book 13) (35 page)

He went down from the castle and traveled down below the lower levels of the castle and went to the edge of the wall that surrounded the entire town. That is where the stables and fields were.

One day on one such journey, a pickpocket was able to run into him on what looked like an accident. They both buckled at the knees. He remained unscathed, but had found his jeweled dagger missing when he got back up. The thief went missing in the crowd.

"I've been robbed," he said into the crowd, hoping someone would offer help. The mass of people at the market moved around him and nobody responded, until a silver haired, curvy, and eccentric woman appeared to come towards him.

"What did you say?"

"I've been robbed," he told her, woozy with adrenaline.

"Well we have to get you walking around." She said, "Show me the way he went."

He pointed and she quickly followed the direction of his finger. They began to run fast in the crowd and she asked, "What was it?"

"A jeweled dagger," he said.

"Why do you have one of those?" she asked, slowing her pace.

"I have one for safety."

"I don't believe in the use of knives,"she said.

"And why is that?" he said, slowing to her pace, as well.

She replied, "I've known too many children that got hurt by them."

"Then I'm sorry to make you chase after one."

She batted the air with her hand, "No problem, I wish you hadn't been robbed, though."

"You and me both," he said.

"Don't carry around jewelry next time you're under the noble's area."

"That's not jewelry," he said.

"Gem encrusted? It might as well be."

"Then what is it you're carrying around a pretty, ornate dress on your body?"

"Because I can afford one," she said.

"Then you're not above wearing nice things," he said.

"Well, true."

"Where do you live?"

"The lower bottoms," she said indignantly.

His eyes widened as he said, "Then how do you live above your class?"

"I have put in a lot of hard work," she said defiantly.

"But still you have to live down in squalor?"

They moved together out of the busy marketplace and sat instead on a bench that viewed it.

"I live there for my parents' sake."

"Then you should leave them and go to place of housing more suitable to you."

"Why do you believe I am suitable for a better class?"

"Because you live so well in your current one."

"Why do you assume I'm rich?"

"Your dress," she said. "You're appeal. Your long, silvery hair and your dignified face. All of those beautiful things when added up doesn't equate to squalor."

"But it is squalor where I live."

"Then do me no wrong but accept that I want to show you what it is to be not there."

"Not there?" she asked. "But not there is not where I would like to find myself."

"Then take caution going back there," he said.

She laughed, "I need not take caution."

"Then what have you?"

"I need instead humility, which you lack."

"But I have said nothing of myself."

"You need not."

"I need not? What have I, then?"

She tucked a smile under her upper lip before she said, "You have shown me just who you are and what you seek and it really does put me off."

"Off?"

"I would like to tell you just who you are," she told him.

He put his hand on her leg and said exuberantly, "But that's just it. Who I am is a nobleman."

"How quickly you seem to fall in love."

"How quickly, indeed. But only for you, the virtuous one I see before me."

"Not so virtuous," she said.

"How so?"

She told him, "Not so virtuous is all."

"I would love you despite it," he said.

"And how do you come to think that?"

He told her, "I think that because it is true."

"Could you say you love me now?" Harper asked.

Luke said, "I love you now."

A small smile rose slowly on her lips and then she seemed to say, "Thank you."

"But could you?"

"The question of if I could remains to be seen, but I do not fall in love as easily as you, as you have gathered."

"I have gathered."

"I'm Harper," she said. "Harper Pitall."

"Harper Pitall, I'm Luke Winchester Peril the second."

"Well, my goodness," she said, looking away.

"I want to see you again," he said to her.

"I want to see you," she said.

"Tomorrow, at the market at this time."

"This time," she said.

He left her company and returned to the castle, elated. He fell onto his goose down comforter and took an early nap.

"What did you do after I left?" he asked her the next day. He had gone down during polo time in the morning and was elated to see her waiting at the bench before he got there.

"What, yesterday?"

"Yes," he said.

"I work at a shop. A bread shop."

"Yes," she said.

"That's beautiful," he said

"Why is that?

"Well, it's one of the first things I've gotten to know about you," he said.

"I actually feel elated that you would want to draw your attention to me," she said. "But why?"

"But why?" he repeated.

"For you, you are a nobleman."

"Aye," he said.

"And I am anything but," she said.

"From the first moment I saw you, I knew there was something different about you than any other woman I have ever met. Is that so strange?"

"For me, yes."

"And why is that?"

"Because," she said hurriedly. "Because of pars of my past. Parts that don't need no telling."

"Parts of you that would make me offended to you are far and few, if any at all."

"Oh, there are some."

"Have you killed or maimed?"

"No, sir."

He said, "Then there is nothing."

"Something."

"Shhh, it is nothing, I'm sure."

"Something to me, perhaps."

"I hope not to have now offended you," he said.

She waved her hand, then said, "No not a bit. Go on, m'lord."

"I would like to take your hand for a walk," he told her.

She smiled demurely and nodded in acceptance and took grasp of her hand. They went for a walk, talking about all sorts of things and hitting on several subjects at once. They talked of themselves and asked about one another.

"I love hearing about you," he said.

"I do, as well."

"It feels late to me, too late to be out."

"What, is there some rule against noblemen being beneath their fort after dark?"

He thought of his wife and sighed, realizing he too had mysterious secrets that he was keeping from her.

He shook his head and said, "I may have secrets of my own."

"As long as you know I don't need to tell mine."

"You don't need to let go of yours."

"Goodbye, for now."

"For now?"

"For tomorrow we will see more of one another."

"I would like that very much," he told her and they parted.

The next day went much the same, as did the next. On the day after that he made an excuse to his arranged wife to-be and was out the door to get away from her and get to see Harper at the market.

They hugged when they saw one another and their bodies lingered on one another before parting. There was a stirring in him, as there always was around her.

"You mean more to me than any other person ever has," he told her.

"And you think I should feel the same way?"

"It would hurt my ego in a small way, to be sure," he said to her.

"Why do you say such a thing?"

"I say such a thing because such a thing exists in my heart."

"You must stop," Harper said, putting a hand on his chest as she smiled.

"I loathe the moment I wake up every morning without you by my side. I dread every moment spent without you. I hope for everything to be about you so that I may enjoy you fully all day, everyday."

"You say such kind words, but what are they worth?"

"They are worth my life, my soul."

"Your soul? A heavy price to pay."

"A handsome price for anything but love. For love it is a small price to pay."

Harper smiled at him and let her hands fall down his stomach and to his belt. She held it a moment before looking away. She bit her lip and smiled to herself as her hands fell to her side.

"I like you in some ways," she said back to him. "But I promised myself to not love. So I cannot."

"Then why do you let me come back day and again?"

"Because I like you, if not love.

"I want you to be able to feel more than that."

"Well, I don't."

"What made you hate love?"

"Hate made me hate love," she replied.

"Hate is good for nothing," he chimed.

She shook her head, "No, it's all I have for love."

"What of your feelings for me?" he asked. They could see the marketplace, but they were somewhat hidden from view of the people in it. They were surrounded by ferns and plant-life and it was a romantic scene, in Harper's eyes.

She was so unsure about what love was, anymore. But she felt something for him. She felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. What that was, she still didn't know.

He left shortly thereafter and she went to teach at the school.

It went on like that for weeks. He found excuses to go down to the markets and see her, and she found the time in her day to see him. He was overcome with how much she worked and how hard she did so.

"Most of my money goes to my parents.They are ailing and need constant access to medicines to live."

"Then I will pay for their medicine," he said.

Her eyes widened at the offer and she laughed, then brushed the topic aside with her words, "I work enough to be able to pay for it all. Plus, I have the money for a dress or two so often and I buy them. I work very long hours here. The time at the market seems to be the only time that I have nothing to look after."

She lived through the trials and tribulations of life, which had never occurred to him.

He said, "I never realized one could live so modestly and yet still suffer through it. I thought poor people just gave up."

"No, they work very hard."

"Then why do they stay poor?"

"It is not always about fair distribution of wealth," she told him.

He looked away, "Well, it's hard to hear that."

"Because you have so much?"

He nodded, then said, "Much more than this. Much, much more."

"But that's the class you were born into."

"It is."

"Should classes exist?"

"Before you, I thought they should."

"Now?"

He said, "Now is different."

"That's good to hear," she said.

"But are all people really like you?"

"What?"

"Hard working and self-reliant," he replied.

"Oh, that's nice of you," she said. "I think so. Maybe, maybe not."

"I don't think they are," he said.

"Well, you're just wrong, then."

"A nobleman is never wrong."

"Are you serious, your highness?"

"I see that I may sound a bit full of myself."

"Any other peasant caught talking to a nobleman like this would have their fingers cut up."

"Nothing quite so serious," he said. "But, yes. We seem to have a very personal rapport. Above things like that."

"And why do you feel like being this way with me, though?"

"Because, it is the only way I can be with you."

"What do you mean by that, Luke?"

"I mean that I loved you from first sight and knew who you were right away."

"Knew who I was?"

"The love of my life?"

"Luke," she said. "There is something I have to tell you."

"The one secret you vowed to keep from me?"

"Aye, the one secret."

"Then, out with it, if you have the stomach to tell me."

"Aye, I do." She said, finally, "Luke, I am a widower."

"A widower, aye?" he asked with a soft and somber face.

"Truly."

"Is that why--"

She cut him off, "I am so forthcoming with love for you."

"There is nothing to be afraid of. Nothing to worry about."

She nodded, "I know that, but a part of my heart won't let me go forward with you."

"Then, you feel this undeniable bond."

Harper said, "It is truly undeniable, so yes."

"Aye, as I thought."

"Yes," she said.

"Do you want to spend a life with me?"

"Please be understanding. I wanted to spend a life with my husband, but he died in a knife fight, that's why I hate them so much."

"A knife fight? I am truly sorry."

"So I have reason to not want to love. Not quite. Not yet."

"I understand, I will leave you to your own company, if mine is not suitable."

"Suitable it is, but to be on my own now is a good of choice as any."

"Unless," he said. "Unless you wanted to show me your home?"

"That is quite the opposite of leaving me alone."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Should I not be asking so much?"

"You ask just the right amount. You ask of me what I should be wiling to give."

They made their way down the great steps that he had frequently used. They were the steps that connected the entire castle together. He had used them when he had played polo. He hadn't played in some time since he had met her and it was far from his mind as she took him to her home.

"My parents are in that room," she said as she pointed. "So don't go there."

"Will do," he said.

"And this is my room.

She led him around it, but inevitably paused at her bedside. He paused there, too, and soon his hand was on her jawline and he was pressing his face closer to his. She puckered her lips and let his mouth meet hers. There was something of a spark between them as they did. She removed her mouth, smiled, then kissed him again with added fervor.

She unwrapped her many layers of clothing and set them down on her cabinet.

He followed her to her bed and he wrapped his body around hers. She pressed herself against the bed and leaned back, looking at him as she did. They locked bodies in unison and pushed against one another.

Her hips pressed forward rhythmically and he pulsed into her, moving his hips with hers. They moved like that until he took his pants off and she moved back, onto the bed more. She let her legs spread open and he moved himself close to her body. After he put his hands to either side of her and moved close with his hips again, he kissed up and down on her lips. She used a hand to put his dick against her clit and massaged it against herself. Her body felt wild with sensation and wanderlust. She hadn't felt a man's touch since her husband had passed and she didn't know what to do with the sensation now, after so long. She lay back and thrust her neck and chest up, arching her back. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and smiled, then her face went blank as she again felt her body filled up with his dick.

She took it inside of her willingly and he moved in and out, slowly at first. He moved with a constant rhythm and was laying on her a bit, kissing her neck and pushing his dick into her slowly.

Her legs went to wither side of his calves and his stomach moved in a fluid motion above her. Then he sat up straight and held one of her legs as he pumped into her. He bent down and kissed her passionately, then resumed pushing in and out of her with one hand on her leg and the other holding her hand. Her big tits jiggled and he watched them move as he moved in and out of her before he bent down to kiss her, pushing his stomach and chest against her body.

Her hand went up to hold behind his ear and into his hairline, running her fingers through it. They looked into one another's eyes as he pumped and breathed out heavily. His face got lower and lower until they were rubbing noses and then he kissed her. Passionately, with his tongue coming out as soon as he opened his mouth on hers. It pushed past her lips and entered her. Then, he drew back and sat up. He put his hands on the area where her pubic bone was and held on.

She pushed her head back and moaned loudly, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth together. She pushed her head back down to look at him, then pushed it back to moan with her eyes closed again.

He put a hand on her chest, then squeezed her tit with one hand and her hip with the other. He used them as leverage to push into her harder. His dick entered and exited her slick, wet pussy. He pumped in and out of her and made her whole body throb with excitement.

It was something she so badly had wanted, but had not gotten. She had wanted this more than

Her legs were on either side of his chest and his were behind her butt as he leaned in to kiss her again. He disengaged and sat up, then held her hips and pulled them against his groin. He got in deeper than he had before.

"I can feel myself so deep inside of you."

"Filling me up," she said.

"I am filling you up, huh?"

Harper moaned, "Luke..."

"You like this?" he asked, pumping into her.

She nodded as she looked up and bit her lip, then rested her head again. She pumped into him as he pushed into her and their mutual effort made her groan in ecstasy.

He held her cheek and she rubbed her face into it. He smiled at her and she looked to him, then her eyes widened in ecstasy from the way he was pounding into her.

They continued like that for several moments, until he spoke.

"I want to see you on top of me," he said.

"I want to go on top of you, Luke."

He got off of her and she got up, then let him lay on the bed.

She crawled atop him from his legs up to be able to kiss him. She moved her thighs to either side of his hip. She moved her hips so that she touched against his dick and then lifted up from it. She did that for a few moments before he grabbed his dick and put it directly under her clit. She moved against it a few times and he removed his hand. She pushed towards him and away, then towards him again. It was inside of her fully and she bounced up and down slowly, then gained a rhythm as he pulsed his hips into hers.

She breathed in and out quickly and said, "Oh, oh."

He put a hand on her hip and began moving her slightly with it. She moved in rhythm with his hips and went up and down until she bent and kissed him.  He put his hands on her chin and held them there until she straightened back up and he put one hand on her back and the other on her front. He moved her like that for awhile before releasing her and she stayed bent over, kissing him intermittently while he pumped up and into her, then let gravity take him back down before pumping into her again.

She moved her hips back and forth after he had slowed his rhythm and nearly stopped pushing into her and moved slightly on top of him, nearly sitting on his dick. She was almost all of the way on him, trying to put more and more of his dick into her. She rode it like that, getting crazy with pleasure as she did so.

"I can feel you going so deep inside of me."

"I like it when you ride it like that," Luke said.

"Me too," she said in a moan. She continued to until he raised his torso off of the bed and sat up. She bounced on him while he was sitting up, then he moved forward and she laid back onto her back. Her legs went to either side of his legs as he pushed into her. She put her hands on his shoulder, then he pulled back and put his hands to either side of her head as he pushed in and out of her. He grabbed her clit and started massaging it, stimulating her even further.

She began to orgasm as he did, breathing heavily and sucking on the air like she was choking. She was smiling here and there and he could tell she was enjoying it. He continued to do it exactly the same way and soon she was climaxing. He continued to rub her and kissed her, then felt the urge to finish, himself.